TL: Etude Translations
For college students, the term “underclasswon” is particularly heart-stirring, as being an upperclassman naturally gives male students a sense of confidence when facing their juniors.
“I am a year older than you, and a grade above you,” which signifies a certain advantage in status and experience.
Hence, generally speaking, it’s easier for an average-looking person to pursue underclasswon than to chase classmates or upperclasswon.
This theory doesn’t apply to everyone, but it’s a common phenonon.
Moreover, at the start of the school year, faced with unfamiliar classmates and a new environnt, so timid underclasswon, like drifting duckweed, are unsettled and desperately need the image of a dependable “big brother” as a psychological anchor.
If you can portray a trustworthy upperclassman during this period, providing a sense of security to hosick underclasswon and properly guiding their reliance, then the chances of this dependence turning into love are quite high.
Ren Ziqiang intended to use Jiang Tian as a tool for this very purpose.
Moreover, his role wasn’t just any upperclassman; he was a class assistant, which gave him an even greater advantage. His purpose for interacting with underclasswon was legitimate and inevitable. Even if he had intentions of flirting, the underclasswon wouldn’t be too wary or resistant in the short term.
As long as you can break through an underclasswoman’s heart during this opportunity, getting three or five girlfriends certainly wouldn’t be difficult.
So, what’s the key?
You need to be reliable and trustworthy, and the underclasswoman you choose should be timid and lacking a sense of security.
However, Jiang Qin’s understanding of Ren Ziqiang led him to believe that the likelihood of Ren playing a dependable upperclassman was zero, as this guy had always been socially clueless.
“Brother Jiang, the freshn have military training tomorrow. Are you coming with us?” Ren Ziqiang extended the invitation.
“I’m busy tomorrow. You guys go ahead.”
Ren Ziqiang pouted, “Even though you have a goddess like Feng Nanshu, the law doesn’t forbid you from admiring other beauties. Look at Brother Cao; even with Ding Xue, he dares to go.”
Cao Guangyu coughed, “Don’t fucking tell Ding Xue, okay? I don’t want a big scene.”
“Old Cao, you’ve got so nerve, daring to go to the field to watch underclasswon with Ding Xue’s temper?” Jiang Qin was incredulous.
“The thrill of facing upperclasswon and underclasswon is completely different. Ding Xue is too dominant. This ti, I’m following Ren Ziqiang to watch the military training mainly to enjoy the thrill of being an upperclassman, to bask in the adoring gazes of underclasswon, as if amidst a sea of flowers, I remain calm and composed.”
Cao Guangyu lifted the corner of his mouth, already having his upperclassman persona planned for tomorrow.
Jiang Qin exclaid in admiration, “With that said, I really want to see this scene.”
Hearing this, Ren Ziqiang imdiately struck while the iron was hot, “Then let’s all go together. We, the F4 of Room 302, will make an appearance like the F4 from ‘teor Garden’!”
“Alright, let’s go. But I want to clarify one thing; I’m not Dao Ming Si, I’m Daniel Wu.”
Jiang Qin planned to visit the school office tomorrow to et Zhang Baiqing, give gifts, and chat, possibly passing by the field on the way. Joining them to watch wouldn’t be a detour.
Although Zhihu and Pintuan had completely separated from the campus scene, it wasn’t right to completely cut ties after using soone’s help. That would be too heartless, worse than a dog.
Mr. Jiang had never given gifts to Zhang Baiqing before; initially, because he was genuinely poor and later because giving gifts might seem like a transaction.
But now, his subsequent business no longer needed the university’s endorsent. He could give gifts with a clear conscience, and Principal Zhang could accept them wholeheartedly.
This logic was strange but also a part of social etiquette.
Visits without ulterior motives and gifts without seeking gain highlighted sincerity and helped close the gap in relationships.
Zhang Baiqing had helped him aiming for the university’s achievents in entrepreneurship, but Jiang Qin never saw it that way, nor did he feel entitled to others’ help. He believed in gratitude, which was his way of life.
The next morning, under the bright sun, Ren Ziqiang eagerly dressed in his most handso outfit, using half a pound of hair gel.
“Brother Jiang, Brother Cao, Brother Chao, let’s go! The underclasswon at the field are eagerly waiting!”
Jiang Qin stretched lazily and glanced at him, “Military training has just begun; let’s wait forty minutes before going.”
Ren Ziqiang was puzzled, “Why?”
“What can you do if you go now? You’d just stand there dryly watching them train. The first item in military training for freshn is standing at attention. With the underclasswon standing there doing nothing, their attention will definitely focus on you, exposing all your flaws, like a receding hairline, uneven teeth…”
“Fuck, then when should I go?”
Jiang Qin propped himself up with his hands on the bed, sitting up against the headboard, “Logically, they’ll have a break after an hour. Bring a waterlon, show up stylishly on the field, offer everyone a slice, and you’ll almost have established the image of a gentle upperclassman. That’s a 5 to initial favorability.”
Ren Ziqiang listened intently, “Then can I find a girlfriend?”
