A world where love reigns supreme? This is truly chaotic!

"The president said we should invite the boss over too," Chen Nuanxin said, looking up at her phone and addressing her boss.

"Then let's ask. Tonight might really be a big gathering." Guangchang put his hands in his pockets, looking at the scattered snowflakes, and felt bored.

"Hmm~ Let's have some barbecue to warm ourselves up, that sounds good."

"Hmm, not bad." Guangchang Chen said slowly. Nothing strange had happened in the past week. Yan Xingmeng and he had only maintained simple contact via WeChat. Although he was still not overwhelmed by the breakthrough to over sixty points, it did not seem to affect his current life.

Could it be that his Dao heart has truly been formed? Guangchang Chen felt that after witnessing such a shocking event, his thinking would undergo a great change. After all, if he thought about it carefully, since he insisted on believing in the favorability value, he acknowledged that numerical liking was the most accurate, and the numerical judgment was particularly strict. Even Qianwen was still stuck at 59 points.

In this situation, the president directly jumped from 39 points to 64 points without any pretense. This made Guangchang himself admit that what the other party had said before was not false, and that she had really been taking action and thinking.

Even so, Guangchang did not have any wild thoughts that night. Instead, he slept soundly as usual, which he found amazing. Perhaps he had really reached another level of peace in his mind.

This month's monthly exam should be able to beat Warm Heart again, right? After all, I'm so calm now... Please! The Hard-Working Monster is already doing his best to catch up with the Talent Monster, so please create a few more miracles!

Guangchang is really about to crack.

The student council had a total of about fifty members, plus some extra people, making it quite a large number. They could practically book the whole store. This lively atmosphere was a strong contrast to the cold weather. Chen Nuanxin happily put her arm around Zhou Qianwen's and strolled out of the school gate, just in time to hitch a ride with the owner's car. Yay!

Behind them, Guang Chen followed beside Jiang Xintong, holding an umbrella over himself. He glanced at the young lady and asked, "Are you cold, young lady?"

Jiang Xintong looked absent-minded, half her face buried in her scarf, and gently shook her head. The young lady seemed unusually quiet these past two days. Could it be... Guang Chan's eyes lit up. Could it be that the weather was too cold, causing the young lady to not want to speak?

"Miss, it was my oversight. I should have filled a hot water bottle for you before you went out."

“I don’t need that,” Jiang Xintong said, glancing at Guang Yuchen out of the corner of her eye before quickly looking away, her meaning ambiguous.

Half an hour later, everyone had gathered at the barbecue restaurant. The advantage of having more people was evident. Core members sat at the main table. This was another large gathering. Not only was Yan Xingmeng there, but Sun Weizecheng and the always mysterious Secretary Shan Yimo were also present. This excited the rest of the student council members, including Miss Jiang, who was generally considered to be hostile to the student council. She even graced the occasion with her presence and sat next to the president! Could it be that the two had reconciled?

"Cheers!" Shan Yaoning cheered sweetly, holding up her sparkling water. She was also there to freeload. Laughter filled the room. Xingmeng and Xintong were sitting together harmoniously at the main table, just like a happy ending in a movie. All misunderstandings were resolved, and everyone could sit down and enjoy a meal together happily.

That's the atmosphere like here.

Eating barbecue on such a cold day is simply the best thing ever.

However, there was only one person among them who seemed to be in a mediocre state.

"I'm going out for a bit." Sun Weizecheng shook his phone, then stood up and walked to the second-floor platform. As a qualified entertainer, such a dull daily routine really didn't excite him at all. In short, it was boring.

He didn't actually have a phone call to answer; he just wanted to find an excuse to get some fresh air. He opened the sliding door and walked onto the outer platform. The temperature dropped sharply, but Sun Weize didn't feel overwhelmed. The snow lessened a bit. He closed the door behind him, and as he turned his gaze, he was surprised to find that a figure had come out before him not far away.

They booked the entire store today, so the second floor was only occupied by student council members.

Sun Weizecheng stepped forward and only recognized Xiao Yuran when he saw her signature transparent-framed glasses.

Good heavens! The person who hates the cold the most is actually here enjoying the cool breeze! Am I dreaming?

Sun Weize pinched his cheek. Because it was freezing cold outside, even pinching his cheek didn't hurt much.

