You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

"Don't look, it's an eyesore."

Su Qinghe was stunned for a moment when he suddenly covered her eyes, but then she obediently did not struggle and leaned slightly against his shoulder.

Her eyelashes brushed lightly against Jiang Che's palm, tickling him and causing a faint, tingling sensation.

"Ah Che... is it really that exaggerated?" Su Qinghe muttered softly.

"Yeah, believe me, you don't want to see it."

Jiang Che's tone was unusually serious, so serious that Su Qinghe almost thought some terrifying event had occurred on stage.

But in reality, what happened on stage was hardly any better than a terrorist attack.

Zhao Wenyu is about 1.7 meters tall. Although she is not particularly petite, she is definitely not a good match for a maid outfit.

The upper body is dressed in a pretty pink maid outfit, which at first glance seems fine.

My gaze shifted slightly downwards, taking in the silk ribbons, the lace-trimmed hem of the skirt, and two hairy calves...

Wait a minute, something strange seems to have gotten mixed in.

Many people made disgusted and vomiting sounds after seeing Zhao Wenyu's leg hair exposed under her skirt.

Coupled with Zhao Wenyu's face, twisted and distorted with shame and anger...

To be honest, the impact of this scene would probably give 90% of the people present a week of nightmares.

"Come on! Let's get the music going!"

Wang Kai took the Bluetooth speaker that had just been set up from the boy next to him, quickly walked to the stage, and placed the speaker in place.

Then, gently tap the phone screen with your finger—

The next second, a dynamic version of Girls' Generation's "Gee" resounded throughout the entire auditorium.

"Gee Gee Gee Gee Baby Baby Baby..."

The dynamic melody echoed throughout the Great Hall of the People, creating a stark contrast with Zhao Wenyu's utterly dejected expression.

The laughter from the audience grew even louder.

"Jump! Class Representative Zhao! Everyone's waiting!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Let's dance and dance!"

"I just cleared 8GB of memory from my phone; I'm not leaving until I've recorded enough scenes today!"

Amidst the deafening roar of the crowd, Zhao Wenyu's body began to tremble at an extremely strange frequency.

That movement... how should I put it...

If I had to describe it, it would probably be like a penguin that has been electrocuted and is trying to imitate a peacock spreading its tail feathers?

Anyway, the scene just looks weird no matter how you look at it.

Jiang Che couldn't contain his curiosity and secretly glanced at the stage out of the corner of his eye before immediately looking away.

He's just being a jerk; he just had to go and see what the fuss was about.

Now look what happened, your eyes have been hurt!

Honestly, he would rather run the seven-kilometer uphill training course at Qingfeng Mountain again than look at Zhao Wenyu for even a second longer.

The song wasn't long, but for Zhao Wenyu, it was probably the longest three minutes of his life.

The music finally stopped.

Zhao Wenyu stood frozen in place, his chest heaving violently, his expression beyond just ugly.

He looked like he could die on the spot at any moment.

Wang Kai walked out from backstage at the opportune moment, holding a wireless microphone in his hand, and handed it to Zhao Wenyu with a grin.

"Come on, Class Representative Zhao, the dance is over, but there's one last thing to do."

"Apologize to Jiang Che in front of the entire school."

"Don't think we're being too aggressive. After all, these were the conditions you proposed yourself. Accepting the consequences of a bet is the most basic principle, right?"

"To put it bluntly, if we switched places and Jiang Che was standing here, you'd probably be laughing the loudest and happier than anyone else, right?"

Wang Kai's voice, amplified several times through the microphone in his hand, clearly reached everyone's ears.

Many people who had interacted with Zhao Wenyu nodded in agreement.

If Zhao Wenyu had even a slightly better reputation, he wouldn't have ended up being hated by everyone in the entire grade.

Zhao Wenyu gritted his teeth and stared at the microphone in front of him. He turned his head to look down at the audience, hoping that a voice would suddenly appear to help him out of the predicament.

At this moment, hundreds of eyes were fixed on him from below the stage, some mocking, some gloating, and some excitedly watching the drama unfold...

There was no sympathy whatsoever.

After a silence of about five or six seconds, Zhao Wenyu finally reached out and snatched the microphone.

"I……"

"What I, Zhao Wenyu, said before... was indeed wrong..."

Every word was forced out by Zhao Wenyu through gritted teeth, sounding more painful than constipation.

"Jiang Che... I'm sorry."

Although the process was extremely difficult and tortuous, Zhao Wenyu managed to fulfill his bet.

So many people in the audience applauded him, as a small comfort to his young heart.

Jiang Che, sitting in the corner, merely raised an eyebrow slightly, his expression remaining calm throughout.

It was as if he wasn't the one being apologized to; he was just watching a performance that had nothing to do with him.

To be honest, whether Zhao Wenyu apologizes or not is really irrelevant to him.

It's not like Zhao Wenyu will die if he doesn't apologize.

However, Su Qinghe's small hand in his palm was being held even tighter at some point.

Jiang Che turned his head and glanced at her, noticing that although the little girl had gently removed the hand from her eyes, her gaze was not on the stage, but rather she was secretly watching him.

Those clear eyes were filled with pride and heartache.

He was proud because he proved everyone wrong with his abilities.

I feel sorry for him because he has endured a lot of unwarranted slander during this period.

Su Qinghe spent the weekend paying close attention to the developments on the campus forum.

When the bet was first made, no one believed that Jiang Che, who had consistently ranked at the bottom of the class, could win the bet.

Many people noticed that Su Qinghe and Jiang Che were close, and they insulted and mocked Jiang Che, saying he was like a toad trying to eat swan meat.

Whenever the girl saw these vicious comments, dark emotions would surge in her eyes, and she wished she could drag out and punish these keyboard warriors hiding behind the scenes one by one.

Only she... only she knew how hard her A-Che had been working during this time!

During the day, I attend classes at school, and at night, I have to do practice problems with her until late at night.

Several times she stayed up late doing practice problems and accidentally fell asleep. When she woke up, she found that the desk lamp was still on.

Her A-Che was also asleep at his desk, with a half-finished test paper spread out beside him.

The crumpled and unfolded draft papers, the used-up pen refills, and the dark circles under his eyes that had appeared on his once handsome and flawless face, growing ever deeper...

Su Qinghe saw all these details and felt deeply pained.

So when Zhao Wenyu said "I'm sorry" on stage, Su Qinghe didn't feel much relief.

She simply held Jiang Che's hand quietly, gently stroking the back of his hand with her thumb.

This was the only thing she could do.

In this silent way, tell him—you're great, I know that.