Rebirth 08: My Online Love Wife is a Cold and Aloof School Beauty

The group chat has ended.

The three of them lay back down on their beds, and the dormitory fell silent again.

Because in their hearts, they all understood one thing, but none of them said it aloud.

Su Qianqian's family is really rich.

On the day she reported for duty, Zhao Lin saw with her own eyes that there was an expensive watch in her bag.

Liu Wen secretly checked the prices of the bottles and jars in her cabinet, and each bottle was indeed enough to cover their living expenses for several months.

The things they had worked so hard to get:

A pretty face, a well-proportioned figure, and a privileged family background...

But Su Qianqian was born with it.

Yet she remained so indifferent, as if she didn't care at all about the things that others dreamed of.

Therefore, Liu Wen and Zhao Lin were naturally very dissatisfied.

Since they can't get up there, let's pull Su Qianqian down.

I'll only feel at peace when I'm pulled to the same position as them.

That is why the three of them tacitly agreed on this matter.

……

When Lin Bei returned to the dormitory, he found Zhang Wei and Wang Yuan arguing fiercely.

Zhang Wei sat on the upper bunk, his legs dangling down and swinging back and forth, holding a pillow in his hand, waving it around as a debate prop.

Wang Yuan sat on his bed, his glasses pushed up to his head, with a comic book open in front of him.

But he wasn't even looking at it; he was tilting his head back and arguing with Zhang Wei.

Wang Yuan pulled his glasses down from his head and put them on, saying, "Little Xun is obviously prettier, isn't she!"

"Twin ponytails, JK skirt, white stockings, and two cute little tiger teeth when she smiles—she's practically a goddess straight out of a manga."

"In my eighteen years of life, this is the first time I've ever seen someone in real life who looks exactly like an anime character!"

Zhang Wei slammed his pillow against the railing and retorted in an academic tone, "That's just a two-dimensional filter."

"Song Qingning has long legs, good proportions, and attractive features. Moreover, she grew up with President Lin and knows him very well."

"Do you even understand this kind of childhood sweetheart bond, you deadbeat otaku?"

"Moreover, in anime, the childhood friend loses to the newcomer, but that's just for the plot. In reality, the childhood friend would definitely win."

"A sure win, my foot!" Wang Yuan retorted, unconvinced. "Can ties feed you?"

"When Xiao Xun called out 'Brother Lin Bei,' it melted my heart... Can you honestly say that President Lin wasn't moved?"

Zhang Wei scoffed, "You're smitten just because someone calls you 'brother'?"

"What was that kick Song Qingning gave President Lin in the shin last time called?"

"That's called flirting. Have you ever been in a relationship?"

"You said you'd dated someone even though I haven't?" Wang Yuan retorted. "You can't even remember all the girls in our class's names!"

Zhang Wei: "I remember her surname was Li."

Wang Yuan covered his mouth and chuckled, "You said your surname was Zhang last time!"

When Lin Bei pushed the door open and came in.

Zhang Wei was holding up a pillow, making a throwing motion.

Wang Yuan had already rolled up the comic book into a tube to use as a shield.

He glanced at the two of them, then turned to Bai Yawen, who was leaning against the headboard playing on his phone, and asked, "What are these two arguing about?"

Bai Yawen didn't even look up, his thumb flying across the screen as he calmly said, "I'm betting on who you'll end up with in the future."

Wang Yuan bet on Wu Xiaoxun because she looks like an anime character and is his goddess.

Zhang Wei bet on Song Qingning, arguing that they are childhood sweethearts with a deep bond, she has long legs, a large bust, and good proportions.

"Boring." Lin Bei draped a towel over the bed frame, climbed up the bed ladder, and went up to the upper bunk.

He had just lain down and pulled the blanket up to his chest when Zhang Wei leaned halfway out from the opposite bed, still holding a pillow in his hand, and shouted at him:

"Mr. Lin, your reply is just in time!"

"You be the judge... Wu Xiaoxun or Song Qingning, who do you choose?"

Lin Bei closed his eyes and ignored him.

Bai Yawen put down his phone, shifted to a more comfortable position against the headboard, and began to speak slowly and deliberately:

"You two have absolutely no idea what men are thinking."

"In my opinion, our CEO Lin already has the answer in his heart."

"It's just that you won't guess the answer."

Zhang Wei immediately turned his attention to Bai Yawen: "Then tell me quickly, who is the answer?"

"We're childhood sweethearts, aren't we? I knew it..."

"Wait, you just said we couldn't guess, so it can't be a childhood friend... Could it be an anime goddess?"

Wang Yuan put down his comic book, adjusted his glasses, and looked at Bai Yawen seriously: "Yeah, Xiao Bai, tell me the answer quickly!"

Bai Yawen waited two seconds, until both of their attention was focused on him, before slowly uttering a few words.

"Only children make choices."

"Adults naturally want it all!"

The dormitory suddenly fell silent.

Lin Bei, who was lying in bed, suddenly opened his eyes, stretched his right hand out from under the covers, and gave Bai Yawen a thumbs up.

Great minds think alike.

"What?!" Zhang Wei threw a pillow on the bed, pointed at Lin Beichong and Bai Yawen, and shouted, "President Lin, do you still want to be a scumbag?"

"We already have a player in our dorm... Don't laugh, Mr. Bai, I'm talking about you."

"If CEO Lin also becomes a player, won't our dorm turn into a seafood market?"

Wang Yuan remained silent for a moment, then looked Lin Bei up and down with the same rigorous attitude one would use to examine data in an academic paper.

Then, he nodded seriously: "Indeed."

"With Mr. Lin's looks and physique, and the money that his Taobao store makes in a month, it's more than our living expenses for four years combined."

"If he were to become Aquaman, his physical attributes would certainly be sufficient."

Zhang Wei pulled the blanket over his head and mumbled from under the covers, "Forget it, there's nothing to say to you handsome men."

"I'll just go play my World of Warcraft instead."

"I'm not going to date anymore... I'm heartbroken."

He rolled over, pulled his laptop out from under his pillow, and turned it on. The fan whirred, and the blue light from the screen shone on his aggrieved face.

Lin Bei didn't say anything more.

He pulled the blanket up to cover his shoulders, turned over, and closed his eyes.

Zhang Wei's Warcraft login music drifted up from the lower bunk, its melody melodious yet melancholic.

……

Two days.

They slipped away quickly amidst the whistles of military training and the clatter of marching steps.

On the last afternoon of military training, instead of the usual standing at attention and running, there was a performance.

All the freshmen began to walk the runway according to the prescribed rankings.

When the Marketing Class 2 formation passed the podium, Zhang Wei's trouser legs finally stopped sliding down.

Last night he bought a new pair of camouflage pants on the street, with the waist altered.

Wang Yuan's slogans were so loud they startled the girls in the adjacent formation.

Lin Bei stood in the middle of the group, his steps were neat, and his expression was serious.

He walked the entire route like a true soldier.

The completion of this marching formation signifies the complete end of their military training!