Lin Jianqing’s fingers flew across the keyboard. ‘Are you crazy?’
After sending it, he still felt it wasn’t enough and added another line.
“What exactly are you trying to do?”
Shen Huaixue replied quickly on her end.
‘Nothing. I just think you look really good today. It’d be a shame not to post it. I’m also someone who knows how to share.’
Lin Jianqing stared at those words and nearly crushed his phone.
A waste? What waste? And… Lin Jianqing didn’t think Shen Huaixue was someone who knew how to share.
Hadn’t he been publicly humiliated enough already?
‘Are you serious?’
After sending that, Lin Jianqing felt his threat lacked any conviction.
Shen Huaixue was definitely serious.
Sure enough, Shen Huaixue replied.
‘Serious. I’m even planning to invest a bit of Dou+.’
Lin Jianqing’s vision went dark. Investing in Dou+? What exactly was this Living Yama trying to do? Lin Jianqing carefully thought back—he hadn’t provoked Shen Huaixue today, had he? And he’d agreed to every request she made.
Shen Huaixue truly couldn’t bear to let him live too peacefully. Lin Jianqing suppressed the urge to curse and typed quickly.
‘Shen Huaixue, what exactly are you trying to do?’ Lin Jianqing had also learned from experience—whenever Shen Huaixue suddenly wanted to stir up trouble, she definitely had something in mind.
This time, the other side paused for a few seconds, then sent a voice message.
Lin Jianqing looked at the voice message, hesitated for a moment, then turned the volume down to the lowest and pressed the phone to his ear.
Shen Huaixue’s voice came through the receiver, lazy and languid, carrying a faint laugh.
“Nothing much. I just think your hair is the perfect length today. It’d look even better if it were a little longer.”
Hearing that, Lin Jianqing already knew what she was going to say.
Sure enough, the next second, Shen Huaixue sent another text.
‘I’m just letting you know—don’t cut it.’
Lin Jianqing took a deep breath. Wasn’t this something he’d already agreed to?
She’d brought it up at home tonight, and he’d agreed at the time. Now she was pulling this again—what was the meaning of this?
Did this woman have some serious mental problem?
Lin Jianqing’s typing fingers were practically radiating anger.
‘What if I refuse?’
Shen Huaixue replied:
‘Then I’ll post it.’
Lin Jianqing was left speechless. Shen Huaixue didn’t seem to be joking.
He looked at the screenshot, then at the still-unsettled chatter outside the dorm, and finally gritted his teeth and replied.
‘I won’t cut it. Didn’t I already agree to that?’
Shen Huaixue quickly sent an emoji.
It wasn’t over-the-top—just a simple smiley face. But in Lin Jianqing’s view, this emoji perfectly matched Shen Huaixue’s signature fake smile.
‘Good.’
Lin Jianqing immediately replied:
‘Get lost.’
After sending it, he tossed his phone beside the pillow and lay on the bed, staring blankly at the wooden slats of the bunk above.
Keep it then. His hair wasn’t that short anyway. But… ugh, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
Forget it. Shen Huaixue, that weird woman, had always been like this. He wouldn’t stoop to her level. Lin Jianqing consoled himself, but the more he thought about it, the angrier—
The moment he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with Shen Huaixue’s smug, aggravating look.
A person who seemed so aloof and unapproachable, so intimidating—why was her personality so rotten?
Lin Jianqing couldn’t figure it out, and he couldn’t fall asleep no matter what. He turned over. After who knows how long, his phone vibrated again.
He instinctively assumed it was Shen Huaixue, but when he picked it up, he found a same-city push notification.
The title was simple.
“Linzhou City Superpower Competition: Good-Looking Passerby Compilation”
Lin Jianqing’s eyelid twitched. A sense of dread crept over him, and he tapped in.
The video opened with clips of several competition spectators—contestants, pretty girls in the audience, a few stylishly dressed boys.
The title and background music were perfectly normal, like one of those casual same-city videos thrown together to ride on trending topics.
Until the fourth photo appeared. It was naturally the photo of him in women’s clothing.
The image didn’t stay on screen long, but it was clear enough.
