"I fucking asked for your name! Huh? What huh?"

Afraid, Fang Wei suddenly burst into anger, trembling, the boy responded.

"Wang Shao."

"Hey, Wang Shao, this name is pretty good. What major are you in? What year?"

"News and Media, that's my major. I'm a third-year student."

"Isn't journalism and broadcasting the same major? Oh, by the way, do you know Ying Tong?"

Fang Wei's eyes lit up.

She is a student majoring in philosophy, but because she has a pleasant and eloquent voice, she has always been in charge of hosting the campus radio.

"You send me Ying Tong's class schedule tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock. If you forget or can't find it, either transfer to another school, or I'll come find you in person to get it."

"Okay, okay, I will definitely get it done."

Fang Wei untied the person, obtained their number, and then watched as Wang Shaolian rushed out without even pulling up his pants properly.

Isn't someone already helping me to find it? It's not like I have to rely on you, Zou Tong, to run errands for me.

It felt like a burden had finally been lifted. Fang Wei flung the bedsheet, stained with a few drops of nosebleed, onto the floor before wrapping himself in the blanket and went to sleep.

The next morning, early in the day, a form was indeed sent to the phone. Fang Wei got up on time and rushed to intercept Ying Tong after class.

The girl sitting in the front row of the classroom squinted her eyes as she looked at the blackboard. Most of the time, she had her head lowered, taking notes and writing. It seemed that she relied more on her ears to listen and record the teacher's key points. With long black hair parted down the middle, it flowed smoothly down her shoulders. Her eyes were bright, with curved eyelashes.

Isn't this just that kind of stiff, rustic, and simple-minded black straight hair?

Why does this girl possess a voice as if it had been kissed by an angel?

After class, Ying Tong's movements were always slow. She tidied up her notes, books, tissues, and pens. She waited for everyone to leave the classroom before slowly following the crowd.

Walking to the doorway without seeing who was there clearly, she only felt herself being pulled by someone. She widened her eyes in surprise and stared at the girl who had pulled her.

"Ah? Is it you? What's the matter?"

Ying Tong was very surprised to see Fang Wei appear again. Originally, she was already very impressed by Fang Wei's face and height. He was a handsome girl exuding an aura of arrogance.

"I said I wanted to eat with you!"

Fang Wei spoke domineeringly.

"I've rejected you."

Ying Tong found it amusing. In her understanding, when unfamiliar people extend courteous invitations and get rejected, they surely would not extend a second invitation.

But little did she expect that this girl would be so determined, that she would want to try again. It amused her and left her feeling helpless.

"You didn't say I couldn't invite you again!"

Fang Wei seemed to speak with great effort, his voice booming. Ying Tong was moved by her persistence and decided to accept her invitation to have a meal together.

The two of them chose a nearby home-style restaurant, and as soon as Fang Wei got the menu, they ordered three dishes and a soup.

Ying Tong quickly tried to stop him.

"Eating so much is wasteful and expensive. Just choose two dishes that you like."

"I like all of these."

The menu was handed over, and as they sat down, the atmosphere suddenly became a bit awkward. Fang Wei began her usual flirting techniques.

"Why don't you ask me why I want to have dinner with you?"

"You said it was because you liked my voice, didn't you?"

Ying Tong's voice is quite distinctive, gentle and profound. Combined with her naturally quiet personality, every word she speaks has the power to penetrate deep into one's heart.

Fang Wei's eyes sneakily glanced at Ying Tong's face, revealing a trace of guilt. Inside her heart, a torrent of curse words surged. Why couldn't she bring herself to look at the other person? Why was she so nervous, so much so that her palms were sweaty?