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

Ye Qingru turned her head away.

Su Qinghe stood a few steps away, her long hair swaying gently in the evening breeze.

His delicate face revealed no emotion, but his eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc, with the corners slightly upturned, exuding an indescribable coldness.

Xu Wenbin followed behind Su Qinghe, panting, then gestured to Jiang Che with his eyes—

Brother, I've brought you reinforcements. Now it's up to you to handle things.

Song Mingxuan quietly moved a little further away.

Lu Ziang subtly moved his buttocks a few inches away.

The entire three-person formation fell silent, their gazes shifting back and forth between Su Qinghe and Ye Qingru.

Two school beauties appeared in the same scene at the same time, and both were there for the same boy.

What kind of scene is this, where gods are fighting?

Su Qinghe's gaze passed over Ye Qingru, landed on Jiang Che, then returned to Ye Qingru in front of her.

Without waiting for Ye Qingru's response, she walked past her, stood in front of Jiang Che, bent over, and threw herself into Jiang Che's arms.

She wrapped her arms around Jiang Che's neck and pressed her head against his chest, the movements flowing smoothly and effortlessly.

Of course, she wasn't doing this to be coquettish; rather, she was publicly asserting her sovereignty.

Jiang Che was bumped into by Su Qinghe and instinctively reached out to support her lower back, a helpless yet doting smile appearing on his lips.

Why are you running so fast? I can't run.

"They'll run away." Su Qinghe's muffled voice came from his chest. "There are too many bad women; we can't be careless."

She spoke quite loudly, and all the students within a few meters around her heard her.

Ye Qingru naturally heard it too. A crack finally appeared on her composed smile.

Bad woman?

Is this a roundabout way of insulting her?

Su Qinghe raised her head in Jiang Che's arms, as if she had only just noticed Ye Qingru's presence, and looked at her with her clear and innocent big eyes.

"Senior, aren't you sitting too close?"

His tone sounded like he was concerned, but his eyes actually said, "You'd better get up and get out of here right now."

Ye Qingru was stunned for a moment.

She never expected Su Qinghe to be so direct.

Generally speaking, a freshman girl like Su Qinghe would either get jealous and cry or question the situation out of grievance.

Either reaction would make her seem immature, while Ye Qingru would naturally be able to take the initiative.

But Su Qinghe neither cried nor made a fuss. Instead, she immediately asserted her dominance and then turned her attention directly to Ye Qingru.

No crying, no fussing, no throwing a tantrum.

Ye Qingru was no stranger to girls with cunning, but this was the first time she had ever felt this kind of pressure from a junior who was two years younger than her.

This young girl is extraordinary.

Ye Qingru suppressed her surprise, stood up from the lawn, brushed the grass clippings off her skirt, and put on a calm smile again.

"Junior, you've misunderstood. I was just chatting with Junior Jiang as a senior student."

"Do we need to sit so close to each other to chat?"

Su Qinghe tilted her head, her tone still gentle, but the aggression in her words was obvious, "When I walked over from over there just now, I saw that you were practically glued to my boyfriend. If it was just a casual chat, there's no need to be so intimate, right?"

"Is there?"

Ye Qingru looked down at the spot where she had just been sitting, and chuckled, "Junior, you might be mistaken. There's at least a fist's distance between me and Junior Jiang."

"One fist? Does the senior think that distance is too far?"

Su Qinghe straightened up from Jiang Che's embrace, turned her head to look at Jiang Che, and asked, "Ah Che, what do you think?"

When Su Qinghe asked him, Jiang Che answered without hesitation, "I think we're quite close."

Ye Qingru's expression froze.

Su Qinghe turned back to look at Ye Qingru, and smiled, "Senior, you heard that too, right? My boyfriend also thinks you're sitting too close."

"so--"

Su Qinghe paused, her tone suddenly turning cold, her eyes filled with indifference and aloofness, "Please stay away from my boyfriend in the future, senior."

Ye Qingru could no longer maintain her composure.

She spent three years at Peking University and met many difficult girls, but she had rarely encountered anyone as direct and confrontational as Su Qinghe.

Are all female students this fierce these days?

"Junior," Ye Qingru took a deep breath, suppressing her displeasure and composing her expression, "I understand your possessiveness as a girlfriend, but university is not high school after all, and your social circle will expand a lot."

"You can't just chase away every girl who gets close to Jiang, can you?"

"Who said I'm going to drive all the girls away?"

Su Qinghe blinked, her expression completely innocent. "I'm only asking you to leave today, senior."

Ye Qingru choked.

Some of the students watching couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Although Ye Qingru was losing face, she knew that she probably didn't have much of a chance of winning this competition.

But she didn't want to give up so quickly.

After a few seconds of silence, Ye Qingru gritted her teeth and spoke again, "Junior, I just want to make friends with Junior Jiang—"

"Hey senior, are you deaf?"

Su Qinghe's last bit of patience was completely worn away, and the fake smile on her face disappeared completely. "I heard everything you said to my boyfriend when I walked over from over there."

Ye Qingru's expression suddenly froze.

Su Qinghe then stood up and took a step forward, instantly reducing the distance between them to less than half a meter.

"The things you said, like 'What can she give you besides being young and beautiful,' and 'What you need is a partner who can fight alongside you'—"

Su Qinghe paused here, tilting her head to look at Ye Qingru, her eyes calm to the point of being frightening: "I'd like to ask you, senior, which of these words you said came from a place of good intentions?"

Ye Qingru opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

"Can't say it, huh?" Su Qinghe smiled slightly. "Then I'll say it for you, senior."

"You're not here to make friends, you're here to poach my people."

"You say these things to my face, and then you say those things to my boyfriend behind my back when I'm not around—"

"Senior, do you think I look like an idiot?"

Ye Qingru was completely speechless after hearing Su Qinghe's words.

She never expected that this freshman would be so eloquent, every word of hers hitting her sore spots, leaving her no room for rebuttal.

After a few seconds of silence, Ye Qingru took a deep breath and regained her composed demeanor.

"Since my junior has put it this way, there's no point in me staying any longer."

Before turning to leave, Ye Qingru left behind a sentence: "But junior, there's something I still want to say to you—"

"Feelings are something that can't be protected just by keeping a close watch on them."

After saying that, Ye Qingru left with graceful steps.

Her back view was composed and her posture was elegant, as if she were the winner of the exchange just now.