Oh no! I've only been a freshman and I've already been targeted by a mean upperclassman.

Saturday afternoon.

The central lawn of Linjiang University was bustling with people and incredibly lively.

The annual campus lawn music festival has arrived as scheduled.

The young band unleashed their hormones on a makeshift stage.

The sound waves, mixed with the shouts of youth, surged through the air.

On the lawn, groups of students spread out picnic mats, drank beer, and enjoyed this rare moment of tranquility.

And in the very center of the entire lawn, at the best vantage point.

A huge "camp," with a style that was clearly out of place with its surroundings, attracted everyone's attention.

It was a top-quality cashmere picnic mat, over twenty square meters in size.

The mat was covered with all sorts of expensive snacks and drinks.

There was even a small, plugged-in portable refrigerator.

The refrigerator contained chilled champagne and craft beer.

The owner of the camp is naturally Zhao Zixuan, the "money-grubber" of dormitory 302.

"Come on in, make yourselves at home!"

Zhao Zixuan, dressed in trendy clothes and wearing sunglasses, looked like a spoiled young master organizing a party, and greeted everyone enthusiastically.

Wang Qiang had already taken off his shoes and was lying sprawled on the soft mat, stuffing potato chips into his mouth.

"Damn, Zixuan, this mattress is more comfortable than my bed."

Chen Mo, holding a can of iced cola, adjusted his glasses and calmly analyzed the situation.

"According to my calculations, the material of this mat should be Australian Merino lamb wool, which has a market price of around five figures."

"Holy crap, is this for real?" Wang Qiang sprang up and sat up, his eyes widening as he looked at the cushion beneath him.

Li Chen sat to the side, smiling and shaking his head.

He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans today, looking sunny and refreshing.

His gaze passed over the crowd and landed at the entrance to the lawn.

He is waiting.

"Stop looking, godfather." Wang Qiang nudged him with his elbow. "Your senior sister won't be here anytime soon."

"He's the student council president and the person in charge of the music festival. He must be incredibly busy right now."

The voice just fell.

A cold, yet penetrating voice rang out from behind them.

"Who said I wasn't here?"

The three people in room 302 froze simultaneously.

They slowly turned their heads.

Suddenly, Yan Xi appeared behind them.

She was dressed very differently today.

A short black leather jacket with metal chain embellishments.

A pair of high-waisted, ripped jeans accentuated her straight, long legs.

On his feet were a pair of black Doc Martens.

Her usually aloof face was now adorned with a slightly smoky, cool and edgy makeup look.

She was like a rock queen descended to earth, exuding an aura of power.

Standing beside her was Leng Qingge, who was also dressed up meticulously.

Hey guys.

Leng Qingge smiled and waved to them.

"Hello, sister-in-law!" Wang Qiang was the first to react, stammering as he greeted her.

Zhao Zixuan and Chen Mo also quickly stood up.

"Hello, senior."

Yan Xi ignored them.

Her gaze fell directly on Li Chen.

Then, she took long strides and walked over.

Amidst the somewhat astonished gazes of everyone, including Li Chen.

She naturally plopped down next to Li Chen.

They were located very close to each other.

So close that Li Chen could clearly smell her unique scent, a blend of leather and fir fragrance.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Xi glanced at him. "Never seen this before?"

Li Chen smiled.

"I've seen her before," he whispered in her ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear, "but I've never seen anyone this beautiful."

Yan Xi's ears quickly blushed to a thin layer of red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Without making a sound, she picked up a can of beer and pulled the tab.

"Drink yours." She shoved the beer into Li Chen's hand.

Leng Qingge, who was standing to the side, smiled like an aunt as she watched this scene.

She walked up to Zhao Zixuan and, without any hesitation, picked up a bottle of champagne.

"Handsome, do you mind if I open a bottle?"

"Not at all, not at all!"

Zhao Zixuan was flattered and said, "Senior Qingge, please make yourself at home!"

Soon, the students from the two dormitories became fast friends.

Wang Qiang and Zhao Zixuan fawned over Leng Qingge.

Chen Mo sat alone in the corner, silently observing everyone's interactions, seemingly constructing some strange social model.

Li Chen and Yan Xi, on the other hand, seemed to be in a separate, isolated environment.

Yan Xi leaned against a soft cushion, closed her eyes, and listened to music in the distance.

She seemed to be a little tired from being busy for the past few days.

Li Chen sat down next to her quietly, peeling various nuts for her.

Then, put the peeled nuts into a small plate.

The sunlight is just right.

A gentle breeze, not dry.

The music is beautiful.

The person you love is right beside you.

Li Chen felt that this was probably the most beautiful afternoon he could imagine.

However, this blissful period did not last long.

An uninvited guest shattered the tranquility.

"Excuse me, are you Senior Yan Xi?"

A gentle, magnetic male voice rang out.

Li Chen raised his head.

A boy wearing a white shirt and holding a wooden guitar was standing in front of their "camp".

The boy was very tall and handsome.

It's a kind of handsomeness, completely different from Li Chen's, with a melancholic air.

His gaze swept past everyone else and landed directly on Yan Xi.

That gaze was focused, and filled with undisguised, burning adoration.

Li Chen's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He sensed a kind of keen radar, a kind of connection between kindred spirits.

This guy doesn't seem to have any good intentions.

Yan Xi slowly opened her eyes.

She looked at the unfamiliar boy in front of her, her eyes showing a hint of displeasure at being disturbed.

"What's up?"

"Hello, senior, my name is Song Zhe." The boy gave a gentle smile. "I'm a freshman in the music department."

"I don't know you." Yan Xi's answer was simple and indifferent.

Song Zhe didn't seem to care about her coldness.

"It's okay, we've met now." He adjusted his guitar. "Senior, I've been watching you for a long time."

"From the moment you spoke as a student representative at the opening ceremony."

"I feel that you are like the moon in the sky, cool and noble, illuminating my whole world."

This incredibly cheesy declaration of love caused the surrounding air to freeze instantly.

The potato chip in Wang Qiang's mouth fell to the ground.

Zhao Zixuan's sunglasses slipped down to the tip of his nose.

Chen Mo's analytical model has probably crashed.

Leng Qingge, on the other hand, had an excited expression that said, "This is going to be a good show."

Li Chen's expression remained unchanged.

He simply put down the pistachio he was holding.

Then, he slowly wiped his hands.

He looked at the boy named Song Zhe as if he were watching a clown jumping around.

Song Zhe's gaze remained fixed on Yan Xi with fascination.

He completely ignored Li Chen, who was sitting next to Yan Xi.

It was as if he didn't exist at all.

"Senior, I know I'm being abrupt." Song Zhe took a deep breath, as if he had mustered up a great deal of courage.

"But if I don't say these things now, I'm afraid I'll regret it for the rest of my life."

"I like you."

I want to sing a song for you.

As he spoke, without waiting for Yan-Xi's reply, he began strumming the guitar.

A crisp and melodious prelude began to play.

A number of people had already been drawn over by the commotion and gathered around.

A grand, public, and self-important romantic confession is about to unfold.