"This is truly unprecedented; I never expected to see you here," Sun Weizecheng said.

Xiao Yuran tilted her head slightly and saw that it was Sun Weizecheng. Her tone remained calm as she said, "Then why are you out here too?"

Xiao Yuran is the leader of Yan Xingmeng's personal support group, so she does not have any superior-subordinate relationship with the other core members of the student council.

Hearing this, Sun Weizecheng sighed deeply, placed his hands on the railing, leaned forward slightly, gazed into the distance, and muttered, "Because of boredom, this kind of daily life... What's with this happy ending? Damn it..."

Sun Weizecheng himself wasn't that bloodthirsty, but he had a feeling that he was making a big show of things but letting them go easily, which left him feeling uneasy.

You're not even happy with this happy ending? Do you have some kind of mental illness?

Sun Weizecheng fell into a slight state of self-doubt.

"Do you think this is a happy ending?" Xiao Yuran suddenly asked.

"Isn't that it?"

Xiao Yuran shook her head and replied, "It seems a little different to me, a little... subtle."

"subtle?"

"Hmm, there's a subtle feeling of maintaining a balance," Xiao Yuran murmured.

"Oh..." Sun Weize was taken aback by this comment, then turned to look at the lively scene on the second floor. Could this be the reason why he felt uneasy? A delicate balance...

119. Why are you just watching!

……

When the alarm clock rang at 6:30, Jiang Xintong should have gotten up by now. However, her sleep quality hadn't been good these past few nights, so she would always procrastinate and try to get a few more minutes of sleep. She could set three or four alarms in a row, and they would all be close to 7 o'clock.

In the past, Jiang Xintong basically didn't have the habit of attending early morning self-study sessions. She would usually arrive at school just before the first class. To be honest, even if she missed the whole morning, given her status, she wouldn't be lectured by the teachers. However, since coming to this school and being influenced by Yan Xingmeng, she has started to follow the rules and usually arrives at school on time before 7:30.

But today seemed to be a mistake. By the time Jiang Xintong, half-asleep, suddenly realized the time issue, it usually meant it was already too late. She abruptly sat up from her lying position, glanced at her phone, and saw that it was already 7:40. She hadn't even gotten out of bed, let alone gone to school.

What, what's going on?!

Jiang Xintong couldn't understand. Usually at this time, even if she had overslept, a maid would come to wake her up, but what was going on today!

"Aunt Mei! Aunt Mei!" Jiang Xintong got out of bed, her body still a little out of control from just waking up. She was a bit groggy, put on her slippers, and called out the name of the family's maid.

The large room was very clean, and someone would come in to clean and tidy it every few days. Jiang Xintong used to be a very "sloppy" person. Because of the overly convenient life, she only needed to think about enjoying the results. However, after she turned twelve, she gradually realized a new truth: the reputation of herself in the eyes of others brought about by growing up.

Jiang Xintong had seen too many rich but stupid peers. When she was with them, they would mostly talk about the luxury goods their relatives had brought back from abroad, or the limited edition designs by certain designers. Once or twice was fine, but after a while, Jiang Xintong felt that her intelligence was being insulted. This kind of comparison was meaningless, so she would turn her attention to other things, especially the appearance of Yan Xingmeng, which changed many of her original views.

She discovered that in a wealthy family's home, a girl who was clearly the same age as her could sit among a group of elders and chat naturally, as if she wasn't a child who had just started junior high school. In comparison, she, who had always been obsessed with competing with her, had lost far too much.

So after that, Jiang Xintong changed her strategy. She no longer focused solely on competing with Yan Xingmeng, but instead paid more attention to her own personal growth. However, she herself was not clear about what growth actually meant, since it wasn't a tangible thing. But whenever she participated in public events, the adults would praise Yan Xingmeng for not being like a child at all, and for being the future successor of the group. But when it came to her, they would say things like how cute the Jiang family girl was.

At that time, she vaguely understood that what she might want was for others to say that she had grown up, even if it was fake. Hearing that would at least make her happy. Perhaps she was no different from those mindless peers, pursuing goal-oriented happiness. But she had taken some action, so she was essentially different from those guys.

Jiang Xintong stepped out of the room into a long wooden corridor. She glanced to her left and saw a middle-aged woman in maid's uniform running towards her.

