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The door to the infirmary wasn't closed properly, and Guo Hao, standing outside, heard the entire conversation inside.

His hand holding the plastic bag froze in mid-air, as if he were nailed to the spot.

Guo Hao stood stiffly outside the door.

He did indeed covet Lin Wanqing's beauty; he didn't deny it, nor was there any reason to deny it.

He and Zhang Yifan were indeed rivals in pursuing Lin Wanqing, and they even competed with each other in private.

Now that Zhang Yifan has suddenly stopped flattering him, he couldn't help but feel secretly pleased. No matter who Lin Wanqing ultimately chooses, at least one less formidable rival has been eliminated.

Even against his competitors, he could distinguish right from wrong.

They don't allow you to bring breakfast.

Just because they didn't provide breakfast, I'm being framed like this?

Guo Hao listened outside the door, a chill running down his spine.

He thought of himself.

Today, he tried to curry favor by bringing tea eggs, but Zhao Rong ridiculed him mercilessly.

Lin Wanqing dismissed him with a casual "I don't need it."

He thought the goddess just didn't care about the little gift he gave her, but little did he know that in their eyes, all gestures of goodwill could be exchanged for scheming, and all sincerity could be trampled underfoot as a stepping stone.

He didn't even dare to think that if he stopped licking the boots one day, he might be the next one to be blamed.

Guo Hao silently withdrew his hand, which had been outstretched and was about to push the door open.

He silently took two steps back, turned around, picked up his bag of tea eggs, and left the infirmary corridor dejectedly.

The cafeteria was bustling with noise; it was dinnertime.

Zhang Yifan and Zong Wen sat at a table in the corner, each with a plate in front of them.

Zhang Yifan lowered his head and ate his rice, while Zong Wen poked at a dark lump in his plate with his chopsticks, his face full of pain.

"Let me tell you, Yifan,"

Zongwen slammed his chopsticks on the table.

"The braised pork in the cafeteria, at least last week I could taste the meat, but this week it's evolved to smell like foot odor! Smell it, smell it, doesn't it smell like stinky socks?"

Zhang Yifan didn't even look up, calmly picking up a piece of potato and stuffing it into his mouth: "Then why do you come here to eat every day?"

"Nonsense, if I don't eat in the cafeteria, am I supposed to eat you?"

Zong Wen rolled his eyes, then picked up his chopsticks and stirred the rice a few more times.

"And look at this rice, it's been soaked in more water than the Pacific Ocean, and every single grain is stuck together like paste. I think the cafeteria lady ruined the porridge, but she insists it's dry rice."

Zhang Yifan finally lifted his eyelids slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Then why don't you eat out?"

"Outside? What's outside? The tea eggs sold by that old lady at the school gate?" Zongwen curled his lip. "The line is longer than during the Spring Festival travel rush. I'd rather eat a couple more steamed buns than waste time queuing."

No sooner had they finished speaking than a figure carrying a tray stopped beside their table.

Zhang Yifan looked up and saw a round face, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and an expression that was somewhat awkward and inexplicably lonely.

Guo Hao.

He was carrying a plastic bag containing several tea eggs that were no longer steaming.

Zhang Yifan's gaze lingered on Guo Hao's face for a second before falling on the tea egg in his hand.

He noticed the sadness in Guo Hao's eyes.

Guo Hao and he had been vying for Lin Wanqing's affections for over a year.

Every time Guo Hao fetched water for Lin Wanqing, he would rush to help Lin Wanqing with her chores.

Every time Guo Hao helped Lin Wanqing move books, he would rush to help her with her homework.

The two men were like two dogs fighting over a bone, but the bone never even glanced at them.

Looking back now, it was incredibly stupid.

Guo Hao stood in front of Zhang Yifan for two seconds, as if hesitating about something.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he finally spoke.

"Zhang Yifan, there's something I want to tell you."

Zong Wen glanced warily at Guo Hao, then at Zhang Yifan, muttering, "You didn't come here to challenge Zhang Yifan to a duel because of Lin Wanqing, did you?"

"No." Guo Hao shook his head, put his plate on the table, and sat down opposite them.

