Rejected by the Campus Belle, I Find My True Love

Do these people always play tricks like this in the game? Is that why they refuse friend requests, to avoid being cussed out?

Yao Mei obviously hadn’t realized her own problem yet. She just felt very indignant and that she had to get even.

Do I really have to add her as a friend?

After clicking on Si Wen’s profile, she hesitated.

Mainly, it’s because her insults are truly vicious. If I try to curse back, I don’t think I can win. What if I just get cussed out again? The loss would definitely outweigh the gain.

The indignant Yao Mei wavered back and forth on Si Wen’s profile page. Soon, she discovered a key issue.

Well-Mannered or Not... this person seems to be... that famous blogger on Weibo!

Si Wen’s gaming ID was known by almost every Weibo user, so Yao Mei quickly realized that the person who had just cursed her out was, in fact, Si Wen.

"It really is her!"

Yao Mei finally understood why she had been berated. Si Wen often posted gaming videos, most of which featured her cursing out other players. However, she primarily targeted the bizarre ones. For players who were genuinely bad at the game, she would patiently teach them how to play. It was precisely because of this that her popularity on Weibo remained high, and this approach had brought her even more fans. Yao Mei was one of them.

In the past, she had relished watching Si Wen scold those oddball players, never expecting that one day she would become one herself.

At the thought, her face flushed red with embarrassment.

Adding Si Wen as a friend now would just be asking for humiliation.

Of course, she wasn’t going to do something like that.

Immediately afterward, she went back to look at the other players’ profiles. It had been obvious during the game that Si Wen was very familiar with the rest of the team. Then, while looking back at Xue Yang’s profile, she discovered something incredible.

This person... seems to be the founder of this game.

Yao Mei went to Si Wen’s Weibo to look for evidence. Then she went to the official King’s Game account and finally found Xue Yang’s Weibo. There, under one of his few posts, she found his ID.

Facing the Sun.

It meant to face life with the positivity and optimism of the sun, bringing warmth to others. She recalled the events of the game, which didn’t seem to match the name at all... but that wasn’t important. What was important was that I just played a game with the founder of the game!

She had been playing King’s Game ever since it went online and never imagined that one day she would meet its founder.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Yao Mei rushed to Xue Yang’s Weibo to leave a comment, posting screenshots as well. One of them was a picture of her character latched onto Xue Yang’s as he led her to suicide into a tower. However, she had framed the screenshot skillfully, making it look as though Xue Yang was tanking the tower’s damage to save her.

She captioned it:

[I’ve been gaming for so long and finally met President Xue. He’s just like his name, so incredibly caring. He saved me without a second thought! Meeting him has been the happiest moment of my gaming career. I really wish I could play with him every day, but unfortunately, he’s too busy.]

Without a doubt, this comment was quickly shared and went viral.

Yao Mei’s Weibo account, "Yao Yao is Not a Freeloader," also quickly entered the public eye.

After all, the first seasonal tournament for King’s Game was just two days away. The competition was undoubtedly the hottest topic recently, so one could only imagine the level of hype.

"Wow, marking this for later. Hope I get lucky enough to play a round with President Xue too."

"I ran into him once too. I gotta say, President Xue’s skills are no joke. I bet if he competed himself, no one else would stand a chance."

"What? President Xue is going to compete himself? Is that true?"

"Same question +1"

"+2"

"+1000"

"..."

While Weibo was blowing up over this, Xue Yang remained blissfully unaware. After spending a few hours in their new house, he and the others returned to the village.

By the time they got home, the sun was about to set, and gusts of evening breeze swept away the day’s heat.

Xue Yang suggested that he take Lin Xi and Si Wen to the creek they had seen yesterday to catch fish.

"Catch fish? Oh, yeah! Let’s go! I’ve never done that before. I’ve been cooped up in the house all day and I’m about to go stir-crazy."

Si Wen clapped her hands in excitement.

A smile graced Lin Xi’s face as well.

Xue Xing retorted dismissively, "Does playing games all day count as being ’cooped up’?"

Si Wen made a show of rolling up her sleeves to hit him. "Shut it. No one will think you’re a mute."

"Am I wrong?"

Si Wen was about to make a move, but then she remembered she was a guest and turned to ask, "Xue Yang, if I actually beat up your brother, it wouldn’t cause any trouble, right?"

"Xiao Xi, let’s go pick out some fishing nets," Xue Yang said, taking Lin Xi’s hand and nonchalantly heading to the storeroom.

Yes, my little brother could definitely use a lesson. I don’t remember him being this cheeky before.

Seeing his older brother and sister-in-law ditching him, Xue Xing panicked. "Big bro! You can’t just leave me here!"

"It’s no use, even if you scream your head off," Si Wen said, forcefully twisting his palm backward.

"OW, OW, OW! I was wrong! I was wrong! Please, let me go! I’ll never run my mouth again!"

"Isn’t this what you always do? Beg for mercy and then do it again the next time?"

"I really mean it this time! OW! Big sis, I’m begging you, please let me go!"

Xue Xing always used this tactic to get Si Wen to let him go, but this time, she had no intention of letting him off so easily.

A series of pained yelps echoed through the yard.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the racket. "What are you two doing?"

Xue Xing turned his head, and upon seeing who it was, immediately scrambled out of Si Wen’s grip. "Mom!"

Si Wen watched, dumbfounded, as Xue Xing slipped from her grasp like a fish.

So, he could have escaped this whole time? He was just letting me bully him.

A strange feeling bloomed in Si Wen’s heart.

She didn’t really know why she always felt the urge to tease Xue Xing. Every time he said something that just begged for a beating, she couldn’t help but oblige. Maybe it’s because I don’t have a little brother of my own.

Yang Zhaodi gave Xue Xing a look of reproach, then turned to Si Wen with a warm smile. "You must be Si Wen, right? You’re so beautiful."

To the village folk, girls like Lin Xi and Si Wen were exceptionally striking. They left a deep impression on anyone who saw them. Of course, that was true not just in the countryside, but anywhere.

Si Wen responded graciously, "Hello, Auntie. I’m Si Wen. We were just messing around."

Si Wen felt a pang of guilt, having been caught bullying the woman’s son right in front of her.