Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady
Chapter 205 - 121. How to Spend the First Day of the New Semester_2

Chapter 205: 121. How to Spend the First Day of the New Semester_2

"The dance party, I really want to go."

"Idiot, do you have a dance partner?"

The trio was dining in the corner of the cafeteria, with a flyer drawn by the Manga Research Department for the Social Dance Department placed in the middle.

It said:

[On the second afternoon of the Cultural Festival at 3:30 PM, the Social Dance Department will take over the gymnasium to host an indoor dance party. Invite your beautiful or handsome dance partner to join the dance!!! (The Manga Research Department will release original comics, fan comics, and campus anecdote comics, welcome to purchase!)]

What’s the big deal with the Social Dance Department?

Now, the classes haven’t even elected the Executive Committee members, and the School Festival’s Executive Committee hasn’t started its operation. They’ve already booked the gymnasium for 3:30 PM the next day?

Are you like college students who use books to reserve seats, or does the student council have insiders?

"Dubian, tell me, how can one actually get a girlfriend?" Kunii Shuichi asked while he was dishing up his food.

Dubian Che took a bite of his green pepper and pork strips: "Shamelessness."

"Shamelessness?"

"Listen, Kunii, waiting for a woman to make the first move is like waiting for a rabbit by a tree stump, it’s fundamentally impossible, unless you’re an extremely handsome guy. In pursuing girls, you have to treat them like princesses, do you understand?"

Kunii Shuichi shook his head.

Saito Keisuke, sipping his miso soup, lifted his eyes from the bowl and stared at Dubian Che.

"Just like the princesses in Disney, most of them stay in the castle, waiting for the prince to come by. Even Cinderella was sought out by the prince taking the initiative. Even princes need to make the first move, let alone us ordinary people."

"Hmm!" Saito Keisuke swallowed his miso soup, an epiphany dawning on him, "Dubian, you got Jiutiao because of this, didn’t you?!"

"That’s right. So if you want a girlfriend, it’s not enough to just talk about it." Dubian Che took a bite of his crisp vegetables, "This dance party is an opportunity, take the initiative to invite the person you like, guys who wait for girls to invite them are fools, got it?"

Thinking back, when he initially "pursued" Jiutiao Meijie, this real-life princess, hadn’t he adopted a thoroughly shameless tactic?

His goal wasn’t the princess herself, but points and revenge.

But indeed, it was his tenfold shamelessness, combined with nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine points of handsomeness, that had won Jiutiao Meijie.

From this, Dubian Che could conclude: Being shameless is extremely important.

"I get it!" Kunii Shuichi took a big bite of fried pork cutlet, the golden-brown flour falling into his bowl, "Once the entrance exam is over, I’ll go invite Ichiki Aoi!"

"Wait..."

"You go, I support you!" Saito Keisuke, a fellow sufferer, showed a supportive expression like that for someone participating in the first trials of a new medication.

"That..." Dubian Che paused with his pork strips, "never mind."

Like the plate of green pepper and pork strips, only life winners who are adults get to choose whether to eat the peppers, everyone else, even children, must get used to the taste of peppers.

Having just been spouting nonsense, and knowing that Ichiki Aoi is a lesbian, Dubian Che stuffed the green pepper and pork strips into his mouth—consider this an apology.

Although he doesn’t dislike peppers.

After lunch, Dubian Che strolled alone to the Human Observation Department’s activity room.

Although the school exams were starting tomorrow, all the students he encountered in the hallways were thoroughly immersed in the excitement of the new term and the upcoming School Festival.

Maybe because there’s only one day left, no matter how hard one tries, will it be too late?

Or perhaps, because it’s the school entrance exam, no matter how one performs, can you get by with ’start trying harder from now on’?

He opened the door to the Human Observation Department, where the beautiful girl by the window was reading an English original titled "Storyboard Design," while the princess on the sofa was playing a game.

As members of the Human Observation Department, which consistently ranks in the top three of their grade, they had paused movie filming until after the exams.

"It’s lively out there."

...

No one responded to him.

Dubian Che didn’t mind; he took some Spanish learning materials from Jiutiao Meijie’s bookshelf, sat in his own chair, and began to study seriously.

It didn’t feel like much time had passed when he heard Kiyono Lin get up, the sound of a chair dragging.

Dubian Che looked up: "Is it time for class?"

"Mm." Kiyono Lin replied softly, heading towards the door.

"Mm—" Dubian Che stretched lazily, easing his body which had been still for a while.

He gulped down a tea that had appeared beside him and looked at Jiutiao Meijie, who was now asleep on the sofa.

Setting down the teacup, he walked over slowly.

Jiutiao Meijie, standing at only 162 cm, had perfect proportions, so her body appeared slender and elongated on the sofa.

A pair of beautiful legs was revealed from her school skirt; her shirt puffed out at the chest, the fabric wrinkled due to her sleeping posture.

Higher up, her arms embraced a square pillow, with her beautiful face resting on it; through gaps in her black hair, her delicate eyebrows were visible.

A strand of hair fell across her lips.

Following this strand of black hair, Dubian Che’s gaze dropped back to her cherry-colored lips.

It was hard to imagine that these soft, inviting lips had issued countless brutal commands, and he himself was among the victims.

He extended his right hand, with a faintly violent thought, and pinched her cheek.

Jiutiao Meijie’s lips slowly drew together, eventually puckering lightly with a gentle "pop."

Near the inner edge of the lips, he could see a small patch of tender pink inner cheek, moist and glossy, like a freshly washed cherry.

Dubian Che’s hand alternately tightened and relaxed, and that cherry mischievously popped out and hid back in her mouth.