The Glamorous Show-off - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Only when the boys finally seemed about to quiet down did Zheng Xinyu pop back up in the chat: “Aww, don’t talk about Ranran like that! Ranran is amazing. Back in school, she studied every day until two-thirty in the morning. Unlike me-I played around for three years and only started working hard in the last month, so in the end I barely scraped into our major. Boohoo, I’m so trash!”

Trash, she truly was. And the green tea act? Also top-tier.

Our university might have been a bottom-rung Project 985 school, but you still needed hard work and accumulated effort to get in.

If someone claimed they got in after studying for only a month, they were either showing off or misleading the masses.

Of course, the person who studied until two-thirty in the morning wasn’t me. It was Zheng Xinyu herself.

But the boys in our class just ate this kind of thing up.

“These days, quality education is what matters. Someone like you is the real amazing one!”

“Not to brag, but if I studied until two in the morