A throng of impassioned livestock still milled around the gate, their simple objective: to pin down Li Qian and discover precisely who she liked and whether she had confessed her feelings.
A black sedan crawled slowly toward High School No. 1, and there was no need for speculation; Yang Yi and his group were inside.
“Uncle Han! Pull over right here!” Yang Yi glanced at the crowd near the school entrance, muttering to himself, filled with suspicion: “What the hell are these people doing? What happened?”
Li Qian pursed her lips, sparing Yang Yi a glance, and said, “Let’s get out.”
“En,” Yang Yi replied, then turned to Feng Shi, “You guys can come back around eight tonight.”
“Yes, Young Master!” After Feng Shi acknowledged the order, the car drove away.
Yet, Yang Yi and Li Qian walked shoulder-to-shoulder toward the entrance of High School No. 1.
“Damn, could it be that Li Qian likes that scummy campus heartthrob?” one student mumbled in astonishment.
The classmate next to him seemed equally taken aback, saying, “That can’t be real, right?”
“Uh!” Just a meter from the entrance, Yang Yi stopped abruptly. What kind of stares were these? A cold sweat broke out, and a memory flashed through his mind. It seemed he suddenly understood, and Yang Yi slapped his forehead hard, muttering, “Crap! So that’s the look that old guy gave me. Oh my god, I’m done for.”
“Yang Yi, what’s wrong? What’s ‘done for’?” Li Qian looked at him with clear confusion, apparently unconcerned by the two or three dozen people standing before her.
“Ah, nothing, nothing,” Yang Yi offered a faint smile, thinking internally, Nothing my foot. If I can escape this predicament today, I’ll thank every god there is!
“Li Qian, Li Qian, Li Qian!”
“Oh, my goodness!” Yang Yi was suddenly startled by the mob. Seeing them glaring at him while shouting her name, he couldn't help but offer a wry smile. Li Qian’s popularity at High School No. 1 was comparable to that of a major female celebrity—it was utterly ridiculous.
Li Qian looked at her fans. She knew they were her supporters, but their shouting made her deeply embarrassed, and simultaneously, she felt puzzled—why were all these people gathered at the gate today? She asked, “Uh, everyone, why are you all here at the entrance?”
The group of livestock instantly stopped their chanting when they heard Li Qian speak, staring at her with blank, ‘dumbfounded’ expressions. Just then, two students elbowed their way out from the crowd—members of the News Department. They approached Li Qian, and one of them said, “Senior Li Qian, hello. I’m from the News Department. I wanted to ask you a few questions. Would you be willing to answer?”
“Uh, the News Department?” Li Qian’s expression hesitated slightly upon hearing those three words, but she eventually managed a smile and asked, “What do you want to ask? Besides, class is about to start…”
“Hehe, don’t worry, Senior. I only have two questions, and these two questions seem to be the very ones the students cheering for you out here want to ask as well,” the News Department student continued with a professional smile.
“That’s right, that’s right! The questions he’s asking are the ones we want to ask too!” the crowd quickly shouted in agreement.
Li Qian glanced at them. Though she was smiling wryly, she knew if she didn’t satisfy their demands now, she might not even be able to enter the school gate. “Fine, ask away then!”
“Great…” Just as the News Department student was about to pose his question, Yang Yi looked left and right. He thought, If I don't bolt now, when will I? With that, he immediately began pushing his way through the crowd.
“Yang Yi, wait for me!” Li Qian immediately wanted to leave when she saw Yang Yi moving out.
However, she was intercepted by the News Department student, who, with a professional smile, inquired, “Senior, may I ask if you already have someone you like?”
“Uh!” Li Qian froze upon hearing such a sensitive topic. She turned her head to look at the student from the News Department, then glanced back at Yang Yi. It seemed something suddenly clicked in her mind, and doing the opposite of what was expected, she smiled and declared, “Yes, I already have someone I like.”
“Ooooh—my heart hurts…!”
The crowd gathered at the entrance suddenly clutched their chests, feigning expressions of exaggerated pain as they cried out.
Seeing their dramatic display, the News Department student quickly seized the opportunity. “Then, Senior, my final question: what is the name of the person you like?”
“Hmm?” Li Qian hummed softly, then watched Yang Yi’s back as he walked toward the classrooms. Her lips curved slightly, and she shouted loudly, “The person I like is named…”
“Huh?” The mob seemed to momentarily forget their supposed chest pains, all perking up their ears and staring intently at Li Qian.
“Named what?” The News Department student suddenly became curious as well.
“Yang Yi!” Li Qian shouted loudly, then immediately ran after him.
Yang Yi, halfway down the path, had just been privately congratulating himself on having dodged that bullet. But the moment the thought crossed his mind, he froze. He hadn't clearly heard what Li Qian said, but the sound of footsteps behind him was unmistakable. He turned his head to look— “Good heavens!”
After muttering that, he bolted, cursing as he ran: “Damn it, who did I offend? Waaah, this is terrible, these guys have gone crazy, absolutely insane!”
Indeed, Yang Yi hadn't heard Li Qian announce her crush, but the mob at the gate had heard it perfectly clear. The fake expressions of agony vanished, replaced instead by looks of pure fury. They fixed their gaze on Yang Yi’s retreating back and gave chase.
Seeing Yang Yi run, Li Qian pouted and stamped her foot, muttering discontentedly, “Do I really annoy you that much?”
But as soon as the words left her mouth, the crowd, kicking up dust, whizzed past her in a blur, their target perfectly clear: Yang Yi.
“Hahaha, hahaha, you arrogant brat, let’s see how cocky you are now! Why aren’t you running? A mouthful of saliva from all of us will drown you! Hahaha!” Principal Li, leaning against the railing by the school building, burst into laughter with a childlike glee.
However, this spectacle seemed to confuse Xu Ming, who had been looking around for Yang Yi. He turned to Fatty Lin and Ye Xiaohou, asking with a puzzled look, “Hey, what got into that mob? Why are they all chasing the boss?”
“Uh, I don’t know,” Ye Xiaohou replied.
“Me neither,” Fatty Lin waved his hands, appearing equally bewildered.
[This part might get rather rowdy, folks. Are you prepared? Heh heh, I'm getting rowdy! I'm bookmarking this! Everyone, keep recommending! Go, go, go!]