"Young Miss, you're awake."

"Aunt Mei, why didn't you wake me up? It's already 7:30, I'm going to be late for school." Although Jiang Xintong was dissatisfied, she didn't mean to blame Aunt Mei.

Aunt Mei asked in confusion, "Miss, didn't you see the group notification yesterday? It's snowing heavily outside, so the school is closed for three days. You don't need to go to school today."

“Heavy snow…” Jiang Xintong murmured, then her gaze fell on the curtain on her right. She reached out and pulled it, and immediately the white snow scene came into view, with snowflakes slowly falling everywhere in her sight.

It's really snowing heavily.

"Young Miss? Young Miss!" Aunt Mei's voice rang in her ears again.

Jiang Xintong turned her head and only then felt a chill; she was only wearing pajamas.

"Since it's a day off, why not take a nap? It's okay to have lunch a little later," Aunt Mei said. Having lived in the Jiang family for over ten years, she knew this young lady's personality best; she often slept in late on her days off.

"Really? Okay then." Jiang Xintong's tense mood relaxed. The words "the past three days" sounded a bit familiar. After recalling them, she pursed her lips, turned around and went back to her room, climbing back into bed.

Being startled like that completely banished my sleepiness. Lying down for a while was no use, so I had to lie face down on the mattress, pressing down on the pillow, and looking at my phone messages.

It wasn't until I noticed the message tagging me in the group chat that I clicked on it and found that Guang Guangchen and others had already chatted with over 99 people. If the core of the group chat was Guang Guangchen, Chen Nuanxin, Shan Yaoning, Zhou Qianwen, and myself, then scrolling up, it seemed that they were all talking about going out for a snowball fight.

Having a snowball fight? Are you a kid?

Jiang Xintong frowned slightly, pressed her lips to the pillow, and then another message mentioning her popped up in the group chat.

Chen Nuanxin: "Boss, boss, you're still not awake! You've come out for a snowball fight!"

Zhou Qianwen: "It's only a few o'clock now, Xintong is probably still sleeping."

Guangchang Chen: "But I just suddenly noticed that Miss's WeChat step count has changed..."

Chen Nuanxin: "(GIF of element discovery) Could it be that the boss has already woken up and is spying on the group messages?"

What are you spying on! This is my group chat! Jiang Xintong gritted her teeth.

Shan Yaoning: "Maybe he just went to the restroom. After all, it's a day off, so he probably wants to rest more."

Chen Nuanxin then tagged Jiang Xintong five or six more times in a row. Jiang Xintong didn't want to hide it anymore, as not replying would make her seem genuinely guilty, so she directly explained the situation.

With Jiang Xintong's reply, the group chat became much more active, and the topic of snowball fights came up again.

"No." Jiang Xintong refused immediately. Her reply represented her attitude. It was so cold outside, and she didn't want to go have a snowball fight. That also showed her attitude. As the boss, she could be capricious!

"Isn't the boss going...? Uh... okay then, I'll just tell the president the truth." Chen Nuanxin replied.

President? Yan Xingmeng!

"What do you mean? Is Yan Xingmeng going too?"

"It was organized by the president. He was worried that we would be too bored staying at home, so he invited us to have a snowball fight. He also said that we should invite you, the boss, and that if the games at the last birthday party were too boring, we could decide a winner this time."

Boring? That was clearly a victory for our side! Even though Yan Xingmeng deliberately let it slide...

"Hmph, what a grand loser's declaration! Miss, you are the real victor," Guangchang replied with flattery.

Hmph, bootlicker.

Jiang Xintong ignored it, but since the topic had come up, she naturally had some motivation. First, Yan Xingmeng was going, and if she didn't go, it would seem like she was afraid of her. Second, she had indeed been a bit slacking off in the last competition, and Jiang Xintong wanted to defeat Yan Xingmeng at her peak! Her bad chess skills were getting worse and worse, and all she wanted to do was use Yan Xingmeng as a stepping stone to climb higher.

cut.

I'll go.

……

After being picked up by a private car, everyone gathered once again at Yan Xingmeng's manor. The manor was so spacious with neat trees, and there was no one to disturb them. One side of the space was open, while the other side was perfect for use as cover. If they felt cold, there were also small huts nearby for heating. It was incredibly thoughtful.

