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

"Ye Qingru".

Zhang Weicheng slowly shook his head, his voice filled with unspeakable disappointment and anger. "As a student of Peking University and the Minister of Publicity of the Student Union, you not only fail to set an example, but you also cause such malicious harm on campus."

"Your parents sent you to Peking University to learn how to be a good person, not to harm others!"

Ye Qingru felt weak all over; she wanted to argue and struggle.

But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't utter a single sound.

Faced with irrefutable evidence, any rebuttal will appear pale and powerless.

The outcome is decided.

"Effective immediately, Ye Qingru is hereby removed from all positions in the student council."

Zhang Weicheng waved his hand dismissively and announced the punishment for Ye Qingru on the spot: "The Academic Affairs Office shall immediately initiate an investigation and deal with the matter strictly and severely in accordance with school rules and regulations."

"Those with serious offenses will be expelled from school immediately."

Expelled from school.

For Ye Qingru, those four words were like a death sentence.

She felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and her body, which she had finally managed to stand up, swayed violently before she fell back into the chair.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Only those three words kept repeating in her mind.

After Zhang Weicheng finished speaking, he didn't even glance at her again, and turned to leave with his hands behind his back.

Her back view was resolute and decisive, as if Ye Qingru was not some former student council president, but a lump of mud stuck to the sole of a shoe.

At the same time, several security guards filed in from the entrance.

The middle-aged man leading the group walked up to Ye Qingru and said in a businesslike tone, "Student Ye, please come with us."

Ye Qingru looked up at him, her lips moving slightly.

She wanted to say something more.

She wanted to say that she was innocent, that Jiang Che had framed her, and that she had only wanted to win a game, so what was wrong with that?

But when she opened her mouth, only a hoarse sob came out.

When the security guard saw that she was not cooperating, he exchanged a glance with his colleague next to him.

Two people immediately stepped forward, grabbed her arms, and lifted her off the chair.

Ye Qingru dragged her legs on the ground. One of her high heels had fallen off at some point, and her bare ankle slammed against the steps, leaving a bloody mark.

"Let me go...let me go!"

Thousands of eyes watched this scene from the audience, and no one spoke.

A girl secretly raised her phone to record, but her companion pressed down on her wrist.

"Stop filming," her companion whispered. "She's already suffered enough."

"What's so tragic about it? She deserves it."

Despite saying that, the girl still put her phone down.

When Ye Qingru was dragged to the side door, she suddenly turned her head as if she had gone mad and stared intently at the direction of the stage.

Su Qinghe stood on the edge of the side platform.

Ye Qingru stared intently at her.

Su Qinghe also calmly looked back at the past.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Ye Qingru's eyes burned with a mad hatred, as if she wanted to devour Su Qinghe alive.

But Su Qinghe's gaze was as indifferent as if she were looking at a stranger.

There wasn't even a hint of schadenfreude, only a blank, indifferent silence.

With just one glance, Ye Qingru completely broke down.

She would rather Su Qinghe show a mocking expression, or rather Su Qinghe give her a haughty smile.

That way, at least she can keep this debt in her mind and pay it back a hundredfold or a thousandfold in the future.

But Su Qinghe didn't.

The way Su Qinghe looked at her was as if Ye Qingru was not worthy of being considered an opponent.

"Let me go—!"

Ye Qingru roared hysterically, her shrill voice tearing through the air above the auditorium.

Without further hesitation, the two security guards grabbed her arms and quickly walked out the side door.

The heavy iron door slammed shut, shutting out her screams.

The auditorium was silent for a few seconds.

Then, someone clapped first, I don't know who it was.

Then came the second, the third, and the fourth strike.

Applause rained down like a dense storm, converging into a river and then into a sea.

The entire audience stood up.

Thousands of students stood up in unison and applauded enthusiastically.

"Su Qinghe is awesome!!"

A boy in the back row shouted at the top of his lungs, which drew laughter and applause.

"goddess!!"

"Jiang Che is awesome! He's a wife-protecting maniac!"

The shouts were mixed with whistles and excited screams from the girls.

The host stood in the corner of the stage, holding a microphone and trying to maintain order, but he couldn't get a word in edgewise no matter how many times he opened his mouth.

He simply put down the microphone and joined in the applause.

The judges on the panel applauded, their expressions filled with approval and excitement.

Su Qinghe stood on the side stage, looking at the scene below the stage through the gap in the curtain.

She heard the applause, and heard strangers calling her name.

But she wasn't particularly excited; instead, a strange feeling was welling up inside her.

They clearly won.

Ye Qingru was clearly dragged away.

Everyone in the audience was cheering for her.

Jiang Che stood up to her in front of thousands of people with an air of dominance.

But Su Qinghe didn't feel happy at all.

She felt only exhaustion and a barely perceptible emptiness.

Ye Qingru is finished, so what happens next?

Su Qinghe lowered her eyelids, leaning weakly against the wall, her fingers unconsciously twisting a few strands of long hair hanging down in front of her chest.

"Qinghe".

Just then, a familiar voice came from behind.

Su Qinghe turned around and saw Jiang Che standing less than two steps behind her, smiling gently at her.

Su Qinghe's nose suddenly stung with tears. The indifference and calm she had shown when facing Ye Qingru collapsed the moment she saw Jiang Che.

"A-Che..."

She took a step forward, and then collapsed into his arms as if her bones had been removed.

She buried her face in his chest, nuzzled his clothes with her nose, and inhaled his familiar scent.

Jiang Che was knocked back half a step by her, and after regaining his balance, he put his arm around her waist.

"What's wrong?" He lowered his head and touched his girlfriend's forehead. "Aren't you still recovering from what happened earlier?"

Su Qinghe buried her face even deeper and mumbled a "hmm".

She didn't want to talk.

I just want to hold you like this.

Jiang Che didn't ask any more questions.

He put one arm around her waist and raised the other hand to gently cover the back of her head.

His fingers ran through her long hair, stroking it gently.

However, simply patting someone's head like that seems a bit too dry.

So Jiang Che thought it over carefully and decided to say a few cheesy pickup lines to liven up the atmosphere.

"Qinghe."

"Um?"

"Do you know that when you were competing on stage just now, I was sitting below watching you, and I only had one thought in my mind?"

Upon hearing this, Su Qinghe stirred and peeked out from Jiang Che's arms to look at him.

"...What are you thinking?"

"I'm wondering if I saved the galaxy in my past life."