15. I’m leaving—handle the rest yourself
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This guy really stole the spotlight this time. Even Li Mo got a little hyped watching him. She even snapped a few photos and sent them to Tang's mom.

Pretty handsome. Might as well let his mom have a look, so she'd stop obsessing over her son's relationship status and turning her sights on Li Mo instead.

Overall, the performance went smoothly. The weather wasn't hot either, so time passed fast. From the moment Li Mo sat down to the end, she thought only ten minutes or so had gone by. In reality, half an hour had already passed.

But obviously, the harder these people had been pushed during military training, the wilder they were cutting loose now.

After the report performance ended, the school followed the schedule and immediately started the opening ceremony.

But the instructors had already slipped away the moment the performance ended. With no one keeping them in line, the freshmen instantly turned into wild horses off the reins. By the time the opening ceremony was only halfway through, half the people were already gone.

There was no way Tang Zhe was going to sit there obediently until it ended. The moment he saw a chance, he planned to slip out too. No matter what, he wanted to find Li Mo and grab lunch with her first.

But things were obviously never going to be that simple.

As one of the standout students who had gone onstage for awards, and as the leader of the military boxing formation, he'd already shown his face more than enough. The school media people had long since locked onto him. The second they saw him trying to slip away, they swarmed him for interviews.

Crap! I don't have time for this! I need to go have lunch with my wife!

The moment Tang Zhe saw them crowding over, his expression changed on the spot. He had zero intention of accepting any interview and wanted to leave immediately.

But first, he instinctively glanced toward where Li Mo was. She was still sitting there, propping up her cheek as she watched him. She didn't look in a hurry at all. Her eyes seemed to say, It's fine. An interview's just an interview. It won't even take a few minutes.

As expected of the girl I've got my eye on. So generous... sigh...

Fine. An interview it is.

"Student Tang Zhe, may I ask..."

Seeing Tang Zhe go from full-on resistance to helpless acceptance for no apparent reason, the upperclassmen didn't think much of it. They eagerly started the interview.

They had a job to finish, after all. If they missed him now, they'd have to make it up later.

What a pain.

Tang Zhe felt the same way. Total pain.

The school's media department wasn't just the campus paper and student union reports. Every department had its own news team too. Dealing with them one by one made Tang Zhe, who already hated trouble, feel miserable all over.

Li Mo, on the other hand, was pretty patient. She felt it was perfectly normal for a freshman to do well in military training and get interviewed by the school media.

But only in that situation!

After finally getting done with the school media, if he got tangled up by a bunch of other girls too, then normal or not, that still wouldn't fly!

Sure, she thought Tang Zhe should get a girlfriend. But dealing with this many girls at once? That counted as flirting around. That was player behavior. That was scumbag behavior.

And she refused to be friends with a scumbag.

That's right. The moment Tang Zhe finally finished dealing with the upperclassmen from the school media, the girls who had been lying in wait behind them immediately surrounded him.

Ninety-nine percent of these proactive girls were veterans. After all, now that they were finally in college, no one was around to stop them from chasing guys anymore. If they spotted a handsome one, of course they weren't going to let him go.

Of course, some of them might've been asked by someone else to come get his WeChat for them. But girls like that were usually much more reserved and shy. And honestly, some guys were more willing to give their WeChat to girls like that.

But Tang Zhe had no interest in any of this right now. There weren't that many of them, but they were still girls, and he didn't want to be too rude. So after smiling and turning them down, he anxiously looked toward where Li Mo had been sitting.

She was already on her feet, had turned around, and was about to leave.

Crap!

It's all these women's fault!

"Sorry, I already have someone I like. She doesn't want me adding other girls on WeChat."

He said it with a straight face. Then he stopped being polite and forced his way out.

The girls froze a little.

Of course a male god like him couldn't possibly still be single.

Still, they weren't heartbroken. They just felt it was a shame, or a little unconvinced. Some girls even thought, I'm this pretty, and I don't even give my WeChat when other guys ask for it.

Back in the first few days, especially on day one, the girls in the nearby formation had all seen Tang Zhe leave formation on his own to go "check on" Li Mo. Some of the girls here were from that very formation.

Too bad Li Mo had been wearing men's clothes at the time, and from that distance they couldn't see her face clearly.

For all those reasons, a rumor started spreading.

Tang Zhe was gay.

Of course, he still didn't know any of that. Right now, only one thing was bothering him.

Too many people were slipping out, and it happened to be class break too. Li Mo had blended into the crowd and vanished.

She didn't reply to his messages either.

He couldn't possibly go look for her at her rental place. If he did without permission, she'd definitely get mad.

Sigh...

So close. Such a complete waste at the last second.

While doing the boxing routine, he'd secretly glanced at her a couple times. There had only been two things in his head.

My wife looks so pretty in a dress.

And my wife smiled. She looks so pretty when she smiles.

Damn it. He'd thought she was in a great mood at the time, but instead he'd pissed her off and made her leave. What was he even supposed to say to that?

Beautiful women really were trouble. Those girls were all pretty cute too, but why did they have to come bother him?

But then he thought about it again...

If Li Mo got mad and left because his romantic luck was too good, then that meant she actually did care about him.

His mood suddenly improved again.

Maybe that made him a little heartless, but he was happy, okay?

Maybe he should head back first, take off this military training uniform he'd been wearing for half a month, wash off the sweat in a shower, dress up a little, and then try asking her out again.

Yeah. That's the plan.

Ding-dong.

But reality proved that along with romantic luck came bad luck too.

His QQ went off. Li Mo had replied. Before he even had time to feel happy, he saw a whole string of messages.

"Huh? I didn't check my phone just now."

"Someone in the group asked me to queue up for ranked with them. I'm helping boost a client."

"It's thirty yuan a run, and I get thirty percent. We're doing several runs."

"I'm going to play now. Deal with your own stuff."

"..."

Ah.

So of course it wasn't because she cared about him at all. Damn it!

"Sigh..."

Utterly helpless.

Tang Zhe had been in a great mood, but after reading those messages, all the life got sucked right out of him. Dragging himself under the sun, he slowly made his way back to the dorm like a zombie.

Thump!

He didn't shower, and he didn't change clothes either. The moment he got back to the dorm, he flopped onto a bed and played dead.

"What's with him?"

Liu Ye, who was about to head into the bathroom for a shower, asked Liu Huilin, who had just come out. The two Lius had a bit of bad chemistry going on. They'd almost escalated into a passionate shared bath fighting over the bathroom earlier. But they were equally curious about Tang Zhe acting weird.

"No idea. He's been wearing those clothes for half a month and still won't change. He just drops onto the bed like that and doesn't even think it's gross."

Liu Huilin wiped his hair expressionlessly. But very soon, he realized what the problem was.

"Crap..."

A beat too late.

"F*ck! Tang Zhe! That's my damn bed!"