NOVPUBWhen Wu Bin arrived at the library with his textbooks, he realized that even the entrance was crowded with people.
Wu Bin couldn’t help but sigh.
"At the start of the semester, there were hardly any people here, but now it’s packed. It really shows that people are naturally lazy."
Han Jiaoyan, seeing the brand-new textbooks in Wu Bin’s hands, laughed and said, "You probably shouldn’t be talking about others, should you?"
"Wu Bin, how about this? Come study in my dorm."
"It’s just Xu Qian and me living there, and she’s gone home for some matters. Now it’s just me alone, absolutely quiet."
As soon as Han Jiaoyan made this invitation, the audience in the live stream got excited.
"Wow, isn’t that direct? Now not even bothering with an excuse, and straight up inviting him to the dorm?"
"Exactly, when girls ask guys, they just need any old excuse, unlike when guys invite girls over, having to come up with absurd lies like ’my cat does backflips’."
"Actually, that makes sense. Why go to the library to study if not for the quiet environment and good atmosphere? If Han Jiaoyan’s dorm is just her alone, I believe it would be quiet, and the atmosphere would be good too."
"Are you going there for the atmosphere, buddy? I’m almost too embarrassed to point it out."
Faced with Han Jiaoyan’s generous invitation, most people probably would have accepted it.
But Wu Bin is a man of principle.
Right now, he just wanted to focus on making money, with no time for love.
Only useless people engage in romance, wasting time and their youth!
Just as Wu Bin was trying to figure out how to decline, a voice drifted over from afar.
"Old Wu?"
Wu Bin turned around and was shocked to discover Song Bing and two others playing basketball.
Wu Bin was quite surprised.
"Weren’t you supposed to be studying in the library?"
Song Bing replied helplessly, "The library was full, no idea why those people don’t study earlier and then cram on the last day."
Wu Bin’s mouth twitched, thinking, aren’t you doing the same?
"So you decided to play basketball instead?"
Song Bing said somewhat embarrassedly, "We just happened to pass by, and they were short of players, so we joined in."
Pointing at a tall guy on the court, Song Bing continued.
"See that guy? Fan Yian from the Media College, a famous figure on our school’s power list, just like Wang Xin."
"The only difference is Wang Xin is rich, whereas Fan Yian has powerful connections."
"The guy is so full of himself, showing off while playing basketball, which really nauseates us."
Every university has such a person.
Their basketball skills are average, but they have lots of celebratory and provoking gestures.
Originally, they were only playing half-court, three-on-three street basketball style, where a loss of three points means substitution.
However, backed by a professional center on his team, Fan Yian, with his showy moves and provocations, drew shrieks of admiration from many girls around the court.
Don’t assume only men are simps; there are female simps in the world too.
But women are more conscious than men – they flatter to gain greater benefits for themselves instead of blindly giving.
Frustrated, Xue Qiang asked from the side, "Wu, can you play basketball? Why don’t you show him a lesson?"
Wu Bin waved his hand modestly.
"It’s been many years since I played basketball, not interested."
Seeing Wu Bin acting modestly made Song Bing feel a familiar sensation.
Had Wu Bin said the same during gaming before?
Could Old Wu be playing dumb again?
As Song Bing was contemplating this, Fan Yian called out from the court.
"Hey, it’s your turn, are you playing or not?"
Fan Yi’an had simply called out without thinking, and when he turned his head, he saw Han Jiaoyan and two other girls standing on the sidelines.
There was no helping it; the three of them were just too dazzling.
Each had their own charm and all had extremely high levels of attractiveness.
Han Jiaoyan embodied the classic school beauty style, with her white blouse paired with a pleated skirt—who wouldn’t be enchanted?
He Bingbing, on the other hand, was the epitome of an intellectual TV hostess, radiating the comfortable aura of the girl-next-door big sister throughout the event.
As for Zhu Ling, although her gaze was clear and somewhat naive, it was precisely this clarity and naivety that could stir up a man’s protective instinct.
After all, who wouldn’t want to have an innocent and cute girlfriend?
In an instant, Fan Yi’an felt his male hormones surging.
He walked over from a distance, basketball in tow, and greeted the three with a smile.
"Song Bing, your friends?"
All being men, Song Bing could tell what Fan Yi’an was thinking just by looking at his eyes.
Song Bing hurriedly emphasized, "They are Wu Bin’s friends. You know Wu Bin, right?"
Reminded by Song Bing like this, Fan Yi’an finally noticed Wu Bin standing to one side.
Very handsome, very sunny.
Even so, Fan Yi’an still felt very jealous inside.
Wu Bin was handsome, but he wasn’t bad either.
Moreover, his family background was even better than Wu Bin’s.
Wu Bin was just an orphan; what justified all these beauties flocking around him?
Fan Yi’an sarcastically said, "Oh, so it’s Wu Bin, the student. I know him, the delicate college kid, right?"
Wu Bin replied with a smile, "Not at all, those are mere reputations, I’m not that delicate actually."
Han Jiaoyan covered her mouth and chuckled lightly.
Wu Bin had a way with handling people who were sarcastic like Fan Yi’an.
Fan Yi’an didn’t expect Wu Bin to be so articulate; he couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows and challenge, "Since you’re not that delicate, Wu Bin, dare you join us on the court?"
As soon as Fan Yi’an said this, his entourage quickly joined him.
"Boss Fan, this kid is kind of tricky; it’s probably best we don’t mess with him."
Liu En had always closely followed campus forum news, so he was well aware of Wu Bin’s exploits.
Whether it was as the former taekwondo team captain or swim coach.
Anyone who underestimated Wu Bin ended up regretting it.
This kid seemed to have a special curse—anyone who crossed him ended up badly.
If it were any other time, Liu En’s words would have made Fan Yi’an consider it carefully.
But now, dressed in his basketball gear and clutching a basketball, he felt he looked supremely handsome.
Ask him not to provoke Wu Bin under these circumstances?
Impossible.
What about my pride?
Wu Bin waved it off with a smile.
"No thanks, I haven’t played basketball in many years; playing against you guys would be a bit unfair to you. You go ahead."
These words from Wu Bin instantly stoked Fan Yi’an’s anger.
"From what you’re saying, it sounds like you’re pretty good at basketball?"
"Then there’s even less reason to hold back. Let’s settle this on the court."
Without waiting for Wu Bin to refuse, Fan Yi’an threw the basketball to him and then made a taunting gesture.
Wu Bin raised an eyebrow, his temper rising as well.
This kid really doesn’t know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth.
