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Who Goes Up and Who Goes Down
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Yan Ruoxi had been secretly in love with her senior for two years, and the news of his impending graduation felt like a chilling wind, ruthlessly blowing into Yan Ruoxi's once sunny world, shattering that beautiful illusion into pieces.
Yan Ruoxi was the kind of boy who instantly evoked sympathy. He was extremely slender, as if meticulously carved from the finest porcelain. His fair skin was almost translucent, as if it had never been directly touched by the sun.
His jet-black hair fell smoothly on either side of his shoulders, with naturally slight curls at the ends, resembling the edges of a dark nebula twinkling in the night sky. His large, watery eyes were like a clear, bottomless pool, and his long eyelashes resembled tiny fans that fluttered with each blink, exuding an indescribable innocence and purity.
Beneath his prominent nose were slightly pouting pink lips, reminiscent of a luscious cherry, always hinting at a shy demeanor.
During these two years of unrequited love, Yan Ruoxi felt like a small creature hiding in the corner, silently observing the one he adored. Every time he accidentally encountered his senior Lu Jinglan at school, his heart would race as if beating a hurried drum.
He was so nervous that he could only sneakily snap pictures of his senior with his phone, but his trembling hands always resulted in blurry images, capturing only vague outlines—his senior's handsome face barely discernible. Those photos served as subtle records of his youthful infatuation. Occasionally, when schoolwork allowed him to exchange a few words with Lu Jinglan, those brief interactions became the most treasured memories in his heart; beyond that, they had no other contact and not even a way to reach each other.
Through hard work and occasional flashes of cleverness, Yan Ruoxi accidentally gained admission to this prestigious university located in a big city.
He came from an ordinary small county town and felt like an ugly duckling among the wealthy second-generation students at school who radiated confidence and affluence. It seemed as though there was an insurmountable chasm between them.
The senior he admired, Lu Jinglan, was from a well-off family. Tall and upright, he resembled a proud pine standing in a forest. His face looked like it had been sculpted by ancient Greek artists—deeply contoured and captivating.
His deep-set eyes resembled a mysterious night sky, with twinkling stars interwoven with endless wisdom and charm. His straight nose stood tall in the center of his face, its lines strong yet elegant.
The slight upward curve of his lips always bore an elusive smile, as if everything in the world was under his control. Though his attire appeared understated, those in the know could immediately recognize that he wore expensive designer brands worth five figures. Yan Ruoxi understood that even if he devoted his entire life to striving for success, he would never reach Lu Jinglan's starting point.
Now that he could still catch glimpses of Lu Jinglan around campus from afar, it felt like seeing a faint light in the darkness for Yan Ruoxi. However, once outside the campus, he believed that with his background, he might not even be worthy enough to serve as Lu Jinglan's servant—let alone hope for any chance encounters.
On this day, Yan Ruoxi felt as if his soul had been drained; he became listless. Since learning about his senior's upcoming graduation that morning, he wore a frown on his delicate face as if shrouded by a layer of gloom.
After class, he left the classroom like a lost soul wandering aimlessly, showing no interest in the delicious aromas wafting from the cafeteria. He trudged back to his dormitory with heavy steps; it was dark inside and empty without his roommates—like a forgotten corner shrouded in darkness.
Yan Ruoxi did not turn on the lights; instead, he quietly crawled back into bed like an injured little creature and drew the curtains shut. In this small enclosed space, he finally allowed himself to let out the sadness and despair that had long been suppressed within him.
Leaning against the wall with his body curled up tightly, his slender form appeared even more fragile. His gaze became vacant as it fixated on the screen of his phone; the faint glow illuminated his sorrowful face while he remained motionless as if time had frozen around him. Inside him swirled a tumult of complex emotions colliding and intertwining yet remaining unexpressed.
After some time, a glistening tear slowly rolled down from his star-like eyes and fell onto the phone screen with a soft "plop," echoing loudly in the stillness of darkness.