Jiang Xintong stood by a tree, shivering. Suddenly, she regretted coming. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Guang Chen and Chen Nuanxin, who were squatting down to make snowballs. They were full of energy, just like two little kids!

She was about to complain, but something she suddenly noticed made her exclaim in confusion.

In her line of sight, she saw that the scarf she had originally given to Guangchang was now wrapped around Nuanxin's neck, while Guangchang himself was wearing a new scarf of a style she had never seen before.

Jiang Xintong's mind worked quickly, and she immediately asked, "Nuanxin, where's your scarf?"

Chen Nuanxin realized what was happening, turned her gaze towards her, then narrowed her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and explained, "Well... due to unforeseen circumstances, I can't wear it for the time being..."

"speak English."

"Last time we saw Xiao Yuran was cold and wasn't wearing a scarf, so we lent her Nuanxin's scarf. Nuanxin wore mine, and later Xiao Yuran told us that she got the scarf dirty, so we had to send it to the dry cleaners. That's how it is," Guangchang said, spreading his hands.

"Is that so? Okay." Jiang Xintong didn't continue the topic, her eyes only glancing at the scarf around Nuanxin's neck before pausing slightly.

Fool.

This is so heartwarming, how could you not be in a good mood!

It must be because I haven't been getting enough sleep; my head is throbbing...

Jiang Xintong closed her eyes and rested for a while. Guang Chen, who had good eyesight, immediately held up an umbrella and stepped forward to shield the young lady from the wind and snow.

A short while later, Yan Xingmeng arrived fully covered up, and Lao Sun and Shan Yimo also joined the group. Xiao Yuran couldn't stand the temperature and didn't choose to come.

That makes exactly eight people.

We can group ourselves again.

Two machines were running nearby, blowing hot air. The group stood there and chatted for a while, mainly because the hot air was so warm that they didn't want to leave.

Jiang Xintong stood alone to the side, enjoying the breeze, when Yan Xingmeng leaned closer, gently took her arm, and said, "Xintong, you still came. Looks like you also thought the last competition was too boring~"

"What do you mean 'boring'? Winning is winning, you idiot."

“Yes, yes, then you definitely win and I lose, but today, I want you to help me out, Xintong.” Yan Xingmeng suddenly brought up the important point.

Jiang Xintong turned to look at her and asked, "What? Didn't you call me here today for the competition? What do you mean by helping you?"

"The competition is a competition, it will definitely be fair, but I hope Guangchang can be on my team. We happen to be short one person, you will help me, right?"

"You?!" Jiang Xintong was very surprised. She knew very well that Yan Xingmeng had really fallen for Guangchang Chen, but she rarely saw Yan Xingmeng express her feelings so directly and possessively. She felt like the Yan Xingmeng in front of her had become a stranger.

"Hmm? Please." Yan Xingmeng smiled with narrowed eyes. In her mind, Xintong would definitely help her, as the two were still very good friends.

Jiang Xintong was also stunned for a moment, her mind not quite processing it. After being reminded again, she snorted, turned her head away, and said, "Whatever, what does it have to do with me?"

"Okay, maybe I'm overreacting, but I still felt I should tell you. I'm glad you don't object. Alright, let's go and form groups." Yan Xingmeng's smile widened, and she pulled Jiang Xintong towards the crowd.

As the crowd gathered, Yan Xingmeng explained the rules: the snowball fight was a civilized game, and the person who was hit had to go back to the hut to rest for three minutes before they could revive. The condition for victory was to enter the enemy's hut, take a flag, and return to your own hut. If you were hit in the middle, the flag would be left on the spot until the next person picked it up.

The rules are simple; next, we'll divide into groups.

"Each person selects one teammate to join in turn. To be fair, if someone needs to steal someone, they can step forward to participate in the selection. Then that teammate can freely choose between the two. Do you understand the rules?"

Everyone nodded in agreement. So, how should the first person to make the initial selection choose?

"Let's start with the president," Shan Yimo said calmly.

That's not a problem either.

Guangchang Chen was not flustered at all, after all, the young lady was still there.

After everyone agreed, Yan Xingmeng took the lead in choosing a person, and her first target was Guang Guangchen. She then smiled and said, "I choose Guang Guangchen."