The daily life of a crazy female supporting character trying to redeem herself.

Yan Su no longer had the courage to watch any further.

He left quickly without looking back, not caring whether the noise he made would alert Liang Qing and Song Zhiji.

What exactly happened between Liang Qing and Song Zhiji?

If he could at first manage to lie to himself that they met privately for other reasons, how could he explain the ambiguous relationship between them just now?

Liang Qing's profile was obscured by her hair, so he couldn't see her expression, but he could clearly see the look in Song Zhiji's eyes, which was definitely not innocent.

Song Zhiji liked Liang Qing.

But when did this happen?

Yan Su had seen Song Zhiji in an elective course and had also overheard others secretly discussing him in class.

He sat at the very back. People in the back of the classroom had more privacy than those in the front, so they would occasionally chat secretly.

Yan Su had heard them talk about Qin Zhouyu, Liang Qing, and Song Zhiji.

The Song Zhiji they described was an outstanding person, with a superior family background and appearance. He was not arrogant because of his good grades, but instead treated people with gentleness and politeness, and basically had no flaws.

He had briefly observed him because of what they said and found that it was indeed very similar to what they said. However, at that time, he never realized that he and Liang Qing had any relationship other than being classmates in the same major.

When exactly did things change?

Yan Su desperately tried to recall when his relationship, which had been a model of love, began to crack.

The next day, he kept thinking about it even in class, but he couldn't come up with an answer no matter how hard he tried.

He only realized that school was over when the bell rang and someone walked past his seat.

Yan Su sat in the last row of the classroom and looked out the window. The sun had been blocked by the sunset, and the clouds of various colors, whether red, purple, or yellow, had gradually faded.

It's another evening.

Yan Su did not go to the grove to smoke today; he simply sat motionless in his spot.

No matter what class Yan Su was in, he always liked to sit in the last row. This was not just because he was tall, but because he wanted to minimize his presence and reduce the chances of others peeping at him.

He hated people who approached him because of his appearance; none of them wanted to really get to know him.

They would only ask him what type of girls or boys he liked, never what kind of books he liked.

They might confess their feelings to him after knowing him for only a few days, or skip the confession altogether and directly express their desire to sleep with him.

Sex, everyone is driven by sex.

He said that in their eyes, Su only had sexual value.

He said his family is rich, but so what?

Throughout the entire circle, everyone knows that his father is capable of eating anything and has to have a taste of any woman.

His mother was a socialite who used her beauty to navigate the world of the powerful and wealthy. After hooking up with a foreign businessman who was even richer than his father, she went abroad with that man.

Those who know the inside story will guess whether he is as promiscuous as his father when they hear his name, and they will wonder whether he, like his mother, uses his looks to curry favor with people of higher status than him when they see his face.

Indeed, his appearance was enough to attract everyone's attention as soon as he appeared, but he preferred that others not look at him.

What good is their outward respect because of his status? They look at him with either contempt or frivolity.

He knew they looked down on him.

But he also looked down on them; he loathed them and felt nauseous at the sight of their forced smiles.

They wear expensive suits and formal wear, yet their hearts are dirtier than the deepest sludge in the sewers.

Even the most fragrant perfume couldn't mask the stench emanating from their very bones.

These situations were not unique to him after he became an adult; they were common even before he reached adulthood.

His father made no secret of bringing women home when he was a child.

You can even do it right in front of him.

There was once a woman who planned to make a move against him.

That woman was one of his father's lovers.

He could no longer remember what she looked like.

But he remembered her long, white legs very clearly.

That woman usually behaved improperly towards him when his father was present.

But he was still young, and a boy, so his father just thought the woman was teasing him.

One day, her father called her to his house, but he had something come up and couldn't come. At that moment, the woman made no attempt to hide her filth.

Her two legs wrapped around his neck like two pythons, suffocating him.

Her hands groped over his body, pressing him down firmly no matter how much he resisted.

If Yan Mo and Yan Yu hadn't happened to be home, he couldn't imagine what kind of disaster he would have encountered.

Yan Su rarely thinks about his childhood because it's too painful to recall.

But those memories were deeply etched in his mind, and they would surface at any moment, turning into a sharp blade that would stab into his heart.

He abhorred sex, and because he abhorred sex, he did not believe in love.

He believed that love was merely a fig leaf for sex.

He had heard his father whisper sweet nothings to women, and he had also heard women express their feelings for his father.

The most frequently mentioned topic is love.

If this is love, then love is nothing more than this.

Seeing Liang Qing and Qin Zhouyu in the grove made him believe in love for the first time.

But the scene between Liang Qing and Song Zhiji in the grove made his belief waver.

At this moment, Yan Su was not completely desperate.

He observed Qin Zhouyu and Liang Qing again and found that there was indeed a problem between them.

They no longer wore the same style of clothing, Liang Qing's notebook no longer appeared on Qin Zhouyu's desk, and Liang Qing no longer appeared in the stands when Qin Zhouyu played ball.

They must have broken up, Yan Su thought.

If they break up, then the relationship between Liang Qing and Song Zhiji will simply be a normal romantic one.

Although Yan Su was somewhat disappointed that love was not as perfect as he had imagined, he was also glad that love was not as dirty as he had thought.

At least, this relationship was once sincere and pure.

But why?

Why did they have to let Yan Su bump into Liang Qing again in the grove?

The people around Liang Qing have changed again.

It was neither Qin Zhouyu nor Song Zhiji.

It was Su Heng.

The same scene played out before his eyes again, like a rerun of a TV drama, except for the male lead, the same actions, and the same lines.

There's also the male protagonist's affection for the female protagonist.

After hearing Liang Qing say again, "Why are your ears red?" Yan Su was furious.

This is not a coincidence, nor is it a normal development.

Liang Qing did it on purpose.