Chapter 52: Scumbag, You’re Not Good Enough for Feng Siruo
“One-two-three-four… two-two-three-four…”
“One-two-three-four… two-two-three-four…”
“Left leg in front, right leg behind. Criss-cross and jump!”
“One-two-three-four… two-two-three-four…”
After about an hour, Jiang Zhou had finally managed to teach the girls the lyrics, word by word.
Next up was Su Nan’s dance lesson.
Jiang Zhou didn’t have high expectations for the choreography. He just wanted it to look cute. After all, the welcome party was only a week away, and it wasn’t realistic to expect them to learn anything too complex. Just some bouncy moves, heart signs, claps — basic kawaii stuff.
After a while, the three girls were sweating and panting from exhaustion.
“I’m beat,” Han Rou wiped her sweat. “Brother, you’re treating us to dinner tonight, right?”
Jiang Zhou, slouched lazily on the couch, replied, “I’ll pay. You all just go eat whatever you want. Order anything.”
Han Rou asked, “And you? Where are you going?”
“Got a date with a girl. Gonna stroll around campus and enjoy my youth a bit.”
“Where do you know all these girls from?” she frowned.
Su Nan panted, wiping her forehead. “This guy walks to the bathroom and picks up a crowd on the way back. It’s ridiculous.”
Jiang Zhou grinned. “Xiao Su Nan, I’m touched! Didn’t know you had such confidence in my looks!”
“No. I just know how shameless you are, that’s all.”
“Huh? What did he do to you for you to say he’s shameless?” Huang Qi suddenly grew curious, sensing some juicy drama.
Su Nan blurted out, “Last night he took me to eat steak, and then there was this girl from Qingbei—”
Before she could finish, Jiang Zhou sprang up from the couch like a catapult and shoved a meat floss bun into her mouth.
“Su Nan! You’ve been dancing all day. You must be starving. Here, have a snack.”
“Pfft! This has your spit on it?!”
“Don’t be silly, I didn’t take a bite!”
“Then why is it wet?!”
“Isn’t that how you’re supposed to eat meat floss buns? Lick first?”
“Jiang Zhou, you scumbag! That’s disgusting!”
Meanwhile, Han Rou and Huang Qi leaned in suspiciously.
They’d sensed something off since the start.
Every time someone mentioned “steak,” Jiang Zhou had a visible reaction.
Han Rou had brought it up earlier.
How many girls did Jiang Zhou wine and dine with steak last night?!
Sensing the mood turning hostile, Jiang Zhou bolted for the door.
“Uh… you all keep practicing! I’m going out for a smoke!
“No need to wait for me for dinner, just send me the bill on QQ!”
With that, he dashed out like his life depended on it.
That old saying, three women make a drama, was far too polite.
It should be: three women make a slaughterhouse.
No way he could talk his way out of this now, so better to run.
After all, it’s not like any of them were his girlfriend.
If he waited a bit before going back, maybe things would cool down.
So he found a small grove and crouched to smoke in peace.
It was a weekend afternoon, and the campus was buzzing.
Most students were headed to the bathhouse at this hour.
From his spot near the road, Jiang Zhou saw a stream of girls, fresh out of showers — dewy and radiant.
And thanks to the summer heat, most of them weren’t exactly dressed conservatively.
Some wore thin skirts and slippers, others were wrapped in towels.
Across the road, Jiang Zhou noticed a few other guys squatting there too.
Guess they’d discovered the same “viewing spot.”
A girl was running toward him and fast. So fast that her slippers nearly flew off.
Can’t even look now? Is this school still under any law?
But as she got closer, Jiang Zhou realized that it was Ding Yue.
“Jiang Zhou, you scumbag! Stay away from Feng Siruo from now on!
“If I see you near her again, I swear I won’t go easy on you!
“If you want to mess around, pick someone else! Not all girls fall for your games!”
Jiang Zhou was stunned.
How am I a scumbag all of a sudden?
Sure, Ding Yue had told him before to stop bothering Feng Siruo, but she’d never been this aggressive.
“Wait, what did I do?”
Ding Yue was fuming. “Didn’t you say you liked Feng Siruo? That she was your girlfriend?”
Jiang Zhou nodded. “Yeah, I like her.”
“Wow. So you like a lot of girls, huh? Quite the ladies’ man.”
“Hey, I admit I might be a bit of a flirt, but I’m not a scumbag.”
“Oh? So I’m accusing you unfairly?”
The more he listened, the more Jiang Zhou felt something was off.
She wasn’t just mad. She came looking specifically to go off on him.
Did I offend her today?
“Uh, Ding Yue… is it that time of the month?”
“Don’t change the subject!” she snapped. “You seriously don’t know what you did?!”
“Wait, is this about the skirt thing with Feng Siruo? Asking a girl to wear a skirt isn’t a crime, is it?”
“Still playing dumb? Fine, let me enlighten you.”
Ding Yue pulled out her phone from the basket she was carrying.
She tapped and swiped, then shoved the screen in front of his face.
It was the university forum, popular among all students in the area.
Usually it was full of random chatter.
But today? The front page was flooded with red-hot threads:
Jiang Zhou suddenly leaned in with interest.
These headlines were kind of intriguing.
Who the hell is this scumbag?