I Heard That I am a HeartBreaker - Chapter 80

“Truthfully, sincerity is the most important thing. But how much value is there in a sincerity that can be obtained so casually? Eight times out of ten, it’s no different from a flower in a mirror or the moon reflected in water. So-called ‘soul-stirring’ moments are often nothing more than shedding one’s own crocodile tears.”

In the years gone by, Qiu Shuang never imagined that one day she would be caught in such an absurd dialectical argument: How does one identify true love? How does one choose it?

She had never thought about these things before. She had simply lived her life in solitude. Perhaps she would be a bit more “vivid” in front of her prey, but never too much—after all, hunting is a long game of waiting.

“I don’t understand why you all like me. Your values and mine are completely different.”

Xin Zhu looked at the messages that had stopped coming and lowered her eyes. She was furious, unsure of what to say. Perhaps it was a lapse in her own judgment that allowed someone to peel back her skin so easily, but for Xin Zhu, it wasn’t an insurmountable problem.

After all, a persona that is too perfect is bound to crack eventually. It was better to tear it all down now and be done with it.

Even though she had a backup plan, it didn’t mean Xin Zhu could swallow this insult. She had to retaliate. After cycling through everyone she knew, the only person capable of being so shameless as to pull something like this was Qi Sijiao.

Xin Zhu truly didn’t know why, in this life, she was destined to be pitted against such a woman.

That bitch Qi Sijiao. Does she think that by exposing me and making me lose my chance, she can just beautifully take my place? She’s dreaming.

It was impossible. Xin Zhu wouldn’t give her that opportunity. Just wait—she would find a way to crush her completely.

Xin Zhu closed her eyes, thinking about how to reply. Regardless, she had to stabilize the situation first, or there would be no way forward.

Any normal person would feel disgusted if someone they had a good impression of suddenly revealed a completely different face.

After staring at the screen for a moment, Qiu Shuang picked up her phone to reply to Xin Zhu. No matter what, she couldn’t let the relationship get too strained. To put it another way, the other person’s past had nothing to do with her. Their relationship was strictly defined as friends, and between friends, why care about past romantic histories?

“Junior, I’ve heard many things about you from others, but I won’t rely solely on one-sided stories. When school starts, I will continue to get to know you. I’m sorry about these incidents, but I don’t want our relationship to be built on deception. I look forward to us getting closer even more than you do. See you at school.”

After sending the message, Qiu Shuang tossed her phone aside. She had no interest in joining Qi Sijiao’s “debate.” She had to wake up early tomorrow; she had volunteer teaching duties.

Qi Sijiao wanted to say more, but seeing Qiu Shuang turn off the light and lie down, she understood the stance. She could only stare at the back of the other girl’s head and begin to indulge in her own fantasies.

She was starting to regret it now. If she had known, she would have acted more normally from the start and avoided all this. At worst, she just wouldn’t have come. Now that the relationship was in this state, what was she supposed to do?

Qi Sijiao truly regretted it. She should have bought a “Love Bible” or an “Advanced Guide to Human Relations” before setting out.

Otherwise, how could things have ended up like this? Looking at the current state of affairs, the other girl seemed completely unwilling to be with her.

But the sadness was only temporary. Soon, Qi Sijiao’s mind veered onto another track, and she began thinking of other things.

She thought that perhaps she was the lucky one. No one else had probably shared a bed with the Senior yet. Moreover, the blanket she was using might have been used by the Senior before.

Thinking this, Qi Sijiao felt revitalized. What was there to fear? At worst, she’d start from scratch. If the Senior gave her a beating, it would just be “ethereal love” transforming into “tangible hate.”

The next morning, Qiu Shuang fell into silence when she saw the other girl up early, helping her mother in the kitchen.

While Qi Sijiao chatted obediently with Qiu Shuang’s mother, she was also fishing for truths. Through snippets of conversation, Qi Sijiao seemingly discovered that the currently radiant Senior had been quite mediocre during her middle and high school years.

Qi Sijiao didn’t quite believe that someone so dazzling could have been “extinguished” in the past. At the very least, there should have been some rumors when school started, even if that was her original goal to find out.

Qi Sijiao didn’t believe these strange claims, so she waited for the results of her investigation. Even though she was paying extra, the information was still trickling in slowly.

Qi Sijiao had successfully hacked into Qiu Shuang’s high school forum, but searching for a large number of keywords yielded nothing regarding Qiu Shuang.

She didn’t believe that in this internet age, a person could leave absolutely no trace. As long as a person has a name, there should be some footprints.

There was only one answer: those unknown things had been secretly deleted by someone.

Qi Sijiao quickly locked onto a target: Song Ya. It was simple. The only person who perfectly fit the criteria of being with Qiu Shuang through both middle and high school was Song Ya.

