Girls’ dormitory, room 2333.
Wang Hongli was furiously typing a private ssage, her mouth still cursing Lou Zhi incessantly.
Lu Yao advised, "Hongli, don’t stoop to Low Zhi’s level. Didn’t you see through him during military training?"
Wang Hongli was indignant, "I just can’t stand it! Han Lie didn’t offend him, yet he’s been weird and sarcastic all night long!"
Fang Feifei laughed, "Aren’t all five people in room 1918 like that?"
Liu Yajie chid in casually, "All five of them have pretty good family backgrounds, right? It seems like they usually don’t respect anybody. Today, they’re probably just jealous of Han Lie."
Yu Yun had been preoccupied with her thoughts. Suddenly, she turned to look at Xi Luting.
"Ting Ting, is Han Lie really living in the international dorm?"
Xi Luting, lying on her bed without even lifting her head, replied, "How would I know? I’m not in charge of the boys’ dorm. But it’s probably true. Anyone living above the 6th floor would likely not climb the stairs."
The first to the fifth floors happened to be where all the first- through fourth-year students from the International Exchange College lived. The layout was the sa for both the male and female dorms.
Lu Yao, curious for a bit of gossip, asked, "What do you guys think Han Lie’s family does?"
"Definitely sothing good!"
Fang Feifei said, sounding serious, "Look at his deanor! He was so confident on stage—definitely soone who has seen the world."
Yu Yun, however, had her own opinion, "It’s probably just an average family, right? Otherwise, why not go directly to the International Exchange College?"
Fang Feifei was insistent, "Could an average family raise soone to that level? Duan Xiaoyi and his group also have pretty good family conditions, right? And there are even two locals from Magic Capital. But when they were on stage, wasn’t it the sa old stuff?"
Lu Yao swayed from side to side, feeling that both sides had a point.
After thinking it over, she decided to ask Xi Luting, "Ting Ting, what’s your take on this?"
Xi Luting was gently biting her lower lip, thinking about Han Lie’s sudden coldness.
Even though she had taken the initiative to distance herself, she knew very well that soone who could resist her charm was definitely not simple.
This wasn’t blind confidence, but a fact proven through countless validations.
As for that knockoff Mi 1, it ant nothing.
There were too many potential reasons he could be using an old knockoff phone, but one couldn’t fake eloquence, nor could the quick wit displayed during face-to-face communication be faked.
However, just as her true thoughts reached the tip of her tongue, she swallowed them back down.
Eventually, she just shook her head and said calmly, "I’m not sure. Perhaps living in a small dorm was just an accident. Didn’t he take a long dical leave?"
"Oh, right..."
The girls all nodded in agreent.
Xi Luting inwardly sneered and lowered her head to continue drawing and writing in her journal.
It was a hexacoordinate assessnt chart.
The six corners of the diagram were labeled—Background, Wealth, IQ, Ability, Appearance, and Personality.
The line from each corner to the center was divided into ten equal parts for scoring.
10 points was the full score, 1 point the lowest.
At the sa ti, each attribute was marked with a red pen indicating its weight.
The base score multiplied by the weight coefficient determined the final score for that attribute.
In the center of the hexacoordinate chart, the na of the person being evaluated was written.
Han Lie.
After drawing the chart, she hesitated, uncertain how to begin scoring.
For the first ti in her life, she didn’t know how to score soone.
Han Lie, that guy, seed like an enigma.
Han Lie casually closed the class group chat, having no desire to probe into any of the argunts happening inside.
In fact, nothing significant would ever happen in the public group.
Since Liu Hong was in the group, people preferred creating small groups or private chats.
Han Lie received at least 20 group invites, as well as an equal number of personal friend requests.
Ninety percent were from girls.
The positive effects of his self-introduction were only truly manifesting now.
Don’t ever doubt the sensitivity of girls in this regard.
They might not be able to discern if a seasoned player in society actually has real skills, as that’s another realm.
But they can definitely tell if a male peer truly has potential.
The less smart way: compare him with the other boys nearby—the conclusion is clear.
The smarter way: set weights, assess with a hexacoordinate chart.
Just like what Xi Luting was doing.
Han Lie’s busted phone indeed struggled to keep up with such overwhelming enthusiasm, so he didn’t join any groups at all.
But for personal friends, he didn’t miss a single one.
The finance class had so many interesting people; Han Lie was counting on their antics to provide entertainnt in his free ti.
The three ’star’ girls in the class had all sent him friend requests.
The first was the goddess Xi Luting; no further explanation necessary.
The second was the divine Fang Feifei, the one who almost collected the entire set from room 1918.
The third was Yu Yun, the ’Tea Girl’—a world-class vintage of her kind.
Strangely enough, all three of them lived in the sa room.
Room 2333, Han Lie rembered it well.
After adding them as friends, Han Lie paid them no further attention.
