This superpower is unreliable.

It was around eight or nine in the morning, and the sun was shining brightly. The weather in the south in mid-March was warm, and the occasional spring breeze made the sunlight less annoying. The plants on the roadside naturally liked this kind of weather. Plants like azaleas, trumpet trees, and Bauhinia royala were in full bloom, lazily displaying their flowers, each pink but not competing for beauty.

Today is the weekend, so there are not as many students on campus as on weekdays, but there are still quite a few people. This Methodist University is a famous garden university and is considered one of the attractions in the city. When the flower season comes, the whole campus is full of flowers, attracting many tourists to check in and take photos. In order not to disturb the students' studies, the campus is open to the public at a limited time and quota every day. Despite this, there are still as many people visiting as flowers.

Wen Guzhi was one of the people who were enjoying the flowers at Methodist University. To be precise, he did not come here to visit the campus today, but just to find his disappointing cousin.

After all, he was a half-alumni, so this campus was not unfamiliar to him, except that he had only been studying at Methodist University for a little over a year. Wen Guzhi had not planned to enroll in this school at first, but he had no way to resist his mother's decision at the time, and his father would not care what he liked, so he could only stay here and study. It was just that not long after he settled down at Methodist University, Wen Guzhi had to rush to study abroad.

Of course, it was also my mother's decision.

Wen Guzhi didn't have a very good impression of Methodist University, but he usually liked to wander around the campus.

There is no special reason, just because I know how to love flowers from the past.

The brightly blooming flowers would add a little vitality to the boring world in his eyes. He especially loved crabapples, especially weeping crabapples. He felt that crabapples were delicate and soft, gorgeous but not coquettish, and really lovely.

To him, no one in this world is lovelier than flowers.

"What a nice weather today~"

In one of the girls' dormitories at Methodist University, besides Ling Ling who had just woken up, there was only Huang Chiyao who was sorting out documents.

Ling Ling stretched lazily and looked out the window. The sun was shining in, and the feeling of the sun shining on her body was like tea leaves just soaked in hot water. Her whole body relaxed.

She couldn't bear to waste the spring scenery, so she suggested, "Yaoyao, why don't we go out for a walk? Wouldn't it be nice to bask in the sun?"

Based on past experience, Huang Chiyao would most likely decline Ling Ling's invitation. After all, they were different majors, and Huang Chiyao's coursework was indeed heavier than Ling Ling's, which she could understand. However, Ling Ling still insisted on asking every time, and after asking more, Huang Chiyao would definitely nod.

Huang Chiyao is indeed very busy. For several days in a row, he has either been working on his thesis or preparing for the internship interview next week. In the morning, he is also organizing the materials needed for the interview and has not had much rest.

Ling Ling would be more relaxed. Her family was a little wealthy, and the family business they ran happened to have positions related to her major, so she had already booked an internship, which made her more relaxed than Huang Chiyao.

Huang Chiyao thought that since everything was almost ready, it would be nice to go out and relax, so he readily agreed: "Okay, go brush your teeth and wash your face, we'll change our clothes and go out."

Seeing that Huang Chiyao rarely refused her, Ling Ling immediately ran to brush her teeth excitedly: "Wait for me, I don't need to put on makeup, it will be quick!"

When Ling Ling came out after washing up, she saw Huang Chiyao's changed clothes. Although she was used to seeing it, she still couldn't help but sigh.

My eyes hurt a little.

Watching the yellow wings flap, she felt as if she was seeing a cherry tree with branches full of garbage bags of various colors hanging on it.

Huang Chiyao usually wears a T-shirt and jeans to go to class. Although the prints on the clothes are sometimes a bit messy, the style is simple and common, so there is nothing wrong with it, so it is acceptable.

Once she was going out, the clothes were really ugly and colorful.

Sometimes it's a dress with horizontal stripes of different thicknesses in four highly saturated colors; sometimes it's a jumpsuit with strange splicing that makes the waist look long and the legs look short; or it's a random combination of colors like yellow, purple, green, and pink; even more outrageous is a loose polo shirt that is obviously a men's style, but with leopard print.

Ling Ling couldn't figure out where Huang Chiyao got these ugly clothes from. She didn't even want to admit that her friend had actually carefully selected them.

Huang Chiyao is wearing this leopard print polo shirt. Maybe because it is not too long or too short, she also specially matched it with a pair of light blue wide-leg cropped pants.

So exciting.

Ling Ling felt that this was beyond the imagination of an ignorant human like her.

Having said that, Ling Ling would never force Huang Chiyao to change his aesthetic.

It’s not that no one has raised questions to Huang Chiyao, but Huang Chiyao himself didn’t think it was a big problem and didn’t care, so Ling Ling would not interfere with her friend’s personal preferences.

She could only comfort herself by saying, "Being pretty means being willful": Forget it, don't worry about it. Clothes are just external things. They only need to cover the body, keep warm and protect against dust. And she was satisfied just by looking at Yaoyao's face.

Yes, Huang Chi Yao’s aesthetic taste is not very good, but he is a handsome guy.

Even if she successfully blocks a group of people because her aesthetic taste is incompatible with the general public, there will still be many people who can ignore everything else in their sight because of her face.

Just after the two of them left the dormitory, they were stopped by a boy.

"Student Huang! What a coincidence!"

Ling Ling subconsciously turned half of her body to block Huang Chiyao's way.

The boy smiled and waved to Huang Chi.

Huang Chiyao frowned. She didn't quite recognize this person, and seeing that he could call out her last name, she thought he must be someone she had met once or twice at some school gatherings, so she just nodded, said "hello" and took Ling Ling away.

The boy rushed to the two of them and said, "Hey, don't leave yet! It's a rare opportunity to meet you. Let's take a walk together." He pointed to the flowers blooming nearby and said, "Look how beautiful these flowers are. I can take pictures for you! I'm a member of the photography club!"

After saying that, the boy looked Huang Chiyao up and down, first frowned and said, "It's just that your clothes today, Huang, are a little... weird. Was it your roommate who made a random suggestion? This completely ruins your beauty." Then he said confidently, "But it's okay. I have a good composition. I can completely avoid your clothes and make sure I only capture your face, which will definitely make you look prettier than the flowers. Look, you stand here first..."

Ling Ling was already a little impatient, and she was even more unhappy after hearing this, so she interrupted the boy directly: "No need, since you have an opinion about Yaoyao's clothes, there is no need to bother you to show off your skills. Yaoyao, let's go!"

"Oh! Stop it! I'm the one who doesn't know how to speak. I apologize!" The boy hurriedly stopped the two of them, "Auntie, Huang didn't say anything. Why are you talking so much?"

"What she said is what I said." Huang Chiyao was no longer polite, "Please be respectful."