Chapter 746 - 765: He Wants to Ask if Qiuqiu Is Single
Chapter 746: Chapter 765: He Wants to Ask if Qiuqiu Is Single
[Any experts here? Come analyze this, which of the 2v2 teams has a better chance of winning?]
[Hard to say. Juju’s skill level is a bit higher, but the streamer is a little weaker. The other two have very balanced skill levels, and their teamwork is great. Teamwork is a huge plus in team matches.]
[This might turn into a battle of attrition. From what I know, everyone in this dorm has insane stamina.]
[Such badass girls!]
The "fan filter" and idol halo had the Ju people watching the mecha battle with great enthusiasm.
Of course, what was even more exciting was the sweet story a classmate was sharing in the bullet comments.
[Wait, @Wang Qiuyu, take a look. Who’s that guy on the right side of the video, standing motionless in the corner and just staring over here?]
[What guy? Let me see.]
[Holy crap, it’s Huo Jia!]
[!]
[He’s actually not training! Only these four girls should be in this corner, right? Is he watching them?]
The two of them seemed so shocked that someone else asked: [Who’s Huo Jia? Is it weird for him to watch the streamer and her friends train? The streamer and her dorm mates look amazing, so maybe he’s just learning from them.]
[Uh, he’s definitely not just learning!]
These two gossipy classmates from Class A1 proceeded to give everyone in the chat the rundown on Huo Jia.
1. First in his class, first in his year, first among the freshmen. He’s the chosen one of Federation University’s Mecha Department.
2. A total training maniac. His mind is filled with nothing but training. Ever since the semester started, whenever you see him, he’s either training or on his way to train. He’s like a workhorse in class and never takes a break, even during his downtime.
3. He’s been standing there for over half an hour without even shifting his position. In conclusion, there’s reason to believe he’s watching someone specific.
Since the two students weren’t VIPs, their comments in the chat were plain and easily drowned out.
So, to hear the prelude to what seemed like a poignant love story, the chat instantly cleared out by more than half, just to make the two students’ comments stand out.
As expected, the essence of humanity is gossip.
[Whoa! So he really is watching someone?]
[That silhouette in the corner actually looks kind of handsome.]
[Who’s he watching? The streamer? Or Tingting, or Meng Chun?]
The fans in the chat seemed to have excluded Jiang Qiuqiu by default.
The classmates were confused: [Why couldn’t he be watching Juju?]
[Yeah, it’s probably not the streamer. She’s not in our class, so they don’t interact much. I don’t think Mr. Huo knows her well.]
[...But it would be weird if he was watching Juju.]
[?]
The classmates replied: [But the most likely person he’s watching is Jiang Qiuqiu.]
[?????]
A fancy VIP comment flew across the screen. [Is there a story here?]
It wasn’t much of a story, but the classmate posted another wave of comments. This time, the screen was even clearer than before.
[Well, Huo Jia probably only knows Jiang Qiuqiu.]
[Right after the semester started, an upperclassman saw the two of them training together in this room.]
[And then for a while, there were some minor rumors going around the men’s dorms, and Mr. Huo spoke up for her.]
[But you can’t really read anything special into it. It just means he probably only knows Juju.]
Mo Si hurriedly sent a message to Qiuqiu on his terminal: ’I’m back. I have time today.’ When she didn’t reply, he couldn’t resist logging into his sweetheart’s fan community to see what Juju had been up to recently.
As soon as he entered, he was met with a constant stream of posts popping up, saying that Qiuqiu had just appeared in a certain streamer’s room in the mecha section.
Mo Si paused, then quickly followed the crowd into the livestream.
And the moment he entered, he was greeted by this long string of flying bullet comments.
[It just means he probably only knows Juju.]
’That guy... only knows... Juju?’
His expression instantly darkened.
Fatigue had been weighing on his mind for so long without causing any real discomfort, but in this moment, he suddenly felt a bit wronged.
