The white rose I picked up cried and said she liked me.

At 9:50, classroom 203 of the Business Building was filled with a lively atmosphere.

The students sat together in rows in their dormitories, chatting with the new faces around them and getting closer to each other.

The male-to-female ratio in e-commerce majors is quite even, unlike some nunneries or monastic classes where the male and female populations are basically equal.

Having finally passed the age of "puppy love" as described by their parents, the students are now experiencing some naive and innocent thoughts during their wonderful university years.

The girls dressed themselves up beautifully, wearing outfits they wouldn't normally wear. Even those who lacked confidence in their looks put on light makeup, whispered among themselves with their heads down, and unconsciously glanced at certain handsome boys they admired.

The boys all dressed themselves up neatly, many of them getting their hair permed, gritting their teeth to buy the latest and most expensive clothes, and polishing their new leather shoes until they shone, all in order to leave a good first impression on their new classmates.

But after just half a semester, they will shed this disguise, cut their hair which requires them to get up half an hour early to wash and blow-dry, and put on their usual simple appearance again.

She walked from the classroom to the cafeteria in a pair of slippers, and her clothes were simply "wearable".

After all, dressing up is a tiring thing.

Those who have already found girlfriends within half a semester no longer need to put effort into dressing up, as the girls have already seen their usual sloppy appearance.

Those who haven't found a girlfriend don't need to maintain their image anymore, since they won't find a partner anyway.

"Third brother, look at that girl sitting in the second row by the window, isn't she your type?"

A boy with suspenders nudged a boy in center-parted pants next to him and winked at him.

"70 points. She's good-looking, but she doesn't like to talk and is too aloof. I don't like mute girls."

The man in the center-parted pants shook his head and patted the boy sitting in front of him, who was holding a basketball.

"Hey bro, why don't you ever look at the pretty girls in class? Are you already in a relationship?"

"Sigh... They wear heavy makeup, you have no idea what they look like without it."

The basketball player's gaze wandered over the patches of foundation, perhaps recalling some unpleasant past, and he unconsciously shuddered.

"Sigh, our class is a mess. We can't find a single decent student."

The man with the slingshot sighed and took out his phone to watch videos of pretty girls.

"I even spent 300 yuan on a perm. I should have saved that money and treated myself to a nice meal."

The boy in the center-parted pants muttered to himself, slumped onto the table, his eyelids drooping limply as he gazed toward the classroom door.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"Holy crap! Boss, third brother! Look, look! A beautiful woman is coming!"

Following his gaze, the basketball player and the man with suspenders looked towards the classroom door and instantly straightened their backs.

"My goodness, they're all beautiful women without makeup, and there are three of them!"

"I hereby declare that I've set my sights on that innocent little loli in white stockings! Don't you dare try to steal her from me, guys!"

"No, no! I like that cool, aloof woman in black stockings. I want to kneel down at her feet in her pleated skirt."

"Then I'll take care of that cute and innocent girl, Rousi. I can tell at a glance that she's destined to be protected by a strong man like me."

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"Yaoyao, Linlin, let's sit over there."

Xu Xi stretched out her delicate pink hand and pointed to the row of seats in the middle against the wall.

They spent two years together in this spot during high school.

Coincidentally, when they entered university, the exact same seat was still empty, as if it was preparing to wait for them.

"Yes, please take a seat, we seem to be late."

Zhao Lin pulled Xu Xi and Wen Yao and quickly walked to the row of seats to sit down.

Whether it was her imagination or not, it seemed that all eyes were drawn to them as soon as they entered the classroom.

The feeling of being stared at by countless eyes made Zhao Lin feel somewhat uncomfortable.

In an instant, a rustling sound of discussion filled the classroom.

"Dude, did I see that right? Three stunning beauties with completely different styles have joined our class! Each one is prettier than all the other girls combined!"

"Wake up! She's so pretty, she must all have boyfriends. There's no chance for us."

"How would I know if I didn't go up and assert my authority?"

"Don't worry, it seems someone has already gone there."

The man with the suspenders, the middle-parted pants, and the basketball player borrowed combs from each other to fix their hair and tidy their clothes. They then walked towards Xu Xi and the other two with dashing eyes.

"Hi, beautiful lady, I observed the celestial phenomena last night and foretell that I will meet a beautiful and delicate woman today. May I ask if you could add me on the phone? If you encounter any harassment from perverts at school, feel free to contact me anytime, and I will appear immediately to protect you."

Wen Yao, the "delicate woman," raised an eyebrow and sized up the basketball player who looked like a "pervert," whose arms were not even as thick as Xu Bowen's.

For a moment, a mischievous smile crept onto her lips.

"Okay, but I want to see if you can protect me. How about we arm wrestle?"

"Beautiful lady, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

The basketball player maintained his composure while casually showing off the muscles on his arms.

"What's inappropriate about it? If you don't even have the confidence to arm wrestle, how can you expect to protect me from a pervert?"

Wen Yao winked playfully and smiled, making the basketball player stare intently.

"Beautiful lady, then I shall humbly accept your offer. Please forgive my inconvenience!"

He extended his right hand and clasped Wen Yao's right hand together.

As Wen Yao finished her three countdowns, the basketball player began to slowly exert his strength.

He originally thought that he only needed to use half his strength so that the beautiful woman wouldn't lose too badly and lose face.

However, he soon discovered that Wen Yao's strength seemed to be beyond his expectations.

Using only half the strength was like throwing a pebble into the ocean, leaving no ripples.

So, the basketball player gradually increased his intensity.

But gradually, he began to panic.

No matter how hard he tried, Wen Yao's hand could not be moved even slightly.

His strength was like a sponge, completely absorbed by Wen Yao.

"Boss, stop holding back! Go all out and win! Be the first to get the prestige, set a good example for the brothers!"

Those with center-parted hair and overalls started making noise on the side.

Sweat began to bead on the basketball player's forehead, his jaw clenched, and he was exerting every ounce of strength he had.

On the other hand, Wen Yao still had a calm smile on her face, as if she hadn't even started to exert any force.

Damn, this is not the kind of delicate woman I remember.

Seeing that he had reached his limit, Wen Yao's eyes showed a hint of disappointment.

Is that all the skill you've got? You dare to flirt with me?

Wen Yao began to exert force, her knuckles slowly contracting and clenching, tightly gripping the basketball player's hand.

The basketball player's face contorted in pain, as if he had been subjected to some kind of torture.

"Ouch...it hurts! I give up, beautiful lady!"

The pain in his palm disappeared, and the basketball player instantly pulled his hand back, grimaced, shook it, and kept blowing air into his palm.