The languid, aristocratic young master Xu and the bright, cool beauty Chu
At the start of the semester at Ying University, word spread through the medical school about a stunningly cool goddess whose height matched her beauty.
A ring adorned the middle finger of the beauty’s left hand. Everyone in her class was curious who had managed to pluck this rose.
They had only heard that he was her high school classmate. No one had ever seen him.
One day,
during a break in military training, someone cornered Chu Yuyan and confessed his feelings outright.
She stood off to the side, her face utterly indifferent, as if the confession had nothing to do with her.
But the guy showed no sign of leaving.
Chu Yuyan glanced at him and said just three words:
“You think you’re worthy?”
She shut him down without mercy.
Even more amusingly, a young man in a tracksuit showed up afterward and put an arm around Chu Yuyan, speaking with cocky nonchalance:
“Trying to steal my girl?”
“You think you’re worthy?”
They really were a perfect match. They even said the same thing.
