I Heard That I am a HeartBreaker - Chapter 13

Song Ya admitted that she should bear some of the responsibility for this, but once a person’s desires are satisfied, they become difficult to appease. When she realized that even though she did something wrong, the other person was still willing to be with her, the deepest, most secret desires in her heart were quietly stirred.

No one can refuse a person who will always forgive you, but Song Ya only wished that the other person would always forgive her, and clearly, that was impossible.

In a sense, Qiu Shuang “loved” everyone equally. The thought of this made Song Ya incredibly jealous, especially when Chen Wanjun appeared in their world. Song Ya even wanted to kill her.

Was she, Song Ya, really that bad? Wasn’t she beautiful?

Moreover, she was richer than Chen Wanjun. While her academic performance was a little worse, the most basic requirement for love between people was money. How many waves in the tide of reality could a love without material basis withstand?

However, the facts proved that young love didn’t need any reason, or the addition of any prerequisites.

Qiu Shuang fell in love with the penniless Chen Wanjun. Even though she knew it might be a new trap, she did it anyway, as she always had, because she was simply in too much pain. At least Chen Wanjun had briefly given her a glimpse of hope for escape.

“Don’t be angry.”

See? It was like this again. Once again, Qiu Shuang easily forgave Song Ya, even placing the blame on herself, despite being the true victim.

“That’s enough, stop talking! Why do you always have to be like this!”

Hearing Song Ya’s words, Qiu Shuang lowered her eyes. Why were people so strange?

The problem could have been solved by following the previous formula, yet they insisted on changing it. Wasn’t the way she was right now exactly what the other person wanted?

Why the anger now? Why pretend to be a good person?

If you truly want to atone, then go die.

Under prolonged duress, Qiu Shuang had learned another defense mechanism: silence.

Or to treat herself as invisible, because she discovered that people didn’t seem to be interested in transparent things.

Just like her constantly arguing parents; they would be very happy to see a silent Qiu Shuang.

“Why can’t you be the best?”

“Why can’t you get a perfect score?”

“Why can’t you be excellent forever?”

Qiu Shuang had a pretty face, but her expressionless demeanor and perpetual silence turned her into a strange outsider.

Qiu Shuang had once thought she would be a silent person her whole life, but then Song Ya burst into her world.

“You’re quite pretty. Be my little follower.”

“You want me to follow you around every day? I don’t want to.”

Song Ya was already annoyed from transferring to a new school. Her mood had just brightened upon seeing a beautiful deskmate, but she quickly discovered the person was a block of wood.

“Nonsense. Otherwise, how can you call it a follower?”

So, Qiu Shuang was forced to have the first “friend” in her life.

Because it was a self-proclaimed title by the other person, Qiu Shuang never truly considered Song Ya a friend. After all, judging from Song Ya’s attitude, she seemed to be nothing more than the other’s servant.

“Why aren’t you speaking? Do you hate me?”

“…”

“Qiu Shuang? Don’t know her. Seems like a weirdo who only knows how to study. No one likes her.”

Children’s jealousy is often the purest. Some might envy her beautiful looks, others her consistently excellent grades.

She seemed perfect, but soon this seemingly perfect person was proven flawed by so-called deficiencies.

“She doesn’t talk to us. She doesn’t want to be our friend. So, she’s a weirdo.”

Qiu Shuang had briefly been grateful to Song Ya.

“Get out of the way! Didn’t you hear me? Qiu Shuang is my friend! Only I get to tell her what to do. What kind of low-life scum are you? If I see you again, I’ll send you home with broken legs.”

“…Song Ya, fighting is not good.”

“What are you afraid of? My family has money. I can afford the compensation. My mom said anyone who bullies me, break their hands and feet, and gouge out their eyes.”

If only she hadn’t passed that alley that day.

“Song Ya, we agreed on five hundred yuan to isolate her. Time to pay up.”

All sweet things, it seems, are always wrapped in arsenic.

“You shouldn’t be like this, Shuang shuang. You should be angry and make me apologize to you.”

“But haven’t we always been like this before?”

Song Ya silently covered her face. Everything she had done in the past, at this very moment, came back like a boomerang and hit her. She was suffering for the self-congratulatory joy she had felt in the past.

The only thing she could do in this life was pray that Qiu Shuang would always tolerate her, or that the other person was truly magnanimous. Otherwise, they would have no relationship left.

The remainder of this life would end at “friends,” perhaps never taking a single step forward.

“…I’ll take you back to school. If Chen Wanjun bothers you, call me anytime. Don’t be afraid of causing trouble. I’ve got your back.”

