Oh no, the aloof school beauty has been reborn too!

After the freshman representative finished speaking, the applause in the auditorium finally became much more genuine.

the reason is simple.

The speech was not particularly inspiring.

Instead, everyone realized that the freshman orientation, which had lasted for nearly three hours, was finally coming to an end.

The host on stage maintained his standard smile, his voice clear and articulate.

Finally, I wish all the new students a fulfilling and wonderful university experience at Jiangcheng University.

"This concludes the orientation for new students!"

The moment the words fell, the sense of relaxation that had been suppressed for so long spread visibly throughout the auditorium.

The next second, thunderous applause erupted.

This time, Lu Xing took the photos more seriously than before.

It's not for any other reason than pure joy.

The auditorium was crowded, and counselors and senior students from various colleges had already begun organizing the departure.

"Don't rush, proceed in order!"

"Students from the Computer Science Department, hold your horses! Students from the Foreign Languages ​​Department, please go ahead!"

"Back row students, please don't push!"

The once orderly and quiet auditorium was finally filled with the lively sounds of youth once again.

Chair backs bumped against each other, footsteps moved, and hushed conversations rose and fell.

Lu Xing stood up and casually stuffed the tissue in his pocket even further.

Shen Qingyi also got up.

When the crowd surges out, the distance between each other is even closer than when they are sitting.

She lowered her head slightly, her long hair slipping down her shoulder a little, and stood quietly in place, waiting for the person in front of her to slowly move forward.

The auditorium exit was crowded with people.

However, since the School of Computer Science and the School of Foreign Languages ​​are located close to each other, the two teams inevitably ended up mixed up when they left the field.

Some students don't like to follow the rules, so they will mingle in the line and leave early.

As we stepped out of the auditorium, the daylight outside suddenly brightened.

The afternoon sun shone on the square, carrying a hint of the heat of late summer and early autumn.

This contrasted sharply with the bone-chilling air conditioning in the auditorium.

Many freshmen couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief as soon as they came out.

"He's alive..."

"I feel like I'm going to ascend to heaven if I sit here for another half hour."

"Stop talking, I almost fell asleep."

"Is there any food left in the cafeteria? I'm so hungry I could eat a whole cow..."

Lu Xing understood this feeling very well.

Even seasoned veterans who have worked for many years would question their life choices if they had to sit for three hours straight listening to their superiors take turns speaking.

He followed the crowd a few steps forward, intending to look for Lin Yuanzhou and Zhao Lin.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Shen Qingyi stop not far ahead.

The reason she stopped was quite simple...

Because someone stopped her.

He was a boy wearing a white shirt and a student council badge hanging around his neck.

Judging from his attire, he was probably a sophomore or junior in college. His hair was styled neatly, and he wore a self-proclaimed charming smile.

Hello, classmate.

He stood before Shen Qingyi, his tone familiar, as if he had rehearsed his opening remarks countless times in his mind:

"I'm from the Publicity Department of the Student Union. I noticed you in the auditorium just now."

"You're a freshman in the School of Foreign Languages, right?"

Shen Qingyi glanced at him, her expression indifferent.

"What's up?"

The senior student clearly hadn't expected her to be so direct; the smile on his lips froze almost imperceptibly, but he still forced himself to continue:

"Nothing special, I just wanted to get to know you."

"Would it be convenient to add each other on WeChat? I can let you know as soon as there are any school events."

This reason sounds plausible at first glance.

If it were a freshman who was more easily embarrassed, even if he was unwilling, he might not have the nerve to embarrass his senior in public.

However, Shen Qingyi is clearly not among them.

She didn't hesitate for a second, her tone calm and indifferent:

"inconvenient."

The senior's smile froze completely on his face.

"Uh... it's just adding contact information, I promise I won't bother you."

Won't it bother you?

Then why did you add contact information?

funny.

Shen Qingyi's lips curled into a mocking smile:

"I already said it's inconvenient."

Her voice was neither loud nor shrill.

But that decisive and clean refusal left almost no room for negotiation.

The boy immediately lost his composure.

There were many people around, and although it was quite chaotic with people coming and going, some people would still subconsciously glance over here.

Shen Qingyi, in particular, was exceptionally beautiful.

Even if she just stands there quietly, she naturally becomes the spotlight.

The boy lowered his voice, and the smile on his face had mostly faded.

"Junior, I just wanted to add you on WeChat, isn't this a bit too much—"

Although the words were not fully spoken, the implied meaning was already quite clear.

That's incredibly disrespectful.

Too arrogant.

They take themselves way too seriously.

Shen Qingyi looked at him, her eyes almost devoid of warmth:

Do I need a reason to reject you?

The boy was speechless for a moment.

He usually gets along very well in the student council and has the aura of a senior student, so he rarely runs into such a tough nut to crack.

In an instant, anger easily overwhelmed embarrassment.

"No, I don't think you need to be so aggressive, do you?"

The boy, trying to save face, muttered:

"We're all classmates, and my attitude was pretty normal. You're making it sound like I'm harassing you."

When he uttered the word "harassment," there was even a hint of grievance in his voice, as if he himself were the one who had been offended.

Shen Qingyi's expression grew even colder.

"Isn't that right?"

The boy's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He never expected that this beautiful freshman would not only give him no way out, but also show no mercy in his words.

Meanwhile, Lu Xing, standing not far away, had already witnessed this classic scene unfold.

He was almost down the steps.

Upon hearing the sound, I looked up and witnessed this scene.

Upon closer inspection—

Oh my, it's still the classic plot.

Senior student, campus belle, asks for WeChat, gets rejected, unwilling to give up, prepares to pester her.

It turns out that these clichéd plots, which are often seen to death in novels, are just as clichéd in real life.

Lu Xing paused in his steps.

To be honest, his first reaction was to follow the principle of "it's better to avoid trouble."

Shen Qingyi was clearly not the kind of pushover who could be easily manipulated; she was fully capable of taking control of the situation.

But the problem is—

Having the ability to handle things is one thing, but being bothered and bothered is another.

The senior student was on the verge of becoming furious.

In a fit of anger, he might even hurt Shen Qingyi.

Lu Xing squeezed his phone.

He didn't seem to care that much about Shen Qingyi being hurt.