The classmates still in the classroom were all stunned. They hadn’t expected that the new, stunning beauty in their class would have any connection with Lin Feng, the super playboy known as Big Loser Lin. From their brief exchange, though few in words, the content was explosive. It seemed that Lin Feng, the notorious playboy, first rejected Lan Yu’s gift and then dismissed her plea, leaving her behind to chase after someone else. What a scoundrel!
Sun Dasheng, who had planned to ask Lin Feng for help after school, saw his heart’s goddess standing there forlornly and felt his anger flare up. He courageously approached Lan Yu, “Classmate Lan Yu, do you need any help?” His unspoken words were, “Don’t cry, Lan Yu. Do you want revenge? Just say the word, and I’ll sort out that bastard!”
Lan Yu looked at the scattered debris with sorrow. She shook her head, “Leave me alone!” Sun Dasheng’s heart shattered at that moment: “Lin Feng, you bastard, I won’t let you off!”
That was a gift, a handmade model set of the top ten ultimate bosses from the game “Fantasy World,” which she had painstakingly assembled overnight. Lan Yu stared at the fragments, feeling a pang of heartache for the first time. It was a subtle, hard-to-fathom feeling. In her previous life, she had never experienced such an emotion, one that she knew would bring negative reactions but still yearned to explore. Yes, in the human world, this small program akin to a virus is known as emotion. Humans have all sorts of strange emotions, and she wondered why they kept them when they offered no enhancement to their abilities. However, since she decided to play this game of love, sacrificing her alien powers for a human heart, she found herself wandering through these curious emotions, reluctant to leave. Like today, she decided on a whim to attend school with him, having learned from somewhere that Lin Feng liked to collect these little things, and knowing today was his birthday, she made this model set as a birthday gift for him.
Lan Yu was inwardly distressed when a mocking voice suddenly cackled in her ear, “Tsk tsk tsk, poor silly sister, after all that effort last night, he didn’t even spare you a glance. How sad, sister is really heartbroken for you. Why bother? Why put yourself through this? Good sister, just give up! Competing with me like this will only benefit that brat! Besides, didn’t I swear by the name of the Holy Ancestor Turing that if you help me regain control of the Yang Ascension Order, I’ll easily restore your true form?”