...
’She’s in someone else’s livestream, and she’s not replying to my messages.’
Of course, Mo Si knew that such a thought was unacceptable.
However, this small sense of grievance was quickly washed away.
Because of the bullet comments—
[? I don’t think so]
[It can’t be Juju. Even if it is, I’m guessing it’s just this young genius having a one-sided crush.]
The classmates: [How are you so sure?]
[...Yeah, because Juju has a boyfriend.]
[Yep, and they’re super lovey-dovey.]
[They drop subtle hints of affection. Their relationship is really good.]
[Ohhh, so that’s how it is. But it’s still possible he’s watching Juju... Uh, we never knew she had a boyfriend since we’ve never seen him around.]
My goddess actually has a boyfriend, noooo, my heart breaks!
When Mo Si saw that sentence, his heart clenched.
Amidst the crowd’s chatter, the 2v2 match was nearing its end. Liu Tingting and Meng Chun’s teamwork grew tighter, their attacks coming like a sudden storm. Jiang Qiuqiu had the will to counter, but Michelle couldn’t dodge in time and was hit, losing her ability to fight.
Jiang Qiuqiu’s side lost.
Michelle lost badly.
If she had lost this badly when she first arrived at the university, Michelle’s heart would have probably shattered. But now? After getting used to it, she felt much better.
’It’s just a loss, right?’
’If you lose enough times, you’re bound to win eventually.’
Once the match was decided, the four of them climbed out of their mechas.
It was autumn, and everyone was wearing long sleeves. After the intense exercise, they were covered in a light sheen of sweat. The four of them began to review the match, identifying their individual mistakes and vowing not to repeat them next time.
Their discussion reached a fever pitch, and so did the bullet comments, because—
Huo Jia moved.
The stone statue standing in the top-right corner slowly began to move, getting closer and closer!
He didn’t seem to realize they were live.
He appeared behind the four girls. Michelle saw him first, and then all four of them turned to look at him. The camera zoomed in. Huo Jia was, indeed, very handsome.
A resolute, wholesome kind of handsome.
He called out Jiang Qiuqiu’s name. "Sorry to bother you, Jiang Qiuqiu. Do you have a moment?"
"?"
"Huh? What is it?"
Huo Jia didn’t say what it was. He opened his mouth, then inexplicably closed it again. He opened it, then closed it once more. He looked extremely conflicted, and his gaze was intense.
What could make this tall young man’s eyes burn with such passion, his words become so tangled? It was like an unsolvable knot, like a fine spring mist. Huo Jia said nothing, yet he seemed to have said everything.
Of course, Jiang Qiuqiu was completely oblivious to these romantic pink bubbles.
Because in their countless training sessions before, Huo Jia’s fists had been too hard, hammering down on the ground and on her with iron-blooded force. As a result, every time Jiang Qiuqiu saw him, only one word came to mind: Training.
"Huo Jia, is something wrong? What is it?"
"I..." There were too many people. Huo Jia couldn’t bring himself to say it. He asked Jiang Qiuqiu if she could step over to a more secluded corner with him.
They were classmates, and he looked like he had something difficult to say. Jiang Qiuqiu thought for a moment and agreed.
Liu Tingting watched Huo Jia’s retreating back, a thoughtful expression on her face.
After they had walked some distance away, Huo Jia looked at Jiang Qiuqiu, slowly mustering up the courage to ask the question: ’Are you single right now?’
’After all, your boyfriend hasn’t shown up in so long.’
But before he could get the words out, Jiang Qiuqiu’s terminal beeped. She said, "Just a second," and raised her wrist to look at it.
In that instant, Huo Jia saw a radiant smile blossom on Jiang Qiuqiu’s face.
"What took you so long to message me?"
Huo Jia stared, stunned, at a Jiang Qiuqiu who was completely different from her usual self.
The question that had been on the tip of his tongue, it seemed, no longer needed to be asked.