Rebirth: My Home Has Become a Gathering Place for Young Women with a "Crazy" Spirit

"DunDun? Love letters? Bulletin boards? Crazy love warriors?"

Qin Lang muttered these words to himself, a dark line appearing on his brow.

It's obvious that someone is deliberately trying to frame him and make him the laughingstock of the whole school.

Another possibility is that someone mistook him for a love rival and staged this incident to not only ruin his reputation but also deprive him of the opportunity to compete.

who can that be?

Soon, Qin Lang had a guess in his mind.

He had almost no interaction with any girls, except... Xu Han.

Yandere male Feng Chen?

"He must have thought I was pursuing Xu Han and mistook me for his rival in love."

Yesterday's drinking incident was because of this; I never expected that kid to play such a dirty trick.

Besides, if you're trying to frame me, you could have chosen someone else. Why did you have to pick Dun Dun? Uncle can tolerate it, but Auntie absolutely cannot.

However, Qin Lang's mood had returned to calm by now, his eyes were slightly cold, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"Let's go take a look."

Qin Lang spoke calmly, without a trace of anger, and walked towards the notice board in the teaching building.

As a good brother, Huang Ziqiang naturally understood Qin Lang and knew that Brother Lang would not have such heavy tastes; someone must be playing a prank on him.

Huang Ziqiang followed behind Qin Lang, muttering indignantly, "Brother Lang, someone must have deliberately framed you! That's despicable! We'll take that love letter to Director Wang of the Academic Affairs Office later and get to the bottom of this!"

Qin Lang did not respond and continued walking calmly.

As the two approached the teaching building, they saw that the bulletin board was surrounded by layers of people, at least forty or fifty, all crowding around to watch the spectacle. A cacophony of whispers and laughter rose and fell, and several nosy individuals were loudly reading the contents of love letters aloud, which Qin Lang could hear clearly from a great distance.

"Holy crap! Qin Lang is really brave, he actually dared to chase after Dun Dun, I'm totally impressed!"

"A true fanatic warrior! Absolutely the number one fanatic in our school, nobody dares to disagree!"

"I remember Qin Lang being quite withdrawn, I didn't expect him to be this crazy?"

There were also quite a few students from Class 3 in the crowd, who knew more about Qin Lang.

"No wonder Qin Lang seemed like a different person these past two days; it turns out it's the power of love."

"I thought he was pursuing Xu Han, but I didn't expect him to have such unusual tastes—he likes that chubby girl!"

"Everyone be quiet, let me read what's above to you!"

The murmurs subsided slightly, and a loud, hoarse voice began to read aloud:

"Ah... my very, very favorite girl."

"As I write these words, my heart has already melted into a pool of warm spring water."

"Those beautiful figures may be lovely, but I only love you. To me, you are a unique and irreplaceable star."

"All your roundness and softness are the most adorable features in the world. Every time I see you, my heart races and I want to throw myself into your arms."

"I like you. I like your chubby cheeks. They must be so soft and squishy to pinch. I can't help but want to lean in and kiss them."

"I like you, I like your round shoulders, it feels so comforting and warm to lean on them."

"I like you……"

As the man's hoarse voice read out the contents of the love letter, large groups of people in the crowd joined in with undisguised cheers.

"Wow, that's really cheesy." Qin Lang came to the outer edge of the crowd, but didn't rush to squeeze in. He just stood there looking at the "love letter" that was fixed to the bulletin board with transparent tape.

"Brother Lang, I'm going to tear it apart!"

After saying that, Huang Ziqiang, filled with righteous indignation, tried to push forward.

"Wait!" Qin Lang reached out and stopped him.

If someone else were in this situation, they might feel extremely ashamed and rush to tear up the love letter, only to be met with even more unrestrained ridicule.

Qin Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, focusing his gaze on the love letter on the bulletin board. The handwriting on the paper was deliberately imitating his own, and the signature below read: "You are the one whose heart and eyes are filled with love, Qin Lang."

Suppressing his nausea, Qin Lang glanced around at other spots outside the crowd. He had just noticed several unusual gazes directed at him.

His gaze first settled on the left side of the crowd, where a girl with an exceptionally broad, heavy, and large figure stood out conspicuously.

She was Dundun from Class 4, but Qin Lang didn't know her real name.

When she met Qin Lang's gaze, the plump girl blushed slightly and lowered her head shyly.

Seeing Dun Dun's reaction, Qin Lang's legs trembled slightly, and his heart tightened: "Holy crap! She didn't actually take it seriously, did she?"

Startled, he quickly looked away and gazed at the other two people on the right side of the crowd: Xu Han and Ruan Zhihuan.

"Xiao Han, no wonder Qin Lang remained unmoved even when we offered ourselves to him. So that's what he likes." As she spoke, Ruan Zhihuan couldn't help but shudder. "Huh... what a bizarre taste."

Seeing Qin Lang looking in her direction, Xu Han didn't look away and said coldly, "He didn't write it."

"He didn't write it?" Ruan Zhihuan's eyes darted around, and she immediately understood what was going on: "You mean, someone impersonated Qin Lang and deliberately wrote this love letter? That person is really insidious."

In the shadows of a corner of the crowd, Qin Lang spotted a familiar figure: Feng Chen.

When Feng Chen saw Qin Lang looking over, his eyes flickered for a moment, and a fleeting look of panic crossed his gloomy face. He quietly moved his body and shrank into the shadows.

Qin Lang sneered inwardly upon seeing this. It seemed that this love letter, which imitated his handwriting, was most likely the work of this kid.

He didn't immediately step forward to question them, but instead calmly withdrew his gaze, a meaningful smile curving his lips: "Since you want to play, then I'll play along with you properly."

In his past life, he had read countless books and seen all sorts of intrigue and power struggles. These petty tricks were nothing to him.

By this time, the crowd in front of the bulletin board had noticed Qin Lang standing behind them and stopped their loud mockery and commotion, switching to whispers. Some pointed at the love letter and chuckled, while others pointed and gestured in Qin Lang's direction.

The girl, Dundun, kept her head down, her ears turning bright red. Occasionally, she would steal a glance at Qin Lang, then quickly lower her head again.

Qin Lang took a deep breath. "My goodness, we can't wait any longer."

He walked calmly to the bulletin board, but instead of tearing up the love letter, he reached out and gently smoothed out the wrinkles on the paper.

The person who wrote this love letter was indeed clever. They used paper torn from an ordinary notebook that could be found anywhere, and the pen was the most common black carbon pen on campus. They left no obvious flaws, and with the deliberately imitated handwriting, anyone who saw it would think that the love letter was written by Qin Lang.

The surrounding chatter instantly subsided, and everyone was watching his every move.