After the 99th Confession , The Cold School Beauty's Personality Collapsed-Chapter 33
When Qin Luo came back to his senses after finishing the song, he noticed his three roommates staring at him with the same excitement as if they had just watched an incredible movie.
And it wasn't just them. A group of burly guys from other dorms had somehow gathered outside the door, all staring at Qin Luo with glowing eyes, making him feel a shiver run down his spine.
Instinctively, Qin Luo stepped back and warily asked, “What are you all looking at?”
Li Xuan spoke up, “Brother, what was the name of that song you just sang?”
“A Smile to Captivate the City,” Qin Luo replied.
“A Smile to Captivate the City...”
The group of guys murmured the title to themselves as they eagerly pulled out their phones, hurriedly searching for the song. However, after searching high and low, they couldn't find anything by that name.
Even when they typed in the lyrics from Qin Luo's performance, they found no matching results online.
For a moment, everyone was utterly confused.
Li Xuan couldn’t help but swallow nervously, “That song… you didn’t write it yourself, did you?”
Qin Luo glanced at him and coolly replied, “I don’t create songs, I just transport them.”
His response was full of swagger.
Suddenly, the guys outside the door let out a cheer and rushed into the room in single file.
In no time, Qin Luo was surrounded by a horde of enthusiastic men, with burly guys on either side of him.
“Brother Luo, I’ll call you ‘brother.’ You’re like a real brother to me!”
“For real, Luo Bro, I’m begging you, start a class! I’ll listen while kneeling if I have to!”
“How can we even survive at this point? Being handsome was already enough, then you’re also good at basketball, and now you’re writing songs too?”
“And not just writing—you're a great singer and player too! You’re deliberately tormenting us, aren't you?”
“Jealousy is tearing me apart at a molecular level, and anger is twisting my face into a scowl!”
“Say no more, this won’t be over unless you play that song again for us. Otherwise, we’re not leaving.”
“That’s right!”
Though not everyone in the room was in the same class, they were all dorm neighbors, so they were used to casual interactions like this. Even though the jokes were flying, nobody felt uncomfortable.
Qin Luo knew everyone was just having fun, so he rolled his eyes and played along with a few quips before performing the song once more.
When the song ended again, the rowdy bunch finally left, satisfied. Before they went, they gave Qin Luo one last look of envy, jealousy, and exasperation, commenting that comparing oneself to him was a surefire way to get frustrated.
Han Yiqun shook his head with a sigh, “Old Qin, man, you’ve been fooling us all these years. I had no idea you were so multi-talented. Even I’m jealous now.”
Qin Luo laughed, “Well, you can’t say that. There is one thing about you guys that makes me jealous.”
Wang Chen was curious, “What’s that?”
“I’m jealous you all have a talented and handsome roommate, and I don’t.”
The group paused for a moment, and then a look of realization spread across their faces, turning to mock fury.
Meanwhile, Li Xuan wasn’t joining in the banter with the others. Instead, he was staring at his phone with intense focus.
From his phone, the sound of Qin Luo’s singing played—it turned out Li Xuan had recorded the performance earlier.
Qin Luo grinned, “How about I sing this song at the party later? No copyright fee for you.”
Li Xuan didn’t respond, but instead, he gave Qin Luo a serious look and asked, “Is this the song you wrote for Ji Yan?”
“That question… yeah, that’s a good one,” Qin Luo said hesitantly. “If I say no, well, I didn’t exactly write it with her in mind before. But if I say yes… it did come to mind just now.”
The answer was a bit ambiguous, but the group could easily extract the core meaning—Qin Luo had indeed written the song for Ji Yan.
With that, Li Xuan nodded and went back to watching the video he had just recorded.
Han Yiqun called everyone over to play games, but Li Xuan stayed focused on his video. Wang Chen joined in on the gaming session, but Qin Luo, not really in the mood to play, lay back on his bed and began scrolling through his phone.
Opening WeChat, he noticed a red notification—someone had sent him a friend request.
When Qin Luo clicked on it, his expression became a little complicated.
The friend request message was simple: four words—I’m Ji Yan.
Qin Luo hesitated for about three seconds before finally accepting.
Ji Yan: Hello.
Qin Luo: …Hello.
Where had this weird awkwardness come from?
Qin Luo pursed his lips and asked, “How did you get my contact?”
Ji Yan: The student council keeps records of student information. I asked Jia Ting to look it up and found your WeChat.
Qin Luo: …Okay. So, what do you need?
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After sending the message, Qin Luo waited a few minutes without getting a reply, but he didn’t pay it much attention and instead continued scrolling through short videos.
In Dorm 606.
Ji Yan lay on her bed, holding her phone with both hands, her thumbs hovering over the screen.
I was too impulsive earlier, don’t mind it—deleted.
It was just an accident, forget about it—deleted.
Wanna grab lunch together this weekend?—deleted.
I like you—deleted.
She typed out several messages, only to delete them all before sending. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, a hint of frustration clouding her face, making her appear particularly endearing.
“How do I say it so it won’t sound too forced…” Ji Yan murmured to herself, feeling like she was facing the hardest challenge of her life.
Never before had she imagined a day when she would struggle so much over sending a single message.
Even when she was about to add Qin Luo on WeChat, she had hesitated for a long time before gathering the courage to click ‘Add.’
As for how she got his contact, it was exactly as she said—through Jia Ting.
After seeing the picture of Qin Luo carrying Jia Ting princess-style, Ji Yan had been secretly sulking, glaring at Jia Ting with her small, jealous eyes for quite a while.
Though Jia Ting felt a bit wronged, she also had an inexplicable sense of guilt. Using her position as the vice president of the student council, she found Qin Luo’s contact information and handed it over to Ji Yan.
After receiving Qin Luo’s WeChat, Ji Yan had only nodded calmly, but the subtle joy in her eyes gave away her excitement, causing her to quickly forget all about the princess-carry incident.
However, now an even bigger challenge lay before her.
How could she deepen her relationship with Qin Luo?
What message should she send that wouldn’t seem inappropriate?
Ji Yan thought and thought, but nothing seemed right. She also felt like Qin Luo’s reply was a bit too formal, possibly because he was still upset with her for suddenly kissing him.
The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became. She almost sent an apology several times, but at the same time, she felt a little wronged.
I’m a girl who took the initiative to kiss you—why should I be the one to apologize?
That was what she thought, but she certainly didn’t dare say it out loud. Instead, she spent ages browsing online for advice on how to talk to boys, but none of the tips seemed trustworthy.
After much deliberation, she finally mustered the courage to type out a message.
On the other end, Qin Luo, who had been scrolling through short videos, saw a notification pop up on his screen—it was a message from Ji Yan.
Ji Yan: Do you have time tomorrow?
