Chapter 9: The Game  

“Yin Siyu, were you just peeking at me?” The person who had been standing in front cleaning up the dishes turned around at some point and asked the girl behind him.  

“Uh, no, it’s just…” Yin Siyu was caught off guard by her own little action, feeling a bit flustered. Without thinking, she blurted out, “I saw you eating really enthusiastically and was curious about what you were having.”  

Oh my god, what kind of excuse is that? What nonsense did I just come up with? Is there a hole I can crawl into? Wait—there’s something more important. He knows my name??? Yin Siyu was anything but calm at this moment.  

“Heh.” The other person seemed amused. “That curious, huh? I’ll take you to eat it next time.” Nan Feng spoke casually, as if discussing the weather.  

“No need, Senior Nan.” She was utterly mortified by her own lame excuse.  

“But… how do you know my name?” Yin Siyu was genuinely curious. After all, that day, he had only introduced himself, while she hadn’t said a word.  

Nan Feng looked at the wide-eyed girl with flushed lips and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Saw it at the library. Your notebook was left open on the desk.”  

The sudden mention of this made Yin Siyu blush, recalling what she had done. She had practically embarrassed herself to the ends of the earth.  

“Feng-ge, who’s this junior?” Peng Wenyu, having just put away his dishes, noticed something unusual about Nan Feng and turned around—only to feel like he had stumbled upon something major.  

After all, in all the time he had known Nan Feng, he had never seen him act close to any girl, let alone have a girlfriend. Not a single one. The guy was practically a monk—focused, top of his class, and ridiculously handsome to boot.  

Nan Feng glanced at Peng Wenyu but ignored him, turning back to Yin Siyu instead. “We have things to do. We’ll head out first.”  

“Okay, goodbye, Senior.” Yin Siyu nodded. The interaction between them felt natural, almost effortless.  

Once Nan Feng and his group of roommates had left, Guan Shuang couldn’t contain her excitement. “Siyu, are you close with Nan Feng?”  

“Not really.” They had only met a few times and exchanged a handful of words. But why did she always end up embarrassing herself in front of him?  

“That’s weird. There was just something… off about the vibe between you two,” Guan Shuang muttered under her breath.  

Back in the boys’ dorm.  

“What? You want me to teach you how to play games?” Peng Wenyu staggered back as if he had heard something terrifying, his face full of disbelief.  

“Yes.”  

“Don’t scare me like this, Feng-ge. Are you sick? Feng-ge? Say something! You’re freaking me out.” Sure, Nan Feng played games occasionally, but the last time he touched one was just for fun. There was no way he’d need lessons. Something was definitely up.  

Nan Feng grew slightly irritated at Peng Wenyu’s reaction and kicked him with a long leg, instantly silencing him.  

“Just teach me. Stop with the nonsense.”  

Peng Wenyu rubbed his leg, aggrieved. “But Feng-ge, haven’t you played a few times before? Why do you need me to teach you?”  

“I haven’t studied it much. You’re more skilled. Just show me some tricks.”  

At that moment, Peng Wenyu felt a surge of pride from Nan Feng’s praise, sitting at the computer desk like he was pumped full of adrenaline, ready to dive in.  

Three hours later…

“Brother Feng, are you kidding me? You’ve been multi-killing me for so long, and now you want me to teach you?” Peng Wenyu hugged his computer, on the verge of tears.  

The title he had worked so hard to earn was lost in just a few hours, and it would take him ages to get it back. Brother Feng, you really shouldn’t mess with people like this.  

“Maybe I overcomplicated the game. After watching you play a round, I pretty much figured out the techniques you used,” Nan Feng paused before adding, “But is it really that hard?”  

Peng Wenyu, who had been gaming since childhood, felt like he had taken 10,000 points of emotional damage. If only he hadn’t agreed—this was just asking for trouble. Brother Feng wasn’t normal at all. Was the game really that easy? Waaah…  

The September sky was crisp, with autumn winds sweeping fallen leaves across the campus, painting a picturesque seasonal scene.  

“Ah, finally done with the exam! So relaxing!” Yin Siyu had just finished a small French test designed to assess the students’ progress.  

She stood up and glanced around the dorm room, clicking her tongue in mild annoyance. The room was completely empty—everyone must be busy. Not a single person to talk to.  

After spacing out on her bed for a while, she checked the time on her phone. Huh, still early before the scheduled meet-up. Might as well grab a bite outside.  

Yin Siyu skipped the cafeteria—it was only a little past five, and the dining hall probably wouldn’t open for a while.  

Instead, she headed to a malatang restaurant off-campus, ordering a variety of ingredients with a bit of spice, thoroughly enjoying her meal.  

Truth be told, she never splurged on food, clothes, or other luxuries. Though she wasn’t short on money, she never acted superior. As long as something suited her and made her happy, that was enough.  

After finishing her meal, Yin Siyu strolled around the school to walk off the food. Checking the time again, she figured it was about time for the appointment and hurried back to the dorm.  

(End of Chapter)