Soon after, more tears began to fall like pearls slipping from a broken string—one after another. Gradually, muffled sobs escaped from Yan Ruoxi's mouth; like a helpless child, he hugged his legs tightly and buried his face deep between them. His body began to tremble uncontrollably in the darkness as he cried bitterly—a pitiful sight indeed.
"Woo..."
Yan Ruoxi didn't even know why he was crying so sadly. Perhaps it was for the unreciprocated love he had silently nurtured over the past two years, perhaps it was for the impending farewell, or maybe it was the deep despair he felt about the insurmountable distance between himself and Senior Lu Jinglan.
He cried like this until his eyes were swollen and red, resembling two ripe peaches, and only when his tears ran dry did he slowly stop.
He fumbled around by the bedside for a while, grabbed a few tissues, and gently wiped away the remaining tears and snot on his face. Then, as if driven by an invisible force, he picked up his phone and opened the school's gossip forum.
This was Yan Ruoxi's habit; whenever he felt hopeless about his unrequited love, he would open the forum. Seeing other fans of Lu Jinglan posting about how unattainable he was would give him a strange sense of satisfaction, secretly grateful that at least he had spoken to Lu Jinglan a few times, which was better than those who could only admire him from afar.
However, this time, when he entered the school's gossip forum again, what he saw hit him like a bolt from the blue, striking hard at his already fragile heart.
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Original Poster
I saw it with my own eyes; there are pictures to prove it! The incredibly handsome and wealthy Lu Jinglan is in a relationship with a guy! His partner is Xiao Linfeng from the same year. It’s said that Xiao Linfeng comes from the famous Xiao Family.
I saw them holding hands while shopping in a luxury store at the mall next door, laughing and chatting together. The two handsome guys look quite compatible; it's quite a sight to behold.
Looks like the little fans are going to be heartbroken now~
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Yan Ruoxi trembled as he clicked on the picture. The image was somewhat blurry, showing only two indistinct figures.
The lighting in the picture was dim, making it hard to tell if they were really holding hands, but their bodies were very close together. Based on the experience accumulated from secretly observing Lu Jinglan over the past two years, Yan Ruoxi could almost confirm that the one on the left wearing black was indeed Lu Jinglan.
He widened his already swollen eyes and stared intently at the two figures in his phone. His mind buzzed like a swarm of bees, chaotic and disordered.
He gritted his teeth; the weak and obedient demeanor he once had vanished without a trace, replaced by a stubbornness and unwillingness born from anger. He muttered fiercely under his breath, "Compatible my ass!"
Yan Ruoxi was so angry that his head felt dizzy. In the two years he had secretly admired Lu Jinglan, he had never heard of Lu Jinglan being close to anyone. Now, just before graduation, a boyfriend suddenly appeared.
It was so close; once Lu Jinglan graduated, he could finally let go. But now, at this moment, he had to face such a blow, as if someone were forcing a pile of filth into his mouth—so disgusting.
“Xiao Linfeng…” Yan Ruoxi silently noted the name in his mind.
He quickly scrolled through the comments, which included expressions of regret, blessings, anger, and even some bored guesses about who was the 1 and who was the 0. Various comments flooded in, but none stirred much emotion within him.
Suddenly, Yan Ruoxi's finger paused sharply as his gaze landed on one particular comment.
“Who cares who is the 1 and who is the 0? Anyway, being a 1 or a 0 is not as good as being a 3. So what if they have boyfriends? A mistress can help resolve that. I don’t believe this rich second generation would only stick to the flower at home; wildflowers outside are definitely more exciting.”
Mistress… Mistress!
Right! Since you insist on hurting me so cruelly, I won’t just swallow my anger. I will be the mistress who breaks you apart.
A near-paranoid determination gradually surfaced in Yan Ruoxi's eyes. He slowly raised his hand, his slender fingers gently brushing against his cheek, feeling his smooth skin.
He thought to himself that although he came from a poor background, his looks were still outstanding. Since childhood, people around him had praised him for being clean and beautiful, like a delicate porcelain doll. He believed he had enough capital to be a mistress!
Didn’t they say you two were a perfect match? I will break you apart; I want both of you to fall deeply in love with me! I will make your relationship fall apart completely!
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