He kept his head down, rubbing his hands back and forth under the table like a primary school student who had done something wrong.

After several seconds, as if he had made up his mind, he looked up and looked into Zhang Yifan's eyes.

"I just went to the infirmary to see Lin Wanqing."

Zhang Yifan didn't react much, just quietly looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I brought a bag of tea eggs." Guo Hao chuckled self-deprecatingly, patting the plastic bag on the table. "Zhao Rong scolded me, saying I had the nerve to bring something that only cost 1.5 yuan to curry favor."

He took a deep breath and lowered his voice.

"I was halfway there when I decided to leave the tea eggs for her, so I turned back and overheard them talking at the door."

He recounted the conversation outside the door exactly as it happened.

After speaking, he paused for a moment, then added, "Zhang Yifan, we used to clash, we even fought a lot over Lin Wanqing. But I think they did something wrong in this matter. Very wrong. Be careful."

Before Zhang Yifan could react, Zong Wen exploded.

"Holy shit!"

Zongwen slammed the chopsticks on the table; the wooden chopsticks bounced on the metal plate and landed on the floor.

"Shifting the blame? Framing her? Just because you didn't bring her breakfast today?! She has low blood sugar because she didn't eat breakfast. Can't she go buy some herself since she's disabled? Is she a three-year-old or a paraplegic? Does Zhang Yifan owe her anything?"

Zong Wen's voice was so loud that students at several surrounding tables turned to look at him, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Zhang Yifan raised his hand and pressed Zong Wen's shoulder, pushing him back into his seat.

"Don't get excited."

How could I not be excited?!

Zong Wen lowered his voice, but the anger in his tone didn't diminish at all.

"Listen to how disgusting this is! You brought her breakfast for a year, buying her different things every day. She wasn't grateful, fine, but now that you've stopped bringing it, you're making her faint? What kind of logic is that? This kind of woman, to put it nicely, is a master of manipulation; to put it bluntly, she's—"

He paused, then gritted his teeth and spat out three words: "Green! Tea! Bitch!"

Zhang Yifan picked up the free soup on the table and took a sip, his expression as calm as if he were listening to something that had nothing to do with him.

"Are you done cursing?"

"No! And that Zhao Rong too! What kind of lousy best friend is she? She's the one who's stirring things up from beginning to end!"

"Alright," Zhang Yifan put down the soup bowl, his voice calm and unhurried, "Don't be impulsive, I have my own decision."

Zong Wen opened his mouth, but looking at Zhang Yifan's expressionless face, he swallowed back the curse that was about to come out.

For some reason, he felt that Zhang Yifan's tone of voice was completely different from before.

In the past, Zhang Yifan would have jumped for joy when he heard that Lin Wanqing had been wronged; now, Zhang Yifan doesn't even flinch when he hears that Lin Wanqing is trying to frame him.

Zhang Yifan turned his head and looked at Guo Hao, who was sitting opposite him with a dejected expression.

Guo Hao does not look well.

He had already been scolded by Zhao Rong, and felt suffocated. Then he overheard those words outside the door, and now he was completely listless, as if his spine had been removed.

Zhang Yifan looked at him, and a complex feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

In this world, he and Guo Hao became two simps, baring their teeth at each other, all for the same girl. They bit each other repeatedly, arguing and fighting over someone who wouldn't even bother to accept a tea egg.

"Guo Hao".

Guo Hao looked up and stared at him blankly.

"Thank you for telling me." Zhang Yifan looked at him sincerely, "Don't be a simp anymore."

Guo Hao paused for a moment, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

"I know you're upset, feeling like the tea egg went cold and your good intentions were wasted. But I want to tell you, it's not that your tea egg was bad, it's that the person simply didn't deserve it."

Guo Hao's eyes were slightly red.

He quickly lowered his head, pushed his glasses up, and pretended to wipe the lenses.

"I know," he said in a muffled voice, a little hoarse. "I'm leaving now."

Guo Hao got up, picked up his plate, and turned to walk towards the plate return area.

When he had taken five or six steps, a furious curse suddenly rang out behind him, echoing throughout the cafeteria.

"What the hell is this?!"