Chapter 71: The Dance Teacher Said Your Waist Is Good
Fu Yue took a closer look. Tch.
So she was Ai Ke. Her features were clear and refined, and her gaze was sharp; she wasn’t the image of a fragile young lady at all.
“Fu Yue, take a seat.” She gestured toward Fu Yue generously.
At this table sat mostly second-generation heirs. To Ai Keās left sat Zhou Fengjun, and to her right sat Tang Yingying, looking all smiles and laughter.
Ai Ke would only enter the main plot in the very late stages of the original work as the “fiancĆ©e from heaven” who would cause massive trouble for the protagonist CP.
Fu Yue was very clear about her characterization.
She wasn’t the type of woman who would become a mere appendage to Ji Linyue.
When the marriage was being discussed with the Ji family, Ai Ke was already on the list for the rotating CEO position of the Ai Group. In a few more years, she would practically hold the power in her family.
Besides that, one could only say… her personality was a bit distinct, and her “hobbies” were a bit outrageous.
Fu Yue shuddered.
But the system had issued a warning, so he had to handle his relationship with her properly right now.
Otherwise, the main plot might explode on the spot!
The dinner began, and the atmosphere was more peaceful than expected.
The people at Fu Yueās table were all second-generation young masters and ladies.
Everyone raised their glasses, talking about careers and some harmless old newsāa scene of harmony.
Only Ai Keās best friend, Tang Yingying, would occasionally cast a look that seemed poisoned.
Halfway through the dinner, Fu Yue used the excuse of going to the restroom.
Just as he entered a stall, he heard footsteps outside.
“…He really has changed a lot.”
“A leopard can’t change its spots! Didn’t you see Qian Mingkai? The moment Fu Yue walked in just now, he was so scared he nearly dropped his glass.”
“Sigh, true. Back then, Mingkai was teased the most severely by him; heās probably traumatized…”
“Tell me about it. A refined scholar with glassesāhow could he withstand that kind of flirting…”
Fu Yue didn’t come out of the stall until the two had left.
When he returned to the room, the atmosphere had changed.
The monitor smiled mysteriously. “Everyone! Next is our game segment!”
Alarm bells rang in Fu Yueās heart.
“Letās play our classic from back thenāTruth or Dare!”
“Rules remain the same. Everyone draws a card. Whoever draws the Ghost Card must unconditionally execute the dare with the highest number of votes from the whole class!”
When the monitor spoke, his eyes behind his glasses pointedly flicked toward Fu Yue.
Fu Yue sneered in his heart.
If he used his toes to think, heād know that these cards had definitely been tampered with.
Sure enough, when the poker cards reached his hand, he drew that “Ghost Card” almost with his eyes closed.
“Oh! Itās Young Master Fu!”
“What great luck, Young Master Fu!”
The room erupted in a burst of schadenfreude and jeering.
The monitor cleared his throat, took out his phone, and announced, “Then, according to our anonymous vote just now, the question with an 80% vote rate isā”
He intentionally drew out the words, reading them one by one:
“Will Student Fu Yue please invite a male classmate you wanted to flirt with most but failed to get back then, and reenact your most classic pick-up line on the spot!”
The room instantly exploded into thunderous applause and whistling.
Fu Yue: ā…ā
What the hell? Classic pick-up line? What is that supposed to be?
He maintained the smile on his face, but his gaze immediately flew to the monitor.
Because at the moment the question was read, he keenly captured that the monitorās expression had stiffened for a split second, and the hand holding the phone even shook slightly.
Fu Yue understood instantly.
The male classmate the original owner had most wanted to flirt with but failed to get was the monitor himself.
What a moveā”injuring a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of your own.”
But the problem was, what was that classic pick-up line back then?
Fu Yueās gaze began to search the room for a rescue.
He first looked at Shen Junnian, sending a distress signal with his eyes.
Shen Junnian shook his head silently, returning a “powerless to help” look.
The meaning was likely: You didn’t want to flirt with me back then, so I don’t know.
Fu Yueās heart turned cold halfway, and he turned toward Zhou Fengjun.
Zhou Fengjun spread his hands.
The meaning was likely: Don’t look at me. You had so many catchphrases, how would I know which one?
Fu Yue could only helplessly shake his head at the monitor. “Itās been a while, I can’t really remember it.”
Not long after Fu Yueās voice fell, the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.
Fu Yue took it out surreptitiously. It was a message from that thick-browed, large-eyed Physical Education representative.