“Tricks are just aids. No underclasswoman will fall for you over a slice of waterlon, but a good start saves a lot of trouble, better than standing there like a fool being gawked at as a spectacle.”
“That makes sense…”
Ren Ziqiang carefully pondered over this and couldn’t help but be astounded, thinking to himself that Jiang Qin truly deserved to have won over a goddess-like girl.
He thought if soone like him decided to beco a playboy, all the girls in Jiang Tian’s dormitory would probably end up pregnant, each bearing three kids. Maybe even Zhuang Chen would have a chance to raise one for Jian Chun.
Forty minutes later, the F4 group got ready and left, first stopping at a supermarket to buy and slice a waterlon, then heading to the field, only to find two groups already there.
One group consisted of Zhang Guangfa, He Shixin, and Du Ziteng from the neighboring dorm, and the other was Sui Jun and Shao Qing, seniors from last year, now in their third year. These guys were famously single in the Finance departnt, known not for their perpetual singlehood, but for their relentless flirting with any girl in sight, as long as she wasn’t unattractive.
With such a reputation, they had virtually lost any chance of finding a partner on campus. Fresh underclasswon were their only opportunity, as these newcors were yet to hear the rumors about them.
It was break ti during the military training. These guys, with nothing in hand, casually chatted up people. With their sleazy deanors, they naturally aroused wariness among the underclasswon, so it was no surprise they found no success.
Cao Guangyu declared grandly, “Let’s go, each of us try our own tactics. Whoever gets the most QQ numbers loses and treats everyone to a al!”
“Forget it, I’ll just be the background for you guys,” Jiang Qin wasn’t interested in standing out.
Cao Guangyu glanced back at him, “Old Jiang, being adored and admired by naive underclasswon is exhilarating. You’ll regret missing out.”
“Naive underclasswon? Where are they?”
“??????”
Jiang Qin observed carefully and noticed that the underclasswon were all wearing military canvas shoes, with no hint of flirtatiousness. Uninterested, he waved his hand and found a shady spot to sit.
Ren Ziqiang, impatient as ever, shouted for everyone to co eat waterlon, making a flashy entrance that attracted the sitting underclasswon.
“Fuck, Brother Jiang really does have so tricks up his sleeve,” Zhou Chao exclaid in awe.
“Chao, don’t be too impressed by Jiang Qin. It’s just a lowly trick. Just watch my performance!”
Cao Guangyu, wearing sunglasses, exuded an air of arrogance. Picking up a slice of waterlon, he handed it to an underclasswoman sitting in the back. He thought he had nailed the “domineering senior” vibe, but only he knew he was imitating Jiang Qin from last year’s military training.
Zhang Guangfa and Sui Jun also didn’t want to be outdone. They sat at the front of the freshman group, using gossip and funny college stories to attract attention.
Having waterlon to eat and stories to listen to, the underclasswon were definitely entertained, if not entirely smitten.
When an underclasswoman reacted with “Wow” or “Really?” to their stories, Zhang Guangfa and Sui Jun felt confident that their “humorous senior” personas were established.
And when Cao Guangyu casually handed out a slice of waterlon, earning a “Thank you, senior” or “Why don’t you speak, senior?”, he felt assured his “domineering senior” persona was set.
Just as everyone was trying their best to impress, hoping to be seen as charming, a sweet-looking underclasswoman suddenly spoke up.
“That senior wearing sunglasses, do you know Jiang Qin?”
“?”
As her words fell, the self-proclaid kings of cool were instantly silenced, then looked at each other, completely baffled.
We’ve put so much effort into showing off, and you can’t even rember our nas, but Jiang Qin, who hasn’t said a word and kept a low profile in the back, how do you know his na?
Hearing this, other underclasswon also couldn’t help but crowd around, with eager questions filling the air.
“Did Senior Jiang Qin co?”
“Is it true that Senior Jiang glows?”
“Can you call Senior Jiang over? I want to see what a real idol looks like.”
Cao Guangyu was dumbfounded. It was only the second day of school, and he was certain Jiang Qin hadn’t had the ti to show off to the underclasswon. Who then was doing it for him?
After so careful questioning, the self-proclaid kings finally learned the truth.
Yesterday, when Jiang Tian led her class, the freshn asked if she had a boyfriend. She said no, but there was a crush she had, a guy nad Jiang Qin.
This morning, when Jiang Tian was preparing her speech for the student union election, she was replaced by Song Qingqing. When she was asked the sa question, her answer was identical.
“I don’t have a boyfriend, but my crush is Jiang Qin.”
One person saying it was no big deal, but two people from the sa dorm and close friends both secretly admiring the sa guy made people curious. How much of an idol must this Jiang Qin be?
Cao Guangyu and Ren Ziqiang were sowhat better off, just feeling a bit embarrassed, but Zhang Guangfa was furious, cursing inwardly.
Last year, the prettiest girl was yours, and even the slightly attractive ones were srized by you. We finally reached our second year, and when underclasswon arrived, you beca an idol again. The disparity is just too fucking stark!
“Please vote for , brothers. I even canceled my honeymoon for this. Spare so votes!”
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