Chapter 100 Campus Story 6: "No." Buster asked bluntly, and Reinhardt's answer was also...
"no."
Buster asked very directly, and Reinhardt answered just as simply: "She is my good friend."
"Oh~" Buster drawled after getting the answer, looking at Victoria and saying, "Hello, my name is Buster, and I'm your friend's roommate."
Victoria was a social prankster to begin with. After seeing Buster's strong and well-proportioned muscles and feeling his generous and unpretentious attitude, she put aside the embarrassment of having her conversation overheard and nodded, replying, "Hello! My name is Victoria."
"Wow, you have great proportions! Interested in being a model? I actually need a handsome male model, so I can keep Reinhard company! He's too shy and reserved, so he always has to shoot alone. I'm really struggling to find new inspiration..."
Buster was an easygoing person; he stretched out his long arm and pulled out a chair, sitting down next to Reinhardt.
"What kind of model?" He looked at Reinhardt, seemingly piecing together the answer from these few words, but still pretending not to understand, he turned to Reinhardt and asked, "A model who needs to wear women's clothing?"
Victoria paused for a moment before realizing that Reinhardt hadn't actually explained to Buster why he was dressed as a woman.
...She spoke too quickly.
Just as Victoria was secretly regretting her actions, Reinhardt, who had remained silent the whole time, slowly nodded.
"yes."
As always, decisive.
As a longtime friend, Victoria immediately understood what he meant.
The answer that the female model is not lying cleverly conceals the identity of the online storyteller and is quite legitimate.
Buster let out two soft laughs as he listened to his reply.
“Wow, female modeling? I thought it was your personal fetish,” he said. “Actually, even if it is a fetish, it’s fine, I respect it.”
That smug tone earned him a cold, emotionless glance from Reinhardt.
For some reason, Victoria felt that Reinhardt, who had always been in a state of being alive but not quite dead, was somewhat... alive.
Buster, still smiling, turned to look at Victoria.
But what he said was, "I don't wear women's clothing."
Victoria: "..."
She didn't actually have that idea.
Because Buster was indeed very fit, Victoria immediately took out her phone and handed it to Buster.
"Hey bro, let's chat on WeChat."
Buster didn't hesitate and took out his phone to scan a QR code.
Immediately, he moved the phone to Reinhardt's side.
The meaning is actually quite clear, but unfortunately, a silent person is just that—silent. Even if they understand, they pretend not to.
Buster grinned. "Don't you have a cell phone?"
Reinhardt replied honestly, "I don't want to add you."
Buster snorted: "Then I'll raid every day."
"..."
Not satisfied, he added, "We'll launch a surprise attack during the day too."
...Although it seemed like she was bullying someone, for some reason, Victoria found it really funny.
Reinhardt seemed to have been so angry that he almost came back to life.
Then, the handsome guy with a blank expression pulled out his old phone, which he had used for six or seven years and couldn't bear to replace, from his pocket and swiped it in front of Buster.
A rude guy adds a friend like a victorious general, beaming with pride.
"Alright, I won't bother you anymore." Buster had just added his friend as a friend when he saw his friend's message.
He stood up, smiled, and greeted the two of them: "I'm going to practice my boxing. Talk to you later."
He had just taken two steps when, as if he had thought of something, he took a step back and turned to look at Reinhardt.
“I play ball or practice boxing every afternoon after class, and I don’t get back to my dorm until 10 p.m. If you need private time, make good use of it.”
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