Qi Sijiao had a bit of a headache. She had never considered the other girl a competitor, viewing her only as a naturally harmless fool.

It seemed she had underestimated her. Even a fool can have their day. Restoring those records would take time. While she waited, Qi Sijiao scrolled through the campus posts.

While flipping through these old threads, Qi Sijiao saw a painting—an unfinished half-portrait—but she didn’t care much and skipped past it.

Kids will be kids; it’s the same everywhere. Even if it’s called a campus forum, it’s usually just a “confession wall” or a place to vent.

Nothing serious—no “school beauties” or “school hunks” that shook the entire school. Most posts were about buying materials or asking about the cafeteria.

It was nothing like the schools in youth novels. Qi Sijiao felt she had been lied to. Those novels were definitely scams. To think people claimed it was because noble schools were different from ordinary ones, and that ordinary schools were full of “blood and wind.”

What a joke. From what Qi Sijiao could see, noble schools had way more drama than ordinary ones.

“I’m sorry.”

Qiu Shuang, who had woken up and was observing the dark circles under her eyes in the mirror, received a sudden, inexplicable apology.

“What are you planning to be sorry for? The events of the night before last, last night, or the things at school?”

Qiu Shuang didn’t understand why the other girl was suddenly apologizing. She was seriously wondering what was wrong with her. Saying “sorry” wasn’t enough even if Qi Sijiao said it ten thousand times. Now, a light “I’m sorry” was supposed to make her forgive her? She had never seen such thick skin.

Qiu Shuang wondered if Qi Sijiao had done something bad behind her back again. Did she blow up the kitchen? Or did she talk nonsense while chatting with her mom?

She felt that these few years of university were more “exciting” than the first decade of her life. It turned out there were so many lunatics on Earth.

“What happened?”

Qiu Shuang was silent. She felt her voice tremble slightly. She really couldn’t take it anymore. Whatever the other girl was about to say, it had better not be anything serious, okay?

Qiu Shuang knew Qi Sijiao wasn’t normal. Normal people don’t just show up at someone’s front door.

Qiu Shuang didn’t want to attack her, nor did she understand her family structure, but she was speechless. It seemed these people only liked her surface, and she didn’t want to understand their inner cores either. It was mutual, wasn’t it?

“I’m sorry. My ‘liking’ for you, Senior, seemed to make you unhappy. When you criticized me before, I just thought you hated those specific things. Thinking about it now, it’s really that I don’t understand your past and didn’t care about those things. I only wanted to feel the ‘good’ parts of you, and that was wrong.”

Qiu Shuang wanted to laugh after hearing this. Yes, such a simple truth in this world. People always seem to want to delete the news that is disadvantageous to them, unable to accept the whole.

But a qualified pursuer should be able to do those things, to understand those things. Why couldn’t they?

Thinking of this, Qiu Shuang decided not to obsess over it. This was her punishment—wasting her life and energy on unimportant things.

With that thought, Qiu Shuang looked at the other girl’s hair. It was no longer the multi-colored mess it used to be, but a solid black—though she could tell the tone was cool-toned; it must have been dyed.

Qiu Shuang thought back to the past. She had once braided her hair into a side-braid; it was her favorite hairstyle at the time. She had left the house very happily.

All she got was a “Not allowed” from Song Ya. After that, she never wore that style again, always keeping it loose or in a ponytail.

“Am I ugly?”

Qi Sijiao didn’t understand why Qiu Shuang would ask such a thing. It was clearly different from their previous topic—in fact, she had skipped over it entirely.

Qi Sijiao felt that anyone with normal vision wouldn’t think Qiu Shuang was ugly. Even if there were aesthetic differences, anyone who didn’t like Qiu Shuang’s look still couldn’t, in good conscience, call her an “ugly monster”—they’d have to admit she was a beauty.

To put it another way, if Qiu Shuang were just average-looking, would Qi Sijiao still like her this much? That question felt like an insult to herself, but Qi Sijiao had to admit: without a beautiful exterior, who would care about a beautiful interior? She was willing to be friends and wanted to take it further precisely because Qiu Shuang was beautiful.

So, why did the topic lead here? Qi Sijiao’s not-so-bright brain had a spark of insight. Could it be that the Senior was opening up her heart to her? Qi Sijiao could finally see another side of her.

That proved there must have been some shameless, neurotic, blind person in the past who had insulted the Senior and caused her a huge psychological shadow.

The fact that Qiu Shuang was proactively telling her meant she was willing to deepen their connection. This was a good thing!

Qi Sijiao felt this occasion was truly worth setting off firecrackers or letting out a cheer.

“Senior, you are so beautiful, who could possibly think you’re ugly? You must never listen to that kind of talk; it’s all lies. That person was PUA-ing you!”

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