Love? The Reborn Me Just Wants to Obtain Rewards

Chapter 412: Chapter 192: Strike First to Gain the Upper Hand

Gou Huai roared, and the situation took a dramatic turn for the worse.

Knowing he didn’t have many opportunities left, Chu Changkuo arrived full of anxiety. During the tense standoff, he heard Huai’s reminder and without thinking, his blood rushed to his head.

He was always easily influenced by external factors.

Then, watching Chu Changkuo drop to one knee, Wu Tianyou’s head buzzed, as if he had been struck by lightning.

What the hell, it’s just presenting flowers, why are you making it look like a proposal?!

Are you sick?!

Wu Tianyou had a contingency plan in place, so he was well aware of the effect he wanted to achieve today—not to win it all in one go, but to make a small breach.

But Chu Changkuo turned it all into a mess.

He knew he couldn’t force Chen Nuanhan, but what next?

The guide didn’t teach this!

Wu Tianyou was so anxious his lips trembled and his vision blurred with anger. The scene, the environment, the audience, Chu Changkuo, and other factors all pushed him onto the stage, with nowhere to hide.

Damn it, Su Huai, what a good dog you are!

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Wu Tianyou’s mind was a mess, with his only clear thought being "don’t follow Chu Changkuo’s lead."

The pig Changkuo, who knelt down first, could be justified by sincerity, but the one who kneels down after is both an idiot and embarrassing, only succeeding in roasting Chen Nuanhan on an open flame.

Damn it!

Why does Chu Changkuo know I’m going to present flowers?

Why does this bastard have to cause trouble at a time like this?!

Unable to think of a solution, Wu Tianyou could only turn to look at Chen Nuanhan with pleading eyes, hoping she would give him a way out.

Just accept my flowers, let’s both exit the stage, and I’ll be the winner!

So, he stood there, full of unease, simply extending the flowers in his hand a bit further, while Chu Changkuo kneeled beside him, holding up crushed ice, and for a moment, the atmosphere was as frozen as a stage play gone wrong.

In the play were three people, and underneath the stage a hundred or so, some confused and some amused, the scene was anything but orderly.

With Chen Nuanhan’s intelligence, she certainly realized the situation was spiraling out of control, and she felt crazier than anyone.

But she thought she could still salvage the situation.

So, she didn’t accept anyone’s flowers, but instead took a step back.

"Thank you for your affection, but I cannot accept the flowers. I am a part of both the School of Management and the Information Department, and contributing to the activities is my duty. Today’s success isn’t mine alone; every member of the formation has worked hard, and I’m just the least important one presented by contrast."

Raising her voice to make her reasons clear, she resolutely waved them off, "Take back your flowers, please. I don’t want to be treated as someone special."

The way out she provided wasn’t perfect, but it was enough to protect herself.

The so-called emotional intelligence shows itself especially in urgent times.

If Wu Tianyou and Chu Changkuo were truly smart, they would have known to back off at this moment and cut their losses.

But they were just young people.

Looking at the campus confessions that made a scene but didn’t succeed, how many could end perfectly under that compound pressure?

Very few indeed.

Once emotions take over, there’s no reasoning.

Chu Changkuo was the first to disagree, pleading hurriedly, "What do you mean? There are three guides in our faculty, and they all accepted flowers. I don’t want you to be without, so I kept the best for you..."

Chen Nuanhan was so angry she almost rolled her eyes then and there.

Other people’s flowers are just flowers, you’re making it like a confession. How can I accept it?!

Before she could think of a good reason, Wu Tianyou’s eyes reddened—"Fine fine fine, you won’t give me a way out, right? Then let’s make it so nobody can leave!"

Wu Tianyou, who was already close to losing his mind, also known as Crazy Dog, was a prime example of poor emotional control.

At that moment, a wicked energy surged through him, destroying all rational thought.

If I can’t solve the problem, I’ll damn well solve the person who created the problem!

Without a second thought, he backhanded the bouquet of flowers onto Chu Changkuo’s face and erupted in a rage.

"You damn well did that on purpose, didn’t you? Huh? Are you sick?!"

The surrounding crowd was taken aback, and suddenly everything exploded.

"Holy shit! They’re going to fight!"

"Fight fight fight!"

"Wu Tianyou, you’re the one who’s sick. What’s wrong with fair competition? Think you’re the only one who can give Chen Nuanhan flowers?"

"Can the dogs from Management please stay away? A bunch of idiots!"

In truth, most of the students were quite well-mannered, content with just watching the excitement, but there were always a few who felt jealousy or had ulterior motives and managed to make the most noise.

Those egging on the fight weren’t many, but they just happened to be in key positions.

The first one to rebuke Wu Tianyou was one of Chu Changkuo’s lackeys, seemingly the son of a material supplier who relied on his family’s business, staunchly supporting Mr. Chu.

Then, Liu Banzhi, who opened with AOE damage in the counter-attack, was desperate for the situation not to be defused, wanting to completely sever Wu Tianyou’s hopes for Chen Nuanhan.

With the agitators multiplying, the situation was suddenly out of control.

A girl, in a fit of rage, started shouting, "Chu Dalian, in what way do you deserve our Goddess Nuan Nuan? Is it because of your big square face?"

Naturally, there were girls who shouted back, "What goddess is Chen Nuanhan? Who recognized her as such? Pah!"

And Chu Changkuo, who had been struck squarely in the face with the flowers, finally snapped out of it. He sprang up, tossed the flowers aside, and swung his fist.

Fighting? I’ve been wanting to beat the crap out of Wu Tianyou, that Gou Dongxi!

Just as the two were about to clash and start a brawl during such an event, Chen Nuanhan felt completely numb.

"What are you doing?!"

She quickly stepped between them, her voice sharp and commanding, pushing Chu Changkuo to the left and slapping away Wu Tianyou’s hand that was reaching forward.

"A fight during the opening ceremony, a quarrel between students of the same school?!"

Well done!

Both Wu Tianyou and Chu Changkuo were subdued by her, and a bit of their rationality returned... at least a small part of it.