What? Why being so sneaky? Why use a phone? Can’t you just say it?
Fu Yue wanted to roast him in his heart.
He clicked on the message. After seeing the content, he nearly threw the phone on the spot.
On the screen were two lines of text, thoughtfully accompanied by stage directions:
“COS the sharp-tongued dance teacher, commenting on the physique.”
“First line: Your waist is good. (Wink). Second line: The ass is even better! (Whistle). Can decide whether to ‘slap’ or not based on the scene’s needs.”
Fu Yueās vision went dark.
This dance teacher… is some dark-themed talent show mentor?
Is this a class reunion or a ‘prank’ headquarters?
At this moment, the monitorās face already bore an expression as if he were preparing to be a martyr.
The whole room’s gaze was focused on Fu Yue, waiting to watch the show.
Fu Yue sighed and suppressed the shock he had just felt.
Following that, he stood up holding a glass of wine, his gaze sweeping across the room. He began to step forward.
The monitor simply closed his eyes.
However, Fu Yue didn’t walk toward the monitor.
Step by step.
He walked toward Qian Mingkai, who was trying his best to reduce his presence.
“Qian Mingkai, long time no see.”
Fu Yue stopped in front of him.
“Huh?” Qian Mingkai gave him a questioning look.
“In the past, I was immature and did many stupid things that caused you a lot of trouble.” Fu Yue said seriously, “Today, Iāll take this opportunity to say sorry to you. Iāll finish this glass; you do as you please.”
With that, he tilted his head and downed the wine in the glass. Then, looking at the dazed Qian Mingkai, he bowed deeply and sincerely.
Qian Mingkai adjusted his glasses and looked at Fu Yueās empty glass.
He looked like he couldn’t quite believe it.
Afterward, he hesitated for a moment and eventually picked up his own glass, taking a small sip.
“…It’s all in the past.” He said in a low voice.
Seeing this, Shen Junnian immediately stood up and shared a few lively words with the monitor, helping Fu Yue turn the page.
This apology of Fu Yueās had a brilliant effect.
Ai Ke, who was at the same table, held her glass, her gaze toward Fu Yue differing slightly from before.
The fooling around ended.
Classmates began to chat in twos and threes.
“What’s going on? Why did Fu Yue suddenly become so serious? How boring.”
“Exactly, quite a pity…”
“Hey, did you notice? It seems Ai Ke has been watching him.”
“Really? No way.”
The fragmented discussions reached Fu Yueās ears.
He instinctively glanced in Ai Keās direction and happened to meet her gaze.
“Holy crap, please don’t!”
At the thought of Ai Ke’s “hobbies,” Fu Yueās head throbbed.
He quickly retracted his gaze.
“Ahem! Everyone, quiet down! The game segment is over. Letās look at something with commemorative meaning!”
The monitor walked to the projector in the room and connected his laptop.
“These are some photos and video clips from our school days. Let’s look back at our lost youth together!”
The projector screen lit up.
However, the image didn’t appear as expected.
First, a flash of static appeared on the screen, followed by a pure black desktop projected onto the screen.
On the desktop, a single, isolated file lay there quietly.
“What is this? I didn’t save this on my computer!” The monitor was completely bewildered.
The monitor tried double-clicking the file, but it wouldn’t open.
“Qian Mingkai, you try!” The monitor hurried to ask for help from the class’s computer expert.
Qian Mingkai busied himself for a while before shaking his head.
For a moment, everyoneās gaze was drawn to that mysterious file on the screen.
Fu Yue didn’t want to get involved.
But when he casually glanced at the screen, a programmer’s instinct rooted deep in his soul made him stop his footsteps.
“Let me try,” he spoke up.
Translatorās Note:
- Meal Card (é„å” – fĆ n kĒ): In Chinese high schools and universities, students use a prepaid card for meals at the cafeteria. Monitoring these records can reveal a student’s daily routine and even who they eat with.
- Mariana Trench (马éäŗēŗ³ęµ·ę² – mĒ lĒ yĆ nĆ hĒi gÅu): Used here as a metaphor for an impossibly deep hole or an overwhelming amount of trouble someone has gotten themselves into.
- Black History (é»åå² – hÄi lƬ shĒ): A term for embarrassing or shameful past events that someone would rather forget.
- Wink: The PE representative’s suggestion shows how “Student Fu” was perceivedāas a shamelessly “greasy” and flirtatious playboy.
See you in the next chapter!
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