Before long, they took the initiative to send ssages, each with their own personal flair.
Xi Luting: "Send your WeChat contact. I will create another group there for the party notification."
Fang Feifei: "Can we be friends? (Shy) (Shy)"
Yu Yun: "Bro Han, you were so cool today! (Admiration) But you’re too aloof in private~~~"
Hah!
In the School of Humanities, there are more girls than guys; everyone’s lacking a spare tire, huh...
Han Lie sneered coldly and replied to no one.
In his last life, he had been taken advantage of by these three won.
Fang Feifei was the least harmful, and for a pathetic reason: she simply wasn’t into him.
Think about it, she slept with every guy in the dorm except for Han Lie.
What’s the aning of this?!
Damn!
Yu Yun was the most hateful, leading Han Lie on as a backup for three whole years.
Yet Han Lie managed to forget about her the fastest.
After coming to his senses, it took less than a year for everything to fade away.
Xi Luting was the one who left Han Lie with the most lingering resentnt.
In her eyes, Han Lie had always been nothing but a lump of mud.
She couldn’t care less about him on a normal day and would only throw him under the bus when she needed a scapegoat—her way of recycling trash.
Apologies?
Nonexistent.
Starting anew, Han Lie had no intention of taking revenge on them.
It wasn’t worth it.
Having been reborn with a system and still obsessing over revenge on a few girls—that wasn’t Han Lie’s style.
Brother Lie was broad-minded and never held grudges.
However, if an opportunity arose, Han Lie definitely wouldn’t mind teaching them a profound lesson.
After all, he had loved.
Starting over, Daddy could fall for you girls once more.
Not long after, the aloof Han Lie received a second round of ssages from the three beauties.
Xi Luting: "???"
Fang Feifei: "(Selfie)"
Fang Feifei: "Sorry to intrude, haha! But I was afraid you wouldn’t know who I am. I’m the little lady Fang Feifei, rember !"
Yu Yun: "You just got out of the hospital. Are you tired?"
Yu Yun: "Or, are you mad at ? (Pitiful)"
Fang Feifei’s selfie was quite normal, lacking any of the titillating content the masses usually adored.
In the photo, she looked pure and lovely, with the face of a first love—petite and particularly capable of arousing a man’s protective instinct.
Knowing she was promiscuous, the guys of 1918 still pursued her one after another, which spoke volus of her underlying appeal.
In the School of Humanities, there was a lirick: "Countless beauties in Humanities reside, half at the Business School you’ll find inside."
The number one beauty in the Business School was undoubtedly Xi Luting, unshakably so.
From second to fifth place, there was no clear distinction. It all depended on personal taste.
Fang Feifei and Yu Yun could both vie for the second spot; one was pure, the other sexy—just different styles.
Now, all three great beauties had sent signals, yet Han Lie didn’t feel honored at all.
In the School of Humanities, won outnumbered n. The quality of the won was high, while that of the n was low. So, no matter what kind of goddess you were, your pond was lacking fish.
That’s all there is to it.
If soone baits you, it indeed proves that you have so value.
But if you gloat about it, that just shows a complete lack of self-awareness.
Not understanding your own social position is a major faux pas in social interaction.
The beauties of the School of Humanities, except for the goddess-like Fang Feifei, mostly only dated guys from the School of International Exchange.
Those with higher aspirations would even seek boyfriends from nearby institutions like Shanghai International Studies University, Shanghai University of Finance and Economics, Tongji University, or Fudan University.
Initially, Han Lie couldn’t understand why this was the case, but now he got it.
Are girls willing to co from other places to study at a tier-three university in Magic Capital the type to be content with little?
Doesn’t every one of them harbor so dreams?
The local girls of Magic Capital studying practically in their backyard aid even higher.
Isn’t everyone precious?
This way, the ordinary guys of the School of Humanities were seriously unlucky.
Being a spare tire was a common destiny; becoming the main one was rely a dream.
The girls from their own school truly looked down on them.
In his last life, Han Lie hadn’t grasped this until his senior year. Only after spending so ti in the real world did he finally see the truth clearly.
This wasn’t an isolated case but rather a systemic issue.
This is the sad reality for those who failed to study diligently.
In a 985-tier university, things would never be like this.
The girls there might not all have been saints, but at least most of them had convictions. They were independent and strong, dared to love and hate, and were willing to better themselves and strive for their goals. They didn’t have spare ti to cultivate fanbases or string along backups.
Unfortunately, by the ti Han Lie finally figured this out, it was too late.
Given a second chance at life, Han Lie could change himself, but he could not change the larger environnt.
Therefore, others still saw him as a fish to be lured into their own ponds.
But what they certainly didn’t expect was that they were actually trying to reel in a shark...
Han Lie still replied to none of them.
There’s plenty of ti, no rush.
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