He slept with his sister's best friend, who turned out to be a top-tier succubus school beauty.

Sunlight streamed onto the boy on the sofa, casting a beautiful golden glow on his figure.

It makes an already good-looking boy even more good-looking.

A simple, loose white T-shirt, slightly parted lipstick, red lips and white teeth, delicate features.

She carries a subtle sense of fragility, which evokes pity, yet she doesn't appear naive.

In her beautiful peach blossom eyes.

It hides a pure and innocent heart, untouched by the ways of the world.

A feeling of excitement, unlike anything she had ever experienced before, welled up in Nangong You's heart.

She had seen all sorts of boys, but she had never seen such an innocent and pure young man.

"I'll go with you," Lu Jinyu said.

Looking at him like this, Nangong You didn't even have the thought of refusing.

"Okay, let's go."

"Um."

The two walked outside together.

Nangong You turned her head and glanced discreetly at the boy who was a head taller than her walking beside her.

She has a slender and upright figure, and looks extremely beautiful.

Do you have a girlfriend?

Nangong You asked a question subconsciously.

Although they have just graduated from high school, there are still quite a few high school students secretly dating these days.

There are even more cases that cross the line than simple romantic relationships!

"...No." Lu Jinyu shook her head.

Nangong You's lips unconsciously curled up slightly, a very slight and small arc, which she herself did not even notice.

With his looks, plus that fragile, heartbreaking aura about him...

"Then you must have a lot of people who like you, right?" she asked casually.

"……No."

Lu Jinyu shook her head again, gave a bitter smile, "I thought there was one before yesterday, but I didn't expect..."

Gossiping is human nature, and she suddenly became interested.

"Tell me more about it."

"Senior Sister Nangong..." Lu Jinyu pursed her lips, her voice lowered, carrying an embarrassment rarely seen in a young man.

Why are you so gossipy?

"I called her 'good sister' last night."

Nangong You's voice was also soft, "Now that you're out of bed, call me Senior Nangong."

Lu Jinyu blushed. She had drunk too much last night and seemed to have been forced to call her "sister."

But it seems like no one called out "hello sister"... right?

"Fine, don't tell me then."

For some reason, Lu Jinyu suddenly felt like speaking.

There's so much more I want to say.

"I don't actually have many friends."

"My mother passed away when I was 5 years old, and I have rarely spoken since then."

Nangong You listened quietly, her pace unconsciously slowing down as she walked slowly alongside him.

"When she was 8 years old, Aunt Wen—Wen Keke's mother, Wen Qingqing—brought her to my home."

"Yes, I've heard your sister mention it," Nangong You said.

"Actually, I don't usually call her 'sister,' and we hardly ever talk at home."

"You...dislike her a lot?"

Nangong You glanced at the boy; it seemed that it was difficult for a family like this to be happy and harmonious.

"No, that's not it."

Lu Jinyu gently shook her head.

"Actually, I didn't like them at first, but later I found out that they were very nice to me."

"Aunt Wen always speaks softly and manages this house very well. I have no reason to dislike her."

Aunt Wen even remembered his tastes, remembering everything he liked and disliked.

He spoke very calmly.

It's like talking about something extremely ordinary.

But Nangong You noticed that when he spoke, the thin layer of coldness in his eyes seemed to melt a little.

"Wen Keke is even more careful and kind to me. When the family buys fruit and snacks, she never dares to eat first; she always waits for me to eat first."

A hint of warmth crept into Lu Jinyu's voice.

"Once I said I liked lime-flavored potato chips, and ever since then, all the potato chips in our house have been lime-flavored, and she hasn't touched a single bag."

Wen Keke always had that timid look, afraid of making mistakes, and Lu Jinyu had almost never seen her smile.

Until that day, when Lu Jinyu put a lot of potato chips in her room, she looked at Lu Jinyu and smiled, her eyes red with tears.

Lu Jinyu looked at her and smiled.

Then she cried, laughing as she cried.

There are many similar cases.

He understands all too well what it feels like to be dependent on others.

Although this was his home, ever since Wen Keke and her mother came, he suddenly felt like he was living under someone else's roof.

Be careful.

They were afraid of making a mistake.

In particular, he had a classmate who was also in a blended family and had a stepmother who treated his classmate very badly.

They won't give you the money, and they often verbally abuse you!

Fortunately, Aunt Wen was very kind to him.

"I remember Coco saying that once a classmate bullied her, and you even stood up for her."

Nangong You and Wen Keke were high school classmates.

She remembered that it was because a boy in her class liked Wen Keke, but Wen Keke rejected him.

They slandered Wen Keke.

"Um."

At that time, he confronted the boy, forced him to apologize, and told him to stay away from Wen Keke in the future.

Otherwise, I'll beat him up every time I see him.

"My dad and I have nothing to say to each other anymore. Once, when I asked him for money, he kept asking me what I needed the money for."

Lu Jinyu's voice faded, "After that, I stopped asking him for it."

"Then where did you get the money?" Nangong You asked curiously.

"I had good grades, so I would let my classmates copy my homework for a few dollars. I earned more during winter and summer vacations, sometimes more than a hundred dollars per book."

"This is too tragic."

Nangong You muttered to herself, as someone who had so much money she couldn't possibly spend it all, she couldn't imagine that kind of life.

"It's alright."

Lu Jinyu smiled, a faint but genuine smile, "I can earn over a thousand yuan during a winter or summer vacation. Those who don't want to do their homework let me copy it."

"I also play games for others, like Honor of Kings and PUBG, earning ten or eight yuan a month, which adds up to quite a lot."

Nangong You's eyes lit up, and she glanced at him sideways: "What level?"

"2400 points at the King of Glory peak, an invincible god of war in PUBG."

"Holy crap, that's awesome?"

Lu Jinyu: ...

He glanced down at the girl with bright, sparkling eyes. Was this... still the top campus belle of Jiang University?

Is she the dream goddess of countless Jiangnan University students?

Although the language is rough but the reasoning is sound, this is just too rough!

Nangong You had already taken out her phone. "Take me to rank up sometime, I'll pay you."

"I'll scan your QR code."

Lu Jinyu: ...

Why does that sound like an insult?

But he still obediently took out his phone, a somewhat old domestically made phone.

"Senior Nangong, I won't take your money," Lu Jinyu said softly.

"Do you think I'd be short of your measly few coins?" Nangong You thought to herself, but didn't say it aloud.

The corners of her mouth just turned up slightly.

The two added each other as friends and then put their phones back.

"Go on," Nangong You said, pursing her lips and softening her voice unconsciously. "I'd really like to hear more."

Lu Jinyu nodded.

"When I was fifteen, I had 2550 points in the King of Glory peak competition, and that's when I had the idea of ​​going to play professionally."

"You definitely could go pro," Nangong You nodded, then asked curiously, "Then why didn't you go?"

"I want to go."

The light in Lu Jinyu's eyes seemed to dim, and her voice was soft and sour, "Senior, I really want to go."

The boy beside him suddenly fell silent, his eyes lowered. The sunlight was still falling on him, but he seemed to be shrouded in some kind of shadow.

The brokenness on her face intensified at that moment, making it all the more heartbreaking to see.

Nangong You felt as if her heart was being tightly gripped.

She subconsciously reached out and gently brushed away non-existent dust from his sleeve with her fingertips.

Her voice was softer and gentler than she had imagined:

"It's okay, it's all in the past."