Lin Jianqing stared at that photo, his mind going blank for a few seconds.
Did Shen Huaixue post it?
She actually posted it?
Seeing this, Lin Jianqing’s head felt like it had been struck by a blunt object.
No, wait. He could clearly sense that Shen Huaixue had been deliberately teasing him earlier. It shouldn’t be her.
The account wasn’t hers either—though the possibility of a burner account couldn’t be ruled out.
But… would Shen Huaixue really be that bored of a person?
Thinking about her smug, insufferable expression… maybe not entirely impossible.
But… it didn’t make sense.
The poster was a seemingly ordinary same-city account with a profile picture of Linzhou City’s nightscape, its homepage filled with local food, entertainment, and event clips.
But Lin Jianqing could figure it out without even thinking—this definitely had to be connected to Shen Huaixue.
He switched directly back to the chat window.
‘Didn’t you say you wouldn’t post if I agreed?’
Shen Huaixue took her time replying this time—so long that Lin Jianqing was almost dying of impatience before she finally sent a message.
‘What are you talking about? I didn’t post that draft.’
Lin Jianqing read those words and nearly laughed in anger.
In Lin Jianqing’s eyes, she indeed hadn’t posted that draft. All she’d done was switch accounts, switch titles, switch the editing style, and sandwich him into a pile of “good-looking passersby” before posting.
‘Do you think I believe that?’
Shen Huaixue replied:
‘Why would I lie to you? What are you talking about?’
‘A post appeared on my phone with my photo from today. Do you dare say this isn’t your doing?’
***
A few seconds later, Shen Huaixue replied:
‘Oh, I saw it. But you only have one photo in that post, and the image isn’t even that clear. Way worse than what I originally planned to post.’
Lin Jianqing read Shen Huaixue’s reply and was so angry he nearly hurled his phone onto the bed.
Was that really the point here?!
Suddenly, someone outside the dorm said: “Hey, check the same-city feed—there’s a superpower competition pretty people compilation.”
Lin Jianqing’s breath stopped for a second.
“Really?”
Another person chimed in: “Hey, there are tons of pretty girls in it… too bad I already have a girlfriend… wait, isn’t this the one from the big screen earlier—”
Lin Jianqing lay on the bed, frozen stiff as a wooden plank.
His phone screen was still lit. Shen Huaixue sent another message.
‘To be clear, it wasn’t me. I’m not someone who goes back on their word. Also, Lin Jianqing, can you even sleep now?’
Lin Jianqing gritted his teeth and replied:
‘Thanks to you, I can’t.’
Shen Huaixue quickly replied.
‘This has nothing to do with me. You can’t blame me for it.’
Lin Jianqing stared at those words without moving for a long time. What did she mean it had nothing to do with her? If she hadn’t insisted on wearing women’s clothing today, none of this would have happened.
The voices outside the dorm continued.
“This one really looks like Lin Jianqing.”
“Now that you mention it, it really does.”
“Didn’t he just say he saw a live video earlier? Could it be this one?”
Lin Jianqing closed his eyes, his fingers tightly gripping the corner of his blanket.
He had only one thought now: tomorrow, he was definitely going to settle the score with Shen Huaixue.
Whether she admitted it or not, this was definitely her doing.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Shen Huaixue sat on the sofa, watching the video on her phone screen that was already slowly gaining views, the corners of her lips curving upward.
The compilation was, of course, not posted by her. She, Shen Huaixue, was of course a person of her word.
It’s just that Lin Jianqing’s photo counted as her ‘submission.’ She had been quite restrained, really.
But just thinking about how Lin Jianqing, upon seeing that video, would be so angry he’d nearly explode while having to keep his voice down, and would fool himself into accepting reality—her mood inexplicably brightened.
Lin Jianqing being roasted over the fire was quite entertaining.
Especially when he was clearly scared to death and still insisted on talking tough and cursing at her.
Shen Huaixue looked down at the “thanks to you, I can’t” he’d just sent, and lightly tapped the screen with her fingertip.
“Then don’t sleep.”
She murmured softly, as if talking to herself.
“You might as well think about me a little more.”