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Today's classes have ended, and the windows of the teaching building are bathed in a reddish glow. The wind blows through the end of the corridor, carrying away the lingering noise from the classrooms.

"Let's go home together, I have plans to play ball with someone later."

"Come on, I'm busy today. I made an appointment online to go get my mom."

"What the hell are you laughing at? You're laughing at the gay guy."

"I'm gay, let's go play ball together, you can call me mom if you want."

"Get out!"

The students in the class chattered and left the classroom in groups of three or five, while the boy with the middle parting sitting in the corner quietly packed up his textbooks and then tidied his bangs.

Just then, his phone screen lit up. Hua Ting glanced at the message; it was from his mother.

Mother: Tingting, that sports car you mentioned, can we wait a few years before buying it? It's too expensive, and our family can't afford it.

Mother: Your father and I have discussed it. We still have to pay off the mortgage at home, and the house in our hometown is under construction, so we'll buy you a second-hand one first.

Hua Ting frowned, tapping her fingers on the screen: "All my classmates have luxury cars, I want one too! I want one! Do you want to exclude me from your social circle? Are you trying to ruin my life?"

Mother: Don't we have a BMW at home? I think it's a very good car.

Huating: What kind of crappy model is that? You guys figure something out! What's the point of raising a child if you can't afford to?

Mother: Don't be angry, let me think of a way...

After turning off her phone screen, Hua Ting felt incredibly unlucky to be born into such a poor family, unable to afford anything she wanted, and constantly looked down upon by her classmates.

Huating casually opened the large group chat for Yinshan College, where students were discussing things like game gacha pulls and today's cafeteria food.

Occasionally, a pretty girl's profile picture would appear, prompting a group of people to call out "Mom!"

"Ha... vulgar taste." He scoffed, then opened the photo album and tossed in a carefully edited picture of a Porsche steering wheel.

The messages in the group chat were still scrolling, and soon they drowned out Huating's messages.

Hua Ting paused for a moment, and seeing that no one was responding to him, he pressed the voice button himself, deliberately lowering his voice to make bubble sounds, "Sorry, I sent it to the wrong group. I thought it was the school's Porsche car owners group."

After speaking, he remained silent for a few seconds before retracting the photo he had just posted.

After doing all this, Huating glanced at the group chat and found that no one was speaking anymore.

Clearly, this kind of dimensional reduction attack is beyond the comprehension of these losers.

"...Hmph." Hua Ting's face showed a smug look.

Huating was in a good mood today because Luo Xiaoke invited him to the rooftop to chat in the afternoon, which made Huating feel that his life was finally about to reach a turning point.

Hua Ting felt that Luo Xiaoke wouldn't hold a grudge about Yang Shou'er's matter; on the contrary, he had gained Luo Xiaoke's attention because he had praised her.

[Huating, could you come to the rooftop after school this afternoon? The girl's smiling face was still etched in Huating's mind.]

Hua Ting knew that Luo Xiaoke's family was very wealthy, and if he were to be with her, he could definitely use her resources to rise to the top.

Only then will my parents realize what it means to have a narrow perspective, which is why they simply cannot understand my past actions.

A network is a resource.

Putting on his Bluetooth headphones and waving his brand-new orange phone, Huating opened his playlist, which was filled with foreign language songs. Although he couldn't understand the lyrics, the rhythm still captivated him.

He carried a bag on his back and held a thick stack of French dictionaries that he himself couldn't understand. He walked towards the rooftop with what he considered to be elegant steps.

One step, two steps.

Is Luo Xiaoke going to confess her feelings to me?

Hua Ting thought about it and it seemed to be a real possibility. A private meeting on the rooftop—wasn't that the perfect scene for a confession?

After all, he often showed concern for Luo Xiaoke, and it was clear that he had won her heart on one occasion.

Finally, Huating arrived at the rooftop.

He first cleared his throat, brushed his bangs aside, and then very elegantly knocked on the rooftop door.

Three knocks, no more, no less, but the rooftop door was metal, making the knocks sound particularly loud in the empty and quiet environment.

After doing all this, Huating pushed open the rooftop door.

The wind was strong on the empty rooftop, and the reddened sunlight shone all around—in the distance, a long-haired girl stood with her back to him. Perhaps noticing the sound, she turned around.

"Hua Ting, you've arrived."

Huating strode over, deliberately showing the name of the French encyclopedia in his hand, and said, "Sorry, I just declined the French tutor's arrangement at home. You Nong is just... well, hehe, so I was a little late. I didn't have to wait long, did I?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Xiaoke simply smiled and said, "It's alright, after all, I'm the one who invited you to the rooftop."

With her hands behind her back, still looking that adorable girl, she said, "Hua Ting, do you know why I called you over?"

When Hua Ting saw the other person's smiling face, he understood.

Just as I thought, just as I suspected.

Is this a confession from a rich, beautiful, and successful woman?

Hua Ting suppressed his inner elation, then coughed softly. He suddenly raised his head, pressing down his bangs that were being blown about by the evening breeze.

"The wind is really noisy today, Xiao Ke. I know how you feel."

Luo Xiaoke paused for a moment, seemingly a little surprised. "Really? Huating knows?"

"I know, of course I know..." Hua Ting said, "You Nong, although I usually hang out with Marcus, I understand girls very well, and I'm also very good at taking care of them."

"So..." Hua Ting looked at Luo Xiaoke, "I'm willing."

"Really? You're willing?" Luo Xiaoke asked in surprise.

"Yes, I can, I'd be happy to accept." Hua Ting smiled elegantly.

"That's great! When are you going to withdraw from school?"

Hua Ting immediately said, "We can... what? Drop out of school right now?"

Dusk, a rooftop, a smiling girl. At this moment, Hua Ting hadn't quite heard what Luo Xiaoke had just said. "Um, were you just saying... French? You like French? Is that right?"

"No, didn't you receive any proper Chinese education when you were little?" Luo Xiaoke asked with a smile.

"Why do you talk like a bastard? I'm asking when you're dropping out of school."

Hua Ting took a step back instinctively. "No, no, no, this isn't funny, Xiao Ke. Why are you suddenly speaking so rudely?"

After saying that, he seemed to realize something, pointed to himself, and said, "Oh, I see. That was your joke, right? I like it... so you can confess to me normally now."

"Confess your feelings?" Luo Xiaoke tilted her head.

"right."

"Huh?" Luo Xiaoke's smile gradually faded, as if she had encountered something disgusting.

"What are you talking about, you idiot?"

Hua Ting was stunned for a moment. Before he could finish speaking, a heavy sound came from his lower abdomen, and an indescribable pain began to spread throughout his body.