During a truth-or-dare game at a freshman welcome dinner, Song Yu lost and drew the challenge of confessing to Lu Yuming, the aloof senior from the computer science department next door.
The next day, Song Yu stopped the famously rejection-prone Lu Yuming in the cafeteria. “Senior, I like you. Will you be my boyfriend?”
Lu Yuming stared at the pink envelope held out to him. His handsome features nearly cracked, and after a long pause, he stammered, “Mom, you can't do that...”
**
It took Song Yu a long time to finally accept that Lu Yuming was her son. Her mind, numbed by shock, finally started working again. She looked her son up and down, even though he was older than she was, and made a reasonable guess: “Your surname is Lu, so your dad must be Lu Ze, right?”
Lu Ze was Song Yu's senior in high school: refined, gentle, and considerate. Song Yu had been hopelessly in love with him for two years.
A moment later, Lu Yuming cruelly shattered his mother's beautiful dream. “Nope.”
Song Yu: ???
Lu Yuming pointed to someone riding by on a bicycle. “That's my dad.”
Song Yu took a good look and felt her heart die on the spot.
The father of that kid riding past also stopped, propped the bike up with his long legs, and patted the back seat. In his familiar, carefree tone, he said, “Song Yu, heading back to the dorm? I'll give you a ride. Don't worry, I won't charge you this time.”
Song Yu: “...”
**
At the end-of-term fitness test, Song Yu reached the finish line first. Lu Yuming rushed onto the track and gently offered her a thermos. “Here, have some water.”
The next second, campus heartthrob He Yanxing shoved him aside and firmly supported Song Yu by the arm. “Move it, brat. She can't drink water right now.”
Lu Yuming protested, “Why should I listen to you?”
He Yanxing: “Don't forget, she's my wife!”
Everyone: ???
The PE teacher: ??? Is a fifty-meter sprint really that serious? Are college guys nowadays this competitive when chasing someone?
Later, when the school forum held a poll to choose the campus heartthrob, Lu Yuming and He Yanxing were neck and neck. Someone looking for trouble asked Song Yu, who was close to both of them, which one she supported.
Song Yu gazed up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle. “Both sides of my hand have thorns. I'll pick Zhang San.”
* Blurb written on April 16, 2022
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