On the football field, in a far corner, Xie Ping, Li Qingqing, Zhang Ruoxue, and the other onlookers had been listening to Li Yuan’s melodious, profound, and sorrowful song. They were immersed in a sense of inexplicable regret, some even secretly shedding tears, when suddenly...

The scene that unfolded before them was stunning, instantly shattering the sorrowful atmosphere.

Li Qingqing’s eyes widened as she watched Jiang Zhiyu initiate a kiss with Li Yuan, and she couldn’t help but curse under her breath.

"What the hell is going on? Why did Zhiyu suddenly kiss Li Yuan?"

Zhang Ruoxue rubbed her wrist, which was sore and numb from holding the digital camera, and replied with equal confusion, "I have no clue. Is Zhiyu going for a farewell kiss or something?"

"Hold on, my eyes are playing tricks on me. Let me get a better look."

Xie Ping rubbed her eyes, confirming that she wasn’t mistaken.

It was indeed Jiang Zhiyu who had taken the initiative, embracing Li Yuan and offering him a sweet kiss. Li Yuan responded with equal passion, holding her in a side embrace. He was half-reclined, creating a pose where she was on top of him.

This kind of pose was all too common on the football field, a signature move for couples. It offered good privacy while making the girl feel dainty and cherished—a very nice experience.

Xie Ping muttered, "Is it possible that Zhiyu and Li Yuan have rekindled their old flame?"

"How could it happen so quickly?" Li Qingqing asked incredulously. "Just because of this one song? Zhiyu forgave him just like that?"

Xie Ping shook her head speechlessly, utterly confused. This song’s rhythm and emotion are incredibly moving. It fills your heart with regret and makes you cry before you even realize it. Perhaps Zhiyu was moved so deeply that she had an uncontrollable emotional outburst, leading her to kiss Li Yuan.

Zhang Ruoxue glanced at the other onlookers, noticing them all snapping photos with their phones, strange smiles on their faces. She couldn’t help but tease, "I guarantee that in a few minutes, our school forum will be flooded with posts about Zhiyu and Li Yuan’s passionate kiss on the field."

Xie Ping chuckled in amusement. "Of course. Zhiyu and Li Yuan are hot topics right now, like celebrities drawing a crowd wherever they go."

"If those two debuted in the entertainment industry as a duo, they could seriously become the next generation’s pop king and queen!"

Zhang Ruoxue pursed her lips, trying to hide a smile. "Haha, that’s entirely possible. If that last song were properly recorded in a studio, it would be a massive hit."

"And that unique intro is so heartbreaking. It’s strange how it stirs up your emotions. I even feel a bit of regret for the high school romance I missed out on..."

Xie Ping nodded in firm agreement and sighed. "Ah, I suddenly get why Zhiyu is so deeply in love with Li Yuan. He’s incredibly talented. I feel like he’s on the same level as Jay Chou and Lin Junjie..."

"And most importantly, that Li Scumbag is tall, handsome, and has a great physique. Zhiyu was a complete novice when it came to love, and Li Yuan is so good with his sweet talk. It’s only natural that she’d get swept up in a whirlwind romance with him."

"Hee hee, since they’ve kissed in public, shouldn’t we hope that Li Yuan can convince Zhiyu to stay in the country? She could just move to another city; she doesn’t have to go abroad..."

Zhang Ruoxue shook her head. "Let’s just wait and see what happens. I think they’re going to be kissing for a while longer."

"Tsk, tsk. I came here today expecting some drama, but instead, I just got a face full of their public displays of affection. They’re really out to torture us single people..."

Li Qingqing burst out laughing and shot Zhang Ruoxue a playful look. "There are more guys at our school chasing you than you can count on two hands. If you want to experience a sweet romance, you could just pick one you find attractive and give it a try."

Zhang Ruoxue pouted and muttered, "They’re a bunch of weirdos and rejects. I’d rather stay single than settle for any of them."

"The guy I’m looking for doesn’t have to be as outstanding as Li Scumbag—I couldn’t handle someone like that anyway. But at the very least, he has to be tall. I’m 168 cm, so if a guy isn’t over 180 cm, I won’t even consider him..."

Xie Ping giggled. "Hee hee, we all know your principle for choosing a boyfriend, right? The ’triple 180s’..."

Zhang Ruoxue’s cheeks flushed red, but she replied defiantly, "I worked my butt off to get into Ji University. What’s wrong with having high standards? This is for my future happiness."

Xie Ping just smiled without another word. The ’triple 180s’ weren’t just Ruoxue’s standards; they were the ideal for most girls.

"Ruoxue, Qingqing, do you think Li Yuan’s... you know... is 180?" Xie Ping asked shyly in a small voice.

Zhang Ruoxue froze, asking instinctively, "His *what*?"

Xie Ping blushed and lowered her voice even more. "What else could I be talking about? *That*, of course!"

Li Qingqing stifled a laugh. "Well, we know his height and his apartment are both 180. What else could she be talking about, Ruoxue?"

Zhang Ruoxue’s mind instantly connected the dots, and she scoffed inwardly. That’s not a given. Just because he’s tall doesn’t mean *everything* else is long...

...

On the football field, bathed in the gentle sunlight, Li Yuan and Jiang Zhiyu were lost in the sensation of each other’s warmth.

When his large hand roamed upward to tease her snow-white twin peaks, Jiang Zhiyu let out a soft whimper. Her body trembled slightly, and in a shy, flustered panic, she broke free from Li Yuan’s embrace, snapping out of her intoxicated daze.