Chapter 3: Tired of Being a Doormat, I Won't Chase Her Anymore

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As soon as Qin Luo said this, everyone around instinctively fixed their gaze on the milk tea in his hand. There were at least four or five cups inside, yet Qin Luo insisted there were none left... Wasn’t this deliberately refusing to give Xu Ke any? How dare he?!

The same question popped into everyone’s minds present.

Xu Ke’s chest heaved violently, and her voice was even colder than before as she spoke: “Aren’t there still four cups left?”

“Oh, those,” Qin Luo glanced at the milk tea in the bag, took out a cup, broke its seal in front of Xu Ke, then took a sip. Smacking his lips, he said, “One’s mine, and the other three are for my roommates. Nothing much, I’m heading off now. I’ll come find you when I have time. Bye-bye.”

With that, Qin Luo strode past Xu Ke with a carefree gait that somehow appeared quite dashing.

Xu Ke’s clenched fist trembled slightly as her gaze followed his retreating figure. She remained silent for a long while until Qin Luo disappeared from sight, then lowered her head and quietly turned into the girls' dormitory.

Whether it was an illusion or not, her silhouette seemed to radiate a faint air of desolation.

In a daze, her figure gradually overlapped with the image of Qin Luo leaving her side in the past, causing the expressions of those around to grow somewhat complicated.

Tang Yu glanced around at everyone and said calmly, “Let’s head back too.”

After saying this, she took the lead entering the dormitory building, followed closely by the twin sisters. Yao Yanyan glanced toward the direction Qin Luo had just left, then lowered her head to look at the milk tea in her hand, her face thoughtful as she entered the building.

After the main characters left, the subtle atmosphere in front of the girls’ dorm lingered for quite some time.

Everyone exchanged glances, then slowly began murmuring in small groups.

“Brothers, how do we explain this?”

“Say… say say say say you love me?”

“I… I can’t say it?”

“Damn, when is this? Stop messing around!”

“I don’t even know what to say, there’s too much info, my CPU is kinda overheating.”

“Just talking about Qin Luo suddenly confessing to Yao Yanyan—what do you guys think?”

“If you ask me, there are only two possibilities: either Luo Shen has come to terms with it, or he’s lost his mind.”

“Uh... can someone with big brains explain?”

“Can we not always bother us big brains? I’m exhausted just carrying this around daily, okay?”

“It’s easy to understand. Saying he’s come to terms means he realized he can’t keep obsessing over Xu Ke, so he switched targets. Saying he’s lost it means he’s just exploding, venting all the resentment built up inside toward Xu Ke… Either way, what he did today really made me see him in a new light.”

“Nothing else to say. What he did today was truly impressive. After today, who’s gonna dare call me Luo Shen’s simp?”

“Hard to say, maybe he had a sudden brain fart and is already lying in his dorm crying, and tomorrow he’ll be begging Xu Ke for forgiveness again.”

“That’s possible…”

“…”

As the saying goes, sharing joy is better than enjoying alone. College life is dull, and while the silly bystanders were indulging in gossip, they didn’t forget their friends.

Soon, a wave of videos and photos exploded across the campus forum, dominating the entire platform.

Meanwhile, Qin Luo, one of the main players, was lying under his blanket in the dorm trembling violently.

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He was indeed close to tears, but not from sadness—instead, nearly tears of joy.

Heaven be kind, these past three months had been a living hell... To squeeze some rewards from the system, he had practically sold his soul and dignity.

In today’s world where simping is scorned, being a simp is an enormous pressure, especially since Qin Luo knew from the start that he was a simp. The psychological burden only grew day by day.

As the saying goes, money is hard to earn, and shit is hard to swallow.

Thankfully, now he had earned the money and no longer had to swallow the shit.

Qin Luo had used a set of moves no one expected to put a temporary end to the matter between him and Xu Ke, like clearing away the clouds to see the sun, sweeping away the gloom that had accumulated in his heart these past months.

What remained was pure brilliance.

Just like the information panel now displayed before Qin Luo:

[Host: Qin Luo]

[Current Persona: Scoundrel]

[Persona Duration: 0 days]

[Items: Beauty Cream, Classic Music Library, Heart-Listening Headphones, Magic Glasses]

[Skill: Music Mastery]

After reading the system panel, Qin Luo nodded with satisfaction.