Qiu Shuang didn’t say anything, looking at the other person’s inexplicably changing expression. She wouldn’t ask either. After all, this was all that was required between her and Song Ya.

She helped the other person, provided emotional value, acted like a little maid, and the other person offered her “protection,” money, and privilege.

They were the best contractual “friends.”

“Okay. I’ll contact you if I have any issues. I need to go. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye…”

After saying goodbye to Song Ya and returning to her dorm room, Qiu Shuang sighed. She had never imagined her dorm life and university experience would become so colorful.

Thinking this, Qiu Shuang glanced at the junior (roommate) who was sleeping.

She had just managed to resolve one issue, and now there was another one in front of her. What should she do now?

The moment Qiu Shuang walked in, Qi Sijiao immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

She heard the faint sounds of the other person taking off her clothes and going to the bathroom.

Qi Sijiao thought she was crazy, or rather, that this behavior was perverted. She was fantasizing about the other person’s body as they took off their clothes.

Even though she couldn’t see or touch, she could only hear the sound of fabric brushing against skin.

Qi Sijiao thought she had exposed herself too soon. If she had maintained the identity of a normal person or a straight girl, she wouldn’t be in this dilemma now.

Since the strange sleepwalking incident, Qiu Shuang didn’t dare to wear clothes that were too short.

She was only wearing a short-sleeved top and shorts. Qiu Shuang actually wanted to wear longer clothes, but it was just too hot; she truly couldn’t stand it.

This desire only burned hotter after learning that the other person was also a lesbian. That strange woman—Qi Sijiao finally figured her out after all the recent self-reflection. After learning what the other person had done, Qi Sijiao almost burst out laughing. She had never seen such a pure poseur in her life.

The other person loved her, and she was aloof; the other person lost interest and got a girlfriend, and she kissed them beautifully. Thinking of this, Qi Sijiao recalled Chen Jining, who had left the dorm. She was beginning to dislike the other person.

Qi Sijiao didn’t know why the other person went abroad or why she broke up with her upperclassman (Qiu Shuang), and she didn’t know why Qiu Shuang rarely mentioned the other person. Anyway, based on her understanding of her upperclassman, the upperclassman was always right.

The cheap old woman who went abroad and the schemer who wanted to get back together should never appear in her upperclassman’s world again. Qi Sijiao felt that she was the woman better suited for her upperclassman.

Thinking of this, she even felt a little proud. She thought she was excellent, both smart and young, definitely a thousand times better than those two. And more importantly, she was already out.

Based on this point alone, Qi Sijiao felt she could defeat everyone. Although her coming out as a lesbian had caused a difficult scene at home, Qi Sijiao’s parents eventually compromised, considering their child’s lifelong happiness.

After finishing her shower, Qiu Shuang changed into her clothes and prepared to get into bed. Since the last time the other person inexplicably lay in her bed, Qiu Shuang felt that she probably needed to keep her distance. After all, lesbians should probably maintain an appropriate distance from other lesbians.

And was the other person truly “sleepwalking”?

Qiu Shuang hoped the other person was a normal person. Otherwise, she wouldn’t mind adding another name to her plan.

She turned over, but she didn’t notice that the tightly closed eyes had quietly opened, staring intently at her exposed leg outside her shorts.

Qi Sijiao felt she was probably sick. In fact, she had realized she was different from other girls since childhood. She felt no shyness or awkwardness towards boys, only an innate sense of annoyance and competitiveness.

She resented those men who could so easily snatch away women’s attention.

From that day on, Qi Sijiao roughly understood: she liked women.

Qi Sijiao didn’t think she was a casual person, or perhaps she carried a certain unsavory trait, but she thought it was only natural.

Qi Sijiao believed that her partner must be a woman who was well-rounded in ethics, intelligence, physical fitness, and aesthetics—someone she could proudly take out.

Perhaps her standards were too high or her requirements too numerous, so she had no previous partners before formally entering university. Until the day she walked into the dorm room, she couldn’t forget what she saw that day.

The girl was quietly reading a book. Sunlight fell across the delicate fuzz on her profile and her long eyelashes.

The first thing Qi Sijiao saw were the blue veins beneath the pale skin. She thought the other person was simply too fair.

Everything that happened next was truly beyond her control. Qi Sijiao thought she was making no sense.

She had fallen in love at first sight with a stranger.

Even though she didn’t even know the other person’s name, her body reacted sooner than her soul.

“Upperclassman, I like you.”

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