Only After I Was Reborn Did I Realize That I Had Childhood Sweethearts Chapter 444: This Senior is Too Much of a Player!

After the group’s escape room adventure, Peng Xue and Liu Xiaoyu had completely resolved their misunderstandings.

The next day during a eting, the two deliberately sat together arm-in-arm, displaying their newfound closeness—much to Xiang Bingbing’s astonishnt.

“What exactly did you two do last night?! How are you so different today compared to yesterday?”

“This… is our little secret~”

Peng Xue smiled sweetly while clinging to Liu Xiaoyu’s arm in an intimate display.

“What secret?! Damn it, keeping out of the loop? I’m being excluded!”

“Tell you what—if you can lift YuanYuan for over a minute, I’ll spill the beans—”

“Deal! Too easy for .”

“Hey hey! Don’t actually try to lift !”

Xia Yuan quickly hid behind i Fang, using him as a shield against Peng Xue’s sche. i Fang initially tried blocking Xiang Bingbing, but she upped the ante by effortlessly scooping up both him and Xia Yuan simultaneously.

Horrified, Peng Xue imdiately intervened, “Okay okay… no need to prove your strength! We get it!”

Later, Peng Xue decided to recruit Xiang Bingbing—who had openly admitted her crush on i Fang—into their “defeated rivals” alliance. “After today’s event, I’ll tell you!”

“Yay!”

anwhile, the flustered Xia Yuan clapped her hands to refocus everyone. “Alright alright, ti for the important band na discussion! Let’s vote from our shortlisted options!”

Xia Yuan’s first proposal was [Sumr Snow Rain Ice], simply incorporating all their nas. This spawned the alternative [Sumr Days Band], but the latter was vetoed for being too generic.

After heated debate, the English na was finalized first: Sumry Band—a portmanteau of “sumr” and “mory,” evoking nostalgic warmth.

Xia Yuan was undeniably the group’s core. She had initiated the band, united everyone through her friendships, and remained the unwavering heart—though she personally disliked the hierarchical implication, preferring equal standing. Democracy overruled her objections.

The Chinese na, after deliberation, beca mories of Sumr Band, a direct translation of “Sumry.”

i Fang’s primary role was chauffeur, shuttling the group to Yuanxi Music’s studio to familiarize them with recording processes and practice ensemble performances. Though Yuanxi Music provided professional managers and sound engineers, Xia Yuan had long expressed her wish to earn success through the band’s own efforts rather than nepotism.

Their biggest hurdle? Xia Yuan’s celebrity status under i Fang’s cultivation made anonymity impossible. Even with sunglasses and masks, she’d be instantly recognized—rendering the others’ talents invisible.

During the ride ho, i Fang broached the issue:

“So… about your idea to have Xiaoyu sing lead to mitigate this… but your image is already heavily promoted. Unless you wear a full mascot headset or sothing—”

“No need for such extres~”

Xia Yuan seed unworried. “I’ve got a plan—just wait!”

“What plan?”

“You’ll see~ As one-third of Yuanxi Interactive’s leadership, I may ride your coattails but I’ve got skills!”

Her mischievous confidence left i Fang genuinely curious about her solution.

Later, during a university lecture with Zhang Ming, i Fang discussed progress on Salty Fish Survivor. Mid-conversation, a shapely girl sat beside Zhang Ming and cheerfully greeted i Fang:

“Hi Station Master! Rember ?”

“Uh… yeah! You’re that… person, right? Haha!”

The girl puffed her cheeks. “You totally forgot! I’m Yang Xiaomo—YuanYuan’s roommate!”

“Ohhh, right!”

i Fang nudged Zhang Ming while eye-signaling him. “You’re working with Zhang Ming on Salty Fish Survivor, yeah?”

“Yep! I handle music and sound effects—impressed?”

“Surprising soone like you enjoys ga dev—”

“Soone like ? Is that discrimination?!”

“Of course not! Yuanbao and Young Miss love gas too.”

“True…”

Zhang Ming finally interjected irritably, “Why are you here? We’re in class.”

“I told you—I want to audit your ga design lectures!”

Yang Xiaomo playfully smacked him. “Heartless jerk, always forgetting about !”

“Stop manhandling !”

“We always interact like this! Why get shy in front of your bestie?”

“Uh…”

i Fang smirked. “Should I… give you two privacy—”

“Station Master, don’t leave! Judge this ingrate! I recruited his whole team through my campus connections—”

“Yeah yeah, credit where it’s due…”

Watching his once-reclusive friend banter so naturally, i Fang felt relieved. Though Yang Xiaomo had initially seed like a “fish” [potential romantic interest] trying to reach i Fang through Zhang Ming, she’d genuinely joined the project—possibly drawn to Zhang Ming’s personality.

Given her outgoing nature, i Fang doubted shy Zhang Ming could handle her. But his level-headedness was reassuring—he wasn’t a lovesick fool, and after a year without ulterior motives surfacing, Yang Xiaomo seed sincere.

From then on, whenever i Fang saw Yang Xiaomo in class, he’d tactfully exit to give them space.

With Xia Yuan busy with the band and Lin Youxi imrsed in AI conferences, i Fang’s couple-ti dwindled.

During their early polyamory days, he might’ve felt lonely.

But even post-honeymoon phase, his need for affection—

Remained intense!

Eating alone in the cafeteria today, zero wives available!

Calls revealed Xia Yuan was rehearsing at another campus, while Lin Youxi was at a tech summit. Just i Fang, solo.

…

Ughhhh!

Usually decent, the cafeteria food now tasted like cardboard.

This existence… was painful wuu…

He missed his wives.

But he couldn’t seem clingy—as Yuanxi Interactive’s CEO, skipping work to laze on campus was already pushing it. Distracting them from their careers would be downright unprofessional.

Yet lately, i Fang genuinely had little work.

Project: Eschaton‘s frawork was complete, with execution delegated to junior designers for a year-end release. Other departnts ran autonomously under Uncle Xiang’s oversight. With middle managent matured and no imminent funding rounds, his hands were shockingly free.

New projects could launch, but current bandwidth was maxed. Given the tiline’s proximity to his past life’s “overwork death,” further expansion seed unwise.

So… just enjoy college life?

But my wives are still off-duty!

Wandering campus, i Fang nostalgically recalled biking to school with Xia Yuan and Lin Youxi. Back then, though less physically intimate, their innocent camaraderie and shared academic drive created irreplaceable mories—

Now I’m just a horny dog nad i, forever chasing that lost purity wuu—

Sulking on a bench, he chugged water while observing passing couples. Suddenly—

Ring ring!

Smack!

His bottle went airborne as a bicycle collided with him. The girl rider tumbled straight into his lap, then scrambled up apologetically.

“Huff… So sorry! Are you okay?”

Her voice was sweetly high-pitched as she frantically brushed dust off him—until he stopped her.

Upon seeing her face, i Fang blurted out:

“YuanYuan?”

“Wh-what YuanYuan?”

The girl blinked confusedly. “Did you mistake for soone?”

i Fang studied her—short, perky hair, glasses, an earnest student vibe—then shook his head. “My bad.”

“Anyway! Are you hurt? Let check—”

She reached for him again, but he waved her off. “I’m fine, really.”

“I’m such a terrible cyclist… I’m Lin Wanwan, Class 1501 freshman from the Managent School. You’re a senior, right? If you feel unwell later, add my WeChat—I’ll cover dical bills.”

“Freshman? School doesn’t start for another month. Show your student ID.”

“Uh…” She backpedaled. “I an, I got admitted early and ca to practice biking… I live nearby.”

Lin Wanwan stuck out her tongue. “Local rich girl, huh?”

“Not rich! Just… convenient.” She then peered at him. “Senior, you look familiar.”

“Like your ex?”

“Eek! What a thing to say! I’ve never dated!”

Blushing, she whispered conspiratorially, “Actually… you resemble that famous CEO—the ‘create our era’ one—”

“You can’t even rember i Fang’s na? Suspicious.”

“Yes! i Fang!”

She scratched her head. “So… do people often mistake you for him?”

“I am i Fang.”

“Pfft—nice joke, Senior!”

Lin Wanwan giggled. “No way the Yuanxi CEO actually attends class—he’d just pay for credits!”

“…Fair point.”

i Fang nodded. “Guess I’m not him then.”

“See? Anyway…”

She fidgeted. “To make up for crashing into you… let treat you to dinner?”

“One bump and you’re asking out? Pretty forward.”

“N-no! I just feel guilty… Co on, I’ll bike you there!”

As she limped toward her bicycle, i Fang stopped her. “You’re hurt.”

“It’s nothing… just a tiny sprain…”

She bashfully added, “But… if Senior wants to ride —I an, ride with —”

“We can walk. It’s close.”

“But my bike—”

“Should I escort it and you ho?”

“I-I might recover by then!”

“Sure, whatever.”

Thus, i Fang pedaled with Lin Wanwan clinging to the back.

“Senior rides so steadily~ So cool!”

“…”

“By the way, soone as handso as you must’ve had tons of girlfriends, right?”

“Nah, just broke up with them recently.”

“Them? Them?! Wow, Senior plays around…”

Perched sideways, Lin Wanwan sighed dreamily.

“But being your girlfriend must’ve been heavenly—you’re so gentle and sunny~”

“Yep, they were very happy.”

i Fang nodded. “I was their perfect boyfriend!”

“You an ex-girlfriends, right?”

“Right, exes.”

“Sooo… is Senior single now? Any new targets? Curious.”

“Basically… yeah, single.”

i Fang glanced back with a smirk. “Want to climb into my bed?”

“Seniorrrr! So shaless! Such dirty talk~”

Covering her face with one hand, she weakly pumled his back with the other.