The system’s check-in rewards varied. So far, Qin Luo had signed in 100 daily times, each granting a fixed 10,000 yuan; 14 weekly check-ins, each giving 100,000 yuan plus a random attribute point; 3 monthly check-ins, each awarding 300,000 yuan plus 2 attribute points and a random item; and the 100-day check-in, which he just obtained today, consisting of 1 million yuan, 10 attribute points, one item, and one skill—quite a generous haul.

The next grand reward would only come after the next persona’s 100-day check-in.

Looking back at his gains over these three months, Qin Luo felt both gratified and a bit wistful.

During these months, he had thought himself the only sober one amid a drunken world, the pure soul in a tainted crowd.

He ignored others’ mockery and insults, focusing solely on reaping rewards from the system. Yet sometimes he wondered if he truly felt nothing for Xu Ke.

Perhaps not.

People are emotional creatures; some simply more rational than others.

Qin Luo had always considered himself rational, viewing his simping purely as a secret investment. But after more than three months, his mindset had long since changed.

He recalled how he first approached Xu Ke because of her aloof reputation. When he saw her, resplendent in white like snow, with an ethereal grace, how could he not have been moved?

He just refused to admit his feelings or had set the premise in his heart that “it’s impossible to win over Xu Ke.”

Thus, he could bear the pain and joy of being a simp and now rejoice in his liberation.

But he couldn’t fool himself: after three months of contact, Xu Ke’s image had filled every corner of his heart. If she had reciprocated before today, he might have been overjoyed.

But after today, that possibility no longer existed.

There was no need to keep knocking on a door that would never open—because someone was always inside.

For some reason, Qin Luo suddenly felt a bit weary. Even the vengeful thrill from his earlier actions faded considerably.

Maybe she’s not a good person, but does that make me any better?

In this world, who’s truly nobler than whom?

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At that moment, the dorm door opened.

Three roommates stepped in, accompanied by Li Chenggang’s grumbling voice: “I swear, next time I’m gonna get him drunk and knock him out. Every time he simps for Xu Ke, I’m gonna get him drunk. Let’s see when he finally wakes up…”

Before he could finish, he saw Qin Luo lying motionless on the bed, and the rest of his words died in his throat.

Wang Chen looked at Qin Luo, then noticed the several cups of milk tea on the table, exchanging glances with the others.

In that silent exchange, they all understood each other’s thoughts.

—This guy must have bought the wrong flavor and got rejected by Xu Ke.

—Maybe he even got scolded and is now lying there emo.

—Sigh, as always, you can’t wake someone who’s pretending to sleep.

The three silently communicated.

Li Chenggang clenched his fists, loosened them, then clenched again.

Sometimes he really wanted to go up and punch Qin Luo twice, even if Qin Luo resented him afterward. As long as it woke Qin Luo up, he didn’t care about anything else.

But in the end, he didn’t do it. Instead, he sighed, changed his earlier irritable tone, and shouted hoarsely, “Bro, I’m going to shower. You can use my shower card. I’ll bring you dinner.”

He crouched by the bed, beginning to gather toiletries.

As he reached into the washbasin for Qin Luo’s shower card, the motionless figure on the bed suddenly sat up and said, “Wait.”

Li Chenggang frowned. “What? Not using the shower card anymore?”

Qin Luo shook his head silently, got out of bed, and handed over a brand-new facial cleanser, saying, “Take this too.”

Li Chenggang instinctively took it and his eyes grew wide.

Wang Chen was equally stunned, exclaiming, “Whoa, SK Toxic!”

Wu Xuan nervously pushed up his glasses and said in a trembling voice, “Old Qin, if I’m not mistaken, this is the gift you planned to give Xu Ke, right? How… how come…”

He was momentarily at a loss for words, clearly shocked by Qin Luo’s sudden action.

Li Chenggang swallowed nervously, worry and tension in his voice: “Bro, did something happen to you? Look at those milk teas on the table—did you buy the wrong flavor and get rejected? You…”

“The milk tea’s for you guys,” Qin Luo suddenly interrupted, then smiled and added, “You’re right, being a simp sucks. I’m not chasing her anymore.”

At those words, the entire Room 404 fell silent.

The three big guys stared at Qin Luo in disbelief, their faces written with shock. They even instinctively reached up to tug their ears, as if doubting whether they had hearing problems.

“Bro, what’s going on? What did you just say?”

“Luo, act normal, I’m scared.”

“Old Qin, say it again. Maybe I’ve been rewarding myself too much lately and my ears aren’t working properly.”

Seeing their ridiculous expressions, Qin Luo couldn’t help but laugh and cry. He didn’t explain further, only saying, “Check the school forum yourself.”