After watching the two teachers leave, Huang Yifan adjusted his tone and began to play and sing again.
The songs he sang were varied, including pop songs, folk songs, and campus ballads.
He had never received professional vocal training, nor was he a professional singer. But sometimes life was simply unfair. Huang Yifan not only had a handsome face and figure that could make countless girls fall for him, but he was also blessed with a uniquely captivating and beautiful voice.
"Li Luozhi."
After singing a few songs, Huang Yifan was about to take a break.
At that moment, a figure appeared ahead.
It was a girl.
She wore a green dress, its hem fluttering gently in the breeze.
Yet, although Li Luozhi had arrived, she simply stood there quietly watching him, without stepping forward.
Seeing her, Huang Yifan let out a bitter smile.
During their three years of high school, Li Luozhi had attended No. 3 High School, while Huang Yifan went to No. 2. They weren't in the same school. However, during holidays, she often returned to Xinfeng and would invite old classmates to hang out together. Naturally, Huang Yifan was among them.
He understood her feelings.
But truthfully, he wasn't attracted to this type of academically outstanding girl. Of course, Zhang Huiping had also become a top student, but in Huang Yifan's eyes, she was very different from Li Luozhi.
Still, Li Luozhi had never confessed to him.
So there was nothing for him to reject.
He hadn't expected to run into her here today.
And that made things awkward.
Being liked by someone could feel nice.
But Huang Yifan wasn't the type to toy with emotions. If he didn't like someone, he didn't like them. At his mental age, he could be direct.
But how could he say it?
Reject her outright? That would be presumptuous. What if she replied, "I never liked you anyway"?
Of course, that was unlikely, but he still wouldn't handle it that way.
With a sigh, Huang Yifan picked up his guitar again and began singing a new song.
"The organ in the classroom rings softly,
like the sound of your confession, gentle and light.
I smile as I watch you finish your letter,
then turn away as you leave.
I like your neat handwriting,
and the care within it…"
It was a song from his previous life, Angela Chang's 'My Dear, That Isn't Love'.
The melody and lyrics were equally moving.
But the reason he chose this song carried a deeper meaning.
"You said holding hands meant a promise,
But my dear, that isn't love.
Like a shooting star, before you can make a wish,
no matter how beautiful, it can only belong to the past.
Promises too beautiful are made in youth,
but my dear, that isn't love.
Like a spirit lost in the wrong forest,
that love is transparently mistaken…"
The song ranged from low to high notes, but for Huang Yifan's voice, it posed no challenge.
What mattered was one line:
"My dear, that isn't love."
That line captured the essence of the song.
No matter how caring, how warm, how close it seemed…
Love was something different.
Only when sparks truly flew could it be called love.
Otherwise, it was something else.
Perhaps just friendship.
Many people confuse the two.
"My dear, that isn't love."
This was what Huang Yifan wanted to tell Li Luozhi.
But he couldn't say it directly.
So he sang it instead.
Unlike most confessions rejected outright, this moment was still painful.
But within that pain, there was also gentleness.
It wasn't rejection born of dislike.
It was something softer, more poetic.
Yet despite that, tears streamed down the girl's face as she covered it and cried.
Then…
After a long while, she wiped her tears.
She looked once more at the boy playing and singing, reluctant to leave, as if wanting to hold onto the moment.
But in the end, she slowly turned away.
Huang Yifan knew.
This was the best ending.
…
Breaking the engagement.
Ye Fan had been rejected.
Damn it.
What kind of man could endure this?
Wuyue had originally thought that, upon seeing the protagonist being rejected in the first chapter, he would drop the book immediately.
But unexpectedly, not only did he keep reading, he was completely drawn in.
And furious.
How could anyone humiliate someone like this?
This wasn't just a slap in the face.
It was far worse.
The engagement had been made when the protagonist was a genius.
Now that he had fallen, they came to break it.
Shameless.
Didn't they consider that he might rise again?
That he might become a genius once more?
If that happened, it would be the ultimate comeback.
As a man, Wuyue knew exactly how devastating such humiliation was.
Being publicly rejected like that would be a lifelong disgrace.
Not just being looked down upon.
A permanent stain.
And that level of humiliation created intense anger and anticipation.
Something most xuanhuan novels couldn't achieve.
Thankfully, aside from the hateful fiancée, there was another female character who comforted Ye Fan.
At least someone had insight.
But the most intriguing part was the mysterious old sword master inside Ye Fan.
Wuyue instantly recognized it as the story's "cheat."
The key to Ye Fan's comeback.
The anticipation exploded.
"Ye Fan, keep going."
"I'm rooting for you."
"When you get stronger, crush that Li family."
Before he knew it, he had finished both chapters.
"What? That's it?"
Seeing no more chapters, Wuyue almost smashed his keyboard.
He took a sip of water to calm down.
"Damn… I got completely immersed."
Slapping his forehead, he cursed himself.
He was supposed to be reviewing a manuscript.
How had he become just another reader?
It reminded him of when he first read 'How a Bad Guy Is Made'.
Back then, he had also been completely pulled in.
But this…
This was even stronger.
That novel brought excitement.
This one brought excitement, anger, and overwhelming anticipation.
Even now, he wanted to know—
What happens next?
Could Ye Fan break through his cultivation barrier with the sword master's guidance?
When would he take revenge?
That fiancée was powerful, and her family even more so.
This wouldn't be resolved quickly.
And that girl who supported him.
She added something deeper.
A reminder that not everything was darkness.
That someone still believed in him.
Encouraged him.
Waited for him.
Even that alone was enough to keep reading.
And she was a girl.
If everyone doubted you, but one person stood by you and said, "I believe in you"...
That alone could drive a man to rise again.
Filled with shock and disbelief, Wuyue re-evaluated the book.
After three years, he had finally found a work that broke free from the noob-style formula.
His hands trembled.
After just two chapters, he sent a contract offer to the author 'Nirvana'.
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Glossary:
Song: (張韶涵) Angela Zhang - (親愛的那不是愛情) My Dear, That Isn't Love
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