In the toilet with diarrhea?

Bullshit!

Do you really think I’m an idiot, Chen Yuzhe?

In an instant, Chen Yuzhe realized what happened. He was so furious he almost jumped up.

Chen Yuzhe was almost certain that kid was hiding somewhere, secretly watching him and Xinyu, enjoying the show.

Damn, I’ve been set up.

Chen Yuzhe had been convinced Han Cheng would never admit defeat. He thought Han Cheng could effortlessly win over a naive girl like Xinyu. So he wouldn’t just give away a copy of *Death Stranding* after losing.

That’s why Chen Yuzhe had shamelessly boosted Xinyu’s affection earlier. He believed once Han Cheng started trying, no matter how much he boosted it, Han Cheng would easily win her over.

But who could have thought…

That brat just quit the game?

“I f*#%&*…” Chen Yuzhe gritted his teeth, holding back a torrent of curses.

You damn Han Cheng, don’t let me catch you.

I’ll make you regret it.

“Se…senior?” Xinyu noticed Chen Yuzhe’s darkening expression and asked with concern.

Chen Yuzhe snapped out of it, quickly smiling as he scratched his head. “Ah… nothing.”

Tch.

Now things got complicated.

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Meanwhile, in the restroom.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

“Old Zhe! Didn’t see that coming, huh? Even you have a day like this!!”

Han Cheng clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he nearly rolled on the floor.

“Didn’t expect that? It’s just one copy of *Death Stranding*. If it gets you a girlfriend, Old Zhe, I’d give ten copies.”

“Now you’ve really trapped yourself. I’ll see if you have the guts to waste all that affection you built up. Heh.”

Just picturing Chen Yuzhe’s frustrated face made Han Cheng’s mood soar.

Since childhood, Han Cheng had never gotten the upper hand in getting Chen Yuzhe to date. That guy was like an iron block—no openings at all. It left Han Cheng itching but helpless.

After all, with Chen Yuzhe’s skills, if he didn’t want to date, no one could force him.

But this time, ever since Han Cheng first saw Xinyu’s photo, he’d felt a chance coming.

Chen Yuzhe had a fatal weakness.

He was obsessed with short hair.

Especially girls with neat, ear-length bobs who looked quiet and obedient—perfect for him.

This time, he might actually get Old Zhe to do something.

If it fails, no loss; if it succeeds, huge gain.

He couldn’t… really let him live in the past’s shadow forever, could he?

At that thought, Han Cheng’s eyes dimmed briefly.

But he didn’t dwell on it. He’d just poked the tiger’s butt. The priority now was to slip away fast.

He tiptoed to the restroom door, checked no one was around, then quietly peeked into the party room.

Seeing Chen Yuzhe and Xinyu chatting animatedly, Han Cheng relaxed and strode toward the exit.

Just as he reached the door, he collided head-on with someone coming out.

“Oof.” Han Cheng stumbled, quickly grabbing the person about to fall. “Sorry, are you okay?”

Then he froze.

Not a stranger—it was Jiang Xiaoyao.

Jiang Xiaoyao looked distracted. After steadying herself, she only glanced up at him hurriedly.

“I’m fine. Sorry, I’m in a hurry for the restroom.”

“Oh, okay.” Han Cheng stepped aside, watching her rush away with surprise.

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In the restroom, Jiang Xiaoyao splashed water on her face to calm down.

She looked up at the mirror—slightly red-rimmed eyes, a pounding heart, a pale face.

She suddenly seemed lost in thought.