The grill was already loaded with meat slices, slowly releasing an enticing aroma. Wen Jiaqi, the most impatient, popped a slice into her mouth first. But she spat it out halfway through chewing: "Ptooey! Ptooey! How can it still be raw after grilling so long?"

"Pfft, hahaha!" Xia Ziying giggled. "What’s the rush, little foodie? No one’s stealing it from you."

Jiang Xuehan had been in a foul mood. She tried talking to Li Xinglan beside her: "Um, Lanlan, thanks for stepping up earlier."

"No need," Li Xinglan replied, cold as an iceberg. "I just can’t stand that type. It’s not about you."

Thanks to her restaurant experience, Jiang Xuehan grilled the meat perfectly—fully cooked but not burnt. Wen Jiaqi praised her highly: "Xiao Han, I didn’t know you had this skill! Let’s buy an induction cooker later. We can grill in our dorm room!"

Jiang Xuehan’s face darkened instantly. "Oil stains all over the walls and beds? Do you even plan to sleep tonight?"

"Good point... How about the sports field?"

"Then get ready for a lecture from security!"

As the girls chatted and ate, a cold, domineering voice cut in from above: "Dog, is this the pretty girl you mentioned?"

Jiang Xuehan looked up. A burly, middle-aged man stood there, wearing sunglasses, a nose ring, and a vivid blue dragon tattoo on his exposed arm. He looked like trouble.

A chubby, familiar man hurried over, fawning: "Brother Qiang, I told you—this ultra-hot chick is right here, see?"

Brother Qiang eyed Li Xinglan, a lewd grin spreading. "A rare schoolgirl gem. Just join us for a meal, no strings attached. Don’t refuse kindness and invite punishment."

As he finished speaking, two burly henchmen closed in, surrounding Li Xinglan.

Li Xinglan, proud by nature, snapped. Her icy glare locked onto him: "Get lost!"

"Whoa, little sister, calm that fire," Brother Qiang chuckled. "Dog’s my underling. Insulting him disrespects me. A meal to apologize isn’t too much. We could even be friends—I’ll look out for you."

Brother Qiang ignored the other three girls completely. Men are visual creatures; with an idol-level beauty like Li Xinglan, the rest faded away.

But Li Xinglan wasn’t easily swayed. Her eyes burned with cold fury. "Do you know who I am? How dare you target me?"

The chubby instigator rushed to fawn again: "Brother Qiang, ignore her! They’re just students—no connections!"

Brother Qiang waved him off, a weasel-like smirk forming. "Dog, show some manners. I’m just hosting a meal to settle your feud. Nothing more."

His words were polite, but his stance was hostile. His men blocked Li Xinglan’s escape, forcing a confrontation. The chubby man smirked at Jiang Xuehan, mocking her for causing trouble.

Jiang Xuehan’s anger flared. She grabbed a steaming meat slice and hurled it straight at his fat face. He shielded himself, but scalding oil splattered his round arms. He howled like a slaughtered pig.

Brother Qiang finally noticed the small, unassuming Jiang Xuehan. "Hey, little sister, what’s this mean? Disrespecting my dog means disrespecting me."

The chubby man lunged forward, grabbing her slender wrist. "Brother Qiang, she started this nonsense! I’ll teach her a lesson—make her under—AHHHHHH!!"

Jiang Xuehan had bitten hard on his fresh burn. He screamed again, pig-like.

Brother Qiang didn’t intervene, his lips curling with amusement. "Feisty little thing. But I’m not into flat chests. Take the busty one instead."

"Hold it!" Jiang Xuehan made a T-sign with her hands. "Brother Qiang, I need to talk."

"Oh? Go on."

She took a deep breath, calm and composed. "You might not know the full story. This fat pig’s shoe was accidentally dirtied by a janitor, who apologized. But he kept cursing vilely. My friends and I stepped in to stop him—and he held a grudge."

Brother Qiang turned to the chubby man. "Dog, so you sought revenge over dirty shoes? Pathetic. Just wipe them clean."

"You’re right, Brother Qiang... But I saw this busty beauty and thought only a man like you deserved her. That’s why I called you—"

Jiang Xuehan shot him a cold look. "Shameful. Fake designer brands, calling someone decades younger ‘big brother’? Disgusting!"

"What did you say!" Veins bulged on his forehead as he grabbed her collar. "I’ll kill you right now!"

Jiang Xuehan ignored him, facing Brother Qiang. "As you see, I have a personal feud with this pig. I’ll apologize and join your meal—but first, let me settle this."

Brother Qiang’s amusement deepened. He licked his lips. "I’m a reasonable man. How?"

"Men’s favorite way: a game. If I lose, I’ll go with you willingly and apologize to this pig. If I win, you leave us alone. And—" Jiang Xuehan paused, pulling a coin from her wallet. She flicked it into the glowing charcoal. It landed with a hiss, heating red. "The loser grabs that coin barehanded. You set the game—just keep it fair."

The chubby man stared at the red-hot coals and coin, shuddering. "Brother Qiang, don’t listen—"

"Deal! I accept!" Brother Qiang snapped. He removed his sunglasses, revealing serpentine, bloodthirsty eyes gleaming with strange thrill. "Haven’t had fun like this in ages. Heads-up: if the loser chickens out, I’ll help—like chopping off their arm and tossing it in."

The chubby man nearly wet himself. But Jiang Xuehan nodded without hesitation. "Fine! My word is my bond!"

Brother Qiang’s gaze sharpened with interest. "Calling yourself a gentleman? Bold little sister. I’m growing fond of you. Fair game—I won’t break my word if you win."

Li Xinglan glanced at Jiang Xuehan, silent. Her hand slipped quietly into her small bag.

Soon, a unique game began.