Is Self-Redemption Really That Hard? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 22.2

“Classmate Lu, could I ask you something? Is now a good time?”

Once the usual air of distance around Lu Wuqi had disappeared, one of her classmates who’d been too nervous to approach her earlier finally mustered up the courage.

“Sure, what’s the question?” Lu Wuqi replied, turning part of her attention to him.

“It’s like this—the code I wrote follows the professor’s template, but I don’t understand why it won’t run properly.” The student quickly pulled out his tablet, his initial nervousness instantly replaced by an eager thirst for knowledge.

Most of the students at Capital University were top scorers from across the country. Given the school’s excellent academic atmosphere, it wasn’t unusual at all for them to start discussing research problems during breaks at a sports meet.

Lan Xu leaned in curiously. She couldn’t really follow their discussion, but she could tell that when a few lines of code were changed, the resulting output underwent a complete transformation.

After answering five students’ questions in a row, the results for the second relay team came out. Since that group didn’t have any specialized athletes, their top time was eleven and a half minutes—putting them in third overall.

“Lu Wuqi, you’re first place!” Lan Xu grabbed Lu Wuqi’s wrist, looking even happier than the winner herself. “That’s two first-place medals for you now!”

If there hadn’t been so many people around the rest area, Lan Xu might’ve already thrown herself into her girlfriend’s arms.

“Good thing I didn’t mess up, or I would’ve been all talk in front of you,” Lu Wuqi said with a laugh. “Once we get our medals, shall we go for hotpot?”

“Huh? Oh—right!” Lan Xu blinked, only now remembering she’d promised to treat her.

“I’ll go with you to change first, then we’ll meet the others at the East Gate around five-thirty,” Lan Xu said, pulling out her phone to text her roommates.

“Sure, whatever you want,” Lu Wuqi replied with a smile.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a few familiar-looking classmates watching them. Instinctively, she leaned closer to her girlfriend and reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Lan Xu’s ear.

Didn’t we agree to just stay friends? Why are you still looking at Lan Xu like that? Do you still have feelings for her?

If those gossiping guys could hear what Lu Wuqi was actually thinking, they’d be crying injustice on the spot.

They didn’t dare compete with one of their department’s legends for her girlfriend—they were just curious to see this famously stoic genius smiling so gently for once!

“A toast—to Lu Wuqi and Lan Xu’s love!” said Ai Jiaxin, always the life of the party, as she raised her beer. “May you two stay together forever—locked for life!”

“Cheers! Locked for life!” Zhang Huai echoed. For a moment, she wasn’t sure whether she should envy her roommate for having someone like Lu Wuqi, or envy Lu Wuqi for dating someone as sweet as Lan Xu.

“Thank you.” Lu Wuqi clinked glasses politely and downed her beer in one go.

Lan Xu caught sight of her empty glass, then hurried to gulp down more than half of her own, only to cover her mouth as she hiccupped.

Since Lu Wuqi and Lan Xu’s roommates shared one large lecture course, everyone knew each other fairly well. The dinner atmosphere was lively—awkward silence simply wasn’t an option.

“Lu Wuqi,” said Yan Yuanyuan, slapping her thigh as she spoke, “I know you and Lan Xu have been together for a while now, but remember—we’re the ones sleeping in the same room with her every night! If you ever bully her, we’ll stand up for her!”

“I heard your department has its fair share of playboys too,” Ai Jiaxin chimed in. Her cheeks were bright red after finishing an entire can of craft beer. “You’d better not learn from the bad ones!”

“I won’t,” Lu Wuqi said with a gentle smile. “I only like Xuxu—and I’ll only ever like her. You’ll never have to stand up for her.”

“That’s good to hear,” Ai Jiaxin said cheerfully. “Lan Xu’s super popular, you know. Just in our class alone, there are two guys who like her—one of them even brought her breakfast for five days straight!”

“Cough, cough—your duck intestines are about to overcook. Hurry and eat them!” Lan Xu said quickly, using the serving chopsticks to fish out the food from the spicy pot—anything to shut Ai Jiaxin up.

“Oh? So, did anyone ever write her love letters?” Lu Wuqi asked, her attention instantly caught.

“Of course! Lan Xu was even featured on our department’s confession wall! Tons of people like her type!” Ai Jiaxin said, unfazed by the duck intestines.

To prove she wasn’t making it up, Ai Jiaxin whipped out her phone, opened the confession wall page, and began scrolling.

But when she saw the newest post, her eyes widened, and she shoved the screen right in front of Lu Wuqi’s face.

“Look! The latest confession is about Lan Xu! Says he’ll be waiting for her to become single again!”

Single again?

Lu Wuqi’s hand froze halfway through picking up a slice of beef. Her gaze fixed on the phone screen.

When she saw it was submitted by a freshman from the Foreign Languages Department, her brows knit slightly. She knew it might not be Duan Qian, but the reminder was enough to sour her mood.

“Ai Jiaxin’s drunk,” Zhang Huai said quickly, pulling her back into her seat. “Don’t mind her, Lu Wuqi—you and Lan Xu will definitely stay together for a long time.” Secretly, she swore to herself that next time, she’d make sure to keep an eye on Ai Jiaxin’s drinking.

“It’s fine,” Lu Wuqi said calmly as she dipped a slice of beef and placed it into Lan Xu’s bowl. “I already know Xuxu’s popular. But I’ll admit, I still get a little jealous. So if anyone tries to hit on her after we’ve gone public, could you let me know?”

“Lu Wuqi!” Lan Xu tugged at her sleeve in warning.

“Xuxu, I didn’t mean anything bad,” Lu Wuqi said with an innocent blink. “I just want to know who my rivals are—so I can tell them, face to face, who her girlfriend really is. Is that okay?”

Lan Xu couldn’t bring herself to say no. She only poked Lu Wuqi lightly in the side under the table. “Everyone in school already knows we’re together. That kind of situation won’t happen.”

“Better safe than sorry,” Lu Wuqi said seriously. “I’d rather be overprepared. There are too many people eyeing you, and I’m not giving them any chance.”

That strong hint of jealousy and possessiveness made Lan Xu finally notice something off about her girlfriend’s tone.

Her pale cheeks had taken on a warm blush, though her voice was still steady and her bright eyes just as clear as usual.

Fortunately, Lan Xu had once seen Lu Wuqi drunk back at their high school graduation party. She knew her girlfriend was the rare kind of drunk who could look perfectly sober on the outside.

“Lu Wuqi, have you finished writing that ten-thousand-word apologu letter yet?” Lan Xu asked suddenly.

“I have—didn’t I already give it to you? Why? Is there something wrong with it? Should I rewrite it?” Lu Wuqi asked, her response perfectly logical. “If you need me to, I’ll go buy paper and start over right now.”

Hearing that only confirmed Lan Xu’s suspicion.

Lu Wuqi’s alcohol tolerance wasn’t any better than Ai Jiaxin’s—she just happened to be really good at hiding it.