23: Strictly reject athletes

Cao Lang finished his shower and stepped out, glancing at his phone. Liu Qingqin had sent a thank-you note, and Chen Yongqiu's coquettish message had also arrived.

Cao Lang smiled knowingly; Yongqiu was quite clingy.

He remembered Yongqiu's gentle lowered head.

At that time, her jaw was almost dislocated from fatigue.

But even so, Yongqiu hadn't complained at all, and was even quite considerate.

He had told Chen Yongqiu back then that as long as she behaved, he was willing to name her his iron-capped prince.

These words were from Cao Lang's heart; he had been single for 27 years and had never had a girlfriend. Chen Yongqiu could be considered the first woman in his life.

For Chen Yongqiu, Cao Lang was also her first man.

A relationship like this—it would be a true regret if they couldn't stay together for a lifetime... On the other side.

Below the girls' dormitory building at Modu University.

Suddenly, there was a commotion.

"Wow! Look, look, someone's confessing!" A voice broke the silence of the dormitory.

Chen Yongqiu was in front of the mirror, meticulously applying body lotion. Her skin was fair, a result of her persistent daily self-care.

Perhaps due to last night's nourishment, her skin appeared even more delicate and supple under the dormitory lights, as if it would break at a touch.

Those long legs that Cao Lang had played with were casually pressed together as she stood tall; just standing there, she exuded an indescribable, alluring charm.

"Look! Someone's confessing!"

"It's Zhang Yang from the Physical Education Department! He's a celebrity! Who is he confessing to?"

Several heads peeked out from the window of Liu Qingqin's dormitory.

Downstairs, a tall and sturdy boy stood in front of the girls' dormitory, holding an open jewelry box with a diamond ring sparkling under the streetlights.

A crowd of curious students had already gathered around, pointing and full of excitement.

"It looks like he's coming for our dorm!" a roommate wearing a face mask said, her eyes wide.

"Could he be looking for Qingqin?" a roommate munching on spicy strips guessed.

"No, look at Zhang Yang's eyes; he's staring straight at Yongqiu by the balcony!"

Their dormitory had produced two school beauties; usually, confessions were for either Chen Yongqiu or Liu Qingqin.

Everyone's gaze subconsciously turned toward the two of them.

Chen Yongqiu had just finished sending a message. Thinking of Cao Lang, she couldn't help but curl her lips; this man was too mysterious, too generous, and too fascinating.

Hearing the noise outside, she walked to the balcony and took a casual look down.

The evening breeze blew through her smooth long hair. Her beautiful legs stood tall, and the seemingly ordinary T-shirt she wore traced breathtaking curves due to her proud figure.

So beautiful!

The group of boys below were dazed.

"Chen Yongqiu! Chen Yongqiu!" Downstairs, Zhang Yang saw her appear and immediately shouted excitedly, his voice booming.

"Wow! He really is looking for Yongqiu!"

"I told you, it must be Yongqiu. Out of the two Golden Flowers in our dorm, Zhang Yang and Yongqiu are the closest!"

"Zhang Yang is something else, confessing directly with a diamond ring!"

The boys watching downstairs let out bursts of cheering and whistling. Chen Yongqiu's beauty was well-recognized at Modan University, and she had many pursuers.

Zhang Yang's heart pounded. He took a deep breath to cheer himself up.

He held up the diamond ring and shouted loudly, "Chen Yongqiu! I've liked you for a long time! From the first time I saw you on the basketball court, I was attracted to you! Be my girlfriend!"

A few of his buddies around him also joined in the cheering: "Promise him! Promise him!"

Behind Zhang Yang was a BMW 5 Series with the trunk open, filled with bright red roses.

Not only was it romantic, but it also showcased Zhang Yang's considerable wealth!

What kind of decent person drives a BMW 5 Series at school? You couldn't find many in the entire university.

With Zhang Yang's height of 185cm, his wealth, good looks, and basketball skills, everyone thought this confession was already a success.

By the balcony, Liu Qingqin and the other roommates were all looking at Chen Yongqiu expectantly.

"Yongqiu, go down and take a look!"

"Zhang Yang is quite handsome, and his family background seems good. That ring looks like it costs tens of thousands, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, how romantic!"

Under everyone's gaze, Chen Yongqiu's face showed no expression—no shyness, no surprise. If it were before, she might have been a bit happy, but at this moment, she only felt revulsion.

She turned and walked out of the dorm, heading downstairs in her slippers.

Seeing the main person come down, the crowd became even more excited and automatically parted to make a path.

Seeing Chen Yongqiu approach, Zhang Yang's face was filled with uncontrollable excitement. He knelt on one knee and held the ring up to her: "Yongqiu, say yes!"

The atmosphere reached its peak with cheers and shouting. Someone even yelled, "Kiss her! Kiss her!"

A talented man and a beautiful woman—it was destined to be a campus legend.

However, Chen Yongqiu spoke directly, her voice cold:

"Sorry, I'm not interested in you."

A simple sentence, like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguished all the passion at the scene.

The smile on Zhang Yang's face froze. His hand holding the ring stopped in mid-air as he asked in disbelief, "Why?"

"There's no why, I just don't like you." Chen Yongqiu's tone held a hint of impatience. "Get up, don't keep kneeling here."

At this point, Zhang Yang felt he was losing face. He was a second-generation rich kid, the best basketball player in school, and handsome! The girls chasing him could line up all the way to France. Was he not good enough for Chen Yongqiu?

"Give me a reason! That day you watched me play basketball for so long, and when I asked for your green bubble, you agreed. We even chatted about many topics, and you replied instantly every time. Don't you like me?"

Hearing this, Chen Yongqiu almost laughed out of anger. Boys were always so narcissistic, thinking that an instant reply meant liking them and that companionship could be traded for love.

"Then I'll be blunt: you have no sense of boundaries. We've only known each other for a few days."

"Are you in heat from all that sports training? You act like you've never seen a woman. You don't like me; you're just thirsty, and I happen to fit your aesthetic."

"If you want to win me over, show some real ability. Should we be together just because of a confession ceremony? Too many people can do that."

After speaking, Chen Yongqiu turned and left, leaving Zhang Yang dazed in the wind.

Those words were too aggressive!

It was a total character assassination!

As a School Hunk level sports student, shouldn't his confessions be invincible? To be humiliated like this! And to say he was in heat from sports—was he some kind of sexually repressed person?

Zhang Yang was stunned. He thought carefully about the question; it seemed the confession really was for that purpose.

But how was Chen Yongqiu so clear-headed? It made him look like a novice.

Zhang Yang's Dao heart shattered instantly. He left dejectedly under everyone's gaze, his tall stature seemingly shrinking as if all his strength had been drained.

He had wanted to stand tall and proud after a successful confession, but he didn't expect to be scolded to his face by the girl.

Zhang Yang wasn't afraid of girls being gold-diggers, unreasonable, or willful; he was afraid of a girl having a level of clarity she shouldn't have at this age... Chen Yongqiu returned to the dorm, and her roommates immediately surrounded her.

"Yongqiu, why did you refuse him like that?"

The roommates looked at each other, shocked by what Chen Yongqiu had just said. Was this still the Chen Yongqiu they knew? Although she was proud before, she would never have said such biting yet seemingly logical words.

Only Chen Yongqiu knew that after witnessing Brother Cao Lang's generosity, Zhang Yang's pursuit was like a child playing house—childish and ridiculous.

Her world had already changed.

Liu Qingqin sat on her bed, her fleshy calves hanging off the edge, swinging back and forth as she tilted her head, thinking about something.

She had never been very calculating, but she wasn't stupid at all.

Sister Yongqiu's words today had actually inspired her a lot.

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