The mont Shen ngjie withdrew, Han Xiaojing bit her lip and stole a glance at Long Aotian.
She had been so afraid just now that Long Aotian would agree with Shen ngjie’s words.
But seeing him rely smile, unmoved, she inexplicably felt a little happy.
"He’s different from other guys," Shen ngjie whispered into Han Xiaojing’s ear.
Hearing this, Han Xiaojing maintained her composure on the surface, but the tips of her ears turned faintly red.
He really was different. It wasn’t just about giving her the waterlon—even during military training, his everyday behavior had made her pay a little extra attention to him.
Though he was the sa age, his deanor stood out from everyone else in the class.
He was mature, considerate, and knew how to make others feel at ease without awkwardness.
He might seem less competitive, less fiery, but whatever he did, he did well, always giving off an air of quiet reliability.
Around him, Han Xiaojing often felt like she could just be a delicate girl who needed protecting.
And this feeling—she never got it from any other guy.
If there was a difference between Long Aotian and other boys, this was it.
Like now, she could tell that Li Longlong and the others were just trying to show off.
But Long Aotian simply stood by, watching. If needed, he’d step in without hesitation—playing the supporting role, the wingman.
Yet when he wasn’t needed, he’d sit quietly, observing with a smile, as if genuinely enjoying the mont.
And it wasn’t forced—he truly seed to relish it.
A new bottle of wine and an aged one—both were wine, but they were nothing alike.
Han Xiaojing quietly took out her phone, gathering her courage before finally looking at Long Aotian. "Long Aotian, can we—"
Before she could finish, a badminton landed beside them in a perfect arc.
"Just when I was getting ward up, you guys are already done?" Xu Shuai and the other two walked back, spinning his racket in hand.
Truly, a guy was at his most attractive when he was confident in his elent.
Xu Shuai wasn’t exactly ugly, but he wasn’t handso either—at least, he was the most ordinary-looking in the dorm.
But right now, he was the coolest.
The courage Han Xiaojing had mustered vanished in an instant, interrupted.
Shen ngjie watched everything with amusent, her gaze lingering playfully on Long Aotian.
"How about we all grab lunch together?" Huang Fei asked Shen ngjie with a smile.
"Yeah, let’s eat together," Xu Shuai added, wiping sweat from his forehead as he grinned at Wang Lijuan.
The group lunch was a success, and everyone was in high spirits.
Romance? No big deal.
Pursuing girls? Just another day.
Youth was all about self-expression—anything was possible.
After lunch, the "147 Love Trio" felt like they’d made leaps of progress in front of their crushes. Once they escorted the girls back to their dorm, the boys erupted into a brief celebration.
"So, how’d I do today, Old Ao?" Xu Shuai asked excitedly.
"Not bad. I saw Wang Lijuan glance at you more than once."
"What about ? How about ?" Li Longlong pressed.
They all turned to Long Aotian because, in their dorm, he was the only one with actual dating experience.
The aloof campus belle from the music school, the two stunning beauties who’d co looking for him before—Long Aotian wasn’t the type to compete with them over girls, so his opinion was the most reliable.
"Didn’t really notice," Long Aotian admitted. "I wasn’t exactly staring at the girls while you were playing."
Huang Fei nodded. Old Ao wasn’t that kind of guy, so he didn’t press further.
Still, Huang Fei felt like he’d made solid progress today—Shen ngjie had smiled at him several tis and even subtly showed off her figure around him.
What did that an? It ant she was practically his already!
As they say, where there’s a goal, there’s motivation. Right now, they were all brimming with confidence.
Just then, Long Aotian’s phone rang.
An unknown local number.
Seeing his "sons" still hyped up, Long Aotian stepped onto the balcony to answer.
"Hello, is this Mr. Long Aotian?" a polite voice asked.
"Who is this?"
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Hearing this, Long Aotian imdiately set up a ti with Cui Yong.
"I’m heading out," he said, grabbing his things.
"Old Ao, where are you going? Not joining us tonight?" Xu Shuai called after him.
They’d agreed to be his wingn today, but these two had imdiately hogged the spotlight in front of the girls.
He was the one who’d set this up—wasn’t today supposed to be his mont?
Only Long Aotian had stuck to his role as the reliable wingman.
"Won’t make it tonight. Wang Lijuan’s a good girl—go for it, ‘Dad’ believes in you."
Xu Shuai scratched his head, grinning. Sotis, his instincts were spot-on.
With Long Aotian’s blessing, he felt even more determined.
Under the shade of the trees, the peak heat had passed. Capital City’s breezy weather made it just right.
"Brother!"
Long Aotian looked up to see Lin Wanning waving at him.
When he stopped, she hurried over, her white dress fluttering with each step, her long hair swaying in the wind. Her delicate face was alight with a charming liveliness.
"Slow down, Wanning," her three roommates teased from behind, unable to resist laughing.
Lin Wanning reached Long Aotian’s side and noticed him checking subway directions on his phone. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her fair profile so flawless it was hard to look away, she asked, "Brother, where are you going?"
Before he could answer, her roommates caught up.
"Brother? You an the hero who saved the beauty, right?"
"Must be. Otherwise, our aloof campus belle wouldn’t ditch us the second she sees him. Look how happy she is now—where’s that icy deanor gone?"
"Hi, we’re Lin Wanning’s roommates—and best friends."
"Nice to et you. I’m Long Aotian."
The first girl patted her stomach in mock dismay. "Ugh, I’m too full now."
Then she grinned. "But Hero Brother, you owe us a al. Otherwise, we might just bully your little sister in the dorm."
Long Aotian chuckled at the nickna. "Sure thing. Just take good care of Wanning for ."
Hearing this, Lin Wanning’s lashes fluttered slightly. She peeked up at Long Aotian, her eyes shimring faintly.
Her fair cheek, partially revealed as she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, flushed with a delicate rosy hue...
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