Chapter 7: The Twin-Tailed Lolita, Liu Hanyue

Ten minutes later, he was back at South Finance University.

Cheng Yao bought a bunch of grapes. The dormitory manager, an older lady, looked a bit embarrassed and could only say, “You really shouldn’t have. No need to buy anything, really. You’re just a student—you can’t afford to spend like this, and you still have a girlfriend to take care of. If you return late, just knock on the window and I’ll give you the key.”

“Thank you, Auntie. Please try some grapes,” he replied.

Successfully bribing the dormitory manager, Cheng Yao finally returned to his room.

Wang Wenbo, shirtless, looked surprised. “You actually made it back this late? I thought you weren’t coming back tonight.”

“Something came up. I’ll go shower first.”

After showering, Cheng Yao lay on his bed and sent Lu Mengyao a message to arrange another meeting.

Lu Mengyao replied with a shy emoji, agreeing.

Not wasting time on Lu Mengyao, Cheng Yao glanced at Zhang Ya’s messages and replied. She was talking about professional knowledge, but he honestly didn’t know what to say.

He couldn’t exactly admit that on his very first day, he’d found himself a tool and put a grand green hat on her.

Was he supposed to declare himself a wild stallion, and her head a vast grassland?

After three years together in high school, Cheng Yao knew well what kind of girl Zhang Ya was—confident and proud. He could hardly imagine she’d cheat on him at the Conservatory.

Still, just to be safe, he’d reconnect with her after military training.

He chatted a bit, then lay back to scroll through the news. It was mostly crime reports. People always said movies were exaggerated, but in reality, cases involving embezzlement of a billion in cash and thousands of properties were just absurd. It turned out that movies didn’t lie; reality was even more outrageous.

Art, it seemed, truly imitates life!

[Today’s total expenditure is 36,400 yuan. You have received a tenfold rebate, totaling 364,000 yuan. To earn more rewards, please continue to nurture your darling. The more you nurture, the greater the rewards!]

Host: Cheng Yao

Charm: 84

Skills: None

Wealth: 364,800

Girlfriends: Zhang Ya (bound), Lu Mengyao (bound)

He waited until the early morning before the dating simulation game notification finally chimed.

The tenfold rebate had arrived. Cheng Yao swallowed hard, unable to help himself; the sensation was nothing like a game—it hit him with a far more visceral impact.

In truth, it was no different from winning millions in the lottery; the excitement and thrill were so intense, it was as if he’d been injected with pure adrenaline.

Cheng Yao had prepared himself mentally, so he managed to keep his emotions in check, but even so, excitement made him kick off his blanket.

Sleep...

Deep into the night, Cheng Yao tossed and turned, utterly unable to fall asleep.

…

The next day, Cheng Yao didn’t look well; his complexion was paler than usual. The group got up early.

“Aren’t you guys buying me breakfast today?” he asked.

“Call me daddy and I’ll buy it every day!” someone retorted.

“Screw you!”

The guys joked around as they went downstairs for fried buns, then headed to the classroom.

Cheng Yao had already reviewed the data on all the girls in Economics Class One. There were three or four with scores over seventy, two in the eighties—the overall level of attractiveness was already quite high.

The classroom gradually filled. Cheng Yao’s eyes narrowed.

A petite girl walked in at the door, dressed in a chic Japanese-style outfit, her hair in twin ponytails adorned with little cherries. Her long white socks and spotless sneakers set her apart from the other girls—the difference was especially clear in her aura.

She wore a face mask, concealing her features, though her cheeks seemed slightly flushed. Occasionally, she coughed softly; she must have been unwell.

Name: Liu Hanyue (available for interaction)

Charm: 90

Figure: 52

Special: 92

“Cheng Yao, Zhang Lei, Old Zhu, is she in our class?” Wang Wenbo also stared at Liu Hanyue. The girl’s adorable outfit, petite frame, and iconic twin ponytails made her a bona fide legal loli.

Her most striking feature was her eyes—round and bright.

Cheng Yao shook his head. “Not sure, but probably. I can’t believe such big, sparkling eyes exist in real life. All her nutrition must have gone into them.”

Liu Hanyue had already sat beside a girl named Wang Churuo and began chatting quietly—they clearly knew each other.

It was Cheng Yao’s first time encountering such a beautiful girl in person. Even though she wore a mask, the data didn’t lie—a charm score of ninety was only equaled by Zhang Ya in his eyes.

Wang Wenbo whispered, “Want to bet?”

“Bet on what?”

“I bet her charm is somewhere between seventy and eighty. If I win, you buy me lunch for a week. If I lose, I’ll buy you all lunch for a week.”

“Boring.”

“I’m out too.”

Wang Wenbo looked at Cheng Yao. “What about you?”

“I bet she’s above eighty. Her clothes and aura are special—her family must be well-off,” Cheng Yao judged.

“Deal!”

Cheng Yao glanced at Liu Hanyue a few more times. Her coughs were quiet and gentle, giving off the impression of someone delicate and easily swept off her feet.

Soon, the homeroom teacher arrived.

“Is Liu Hanyue here today?”

“Here, teacher. Cough, cough…” Liu Hanyue raised her hand.

The homeroom teacher nodded. “You can sit. Military training starts tomorrow. If you’re not feeling well, let us know and you can take a medical leave, joining next year’s freshmen for training.”

“Thank you, teacher. I’m much better now—just a little cough.”

Her voice was lovely, clear as a lark, though now tinged with hoarseness from the coughing.

The teacher said, “Alright, let’s begin.”

But instead of a real lesson, the teacher spoke mostly about campus life. Only halfway through did the topic shift to economics.

In a corner, Wang Churuo nudged Liu Hanyue. “Look back—the boy by the window, second row from the back. Isn’t he handsome?”

While the teacher faced the blackboard, Liu Hanyue stole a glance. Their eyes met. She blinked, her big eyes darting away, feigning indifference but clearly a little flustered.

Cheng Yao smiled, finding her spirited and quite adorable.

Suddenly, he thought of Cheng Cheng.

Perhaps this is what older brothers feel—their little sisters always seem cute.

Before long, it was noon.

Wang Wenbo’s face darkened as he complained, “Why is she still wearing that mask? Is she that reluctant to take it off?”

“She probably doesn’t want to spread her cough. That’s called being considerate.”

“Tch. Cheng Yao, I didn’t expect you to like this type—so skinny, she’s practically a washboard. Touching her must be like touching yourself.”

“Wow, are you Liu Yang or something?”

Cheng Yao was shocked by the comment—classic player talk. “Every guy likes girls who are cute, beautiful, or sexy. There’s no strict type, right?”

“True enough. I agree with Cheng Yao—I like them all.”

“Me too, haha…”

“You guys are hopeless. Watch me—I’ll go say hello.”

With that, Wang Wenbo dragged Cheng Yao over. “Hi, we sit in the second-to-last row.”

“I know. His name is Cheng Yao,” Wang Churuo said with a broad grin.

Wang Wenbo shot an awkward glance at Cheng Yao.

Cheng Yao smiled, “Hello. Want to have lunch together? We can save seats—the cafeteria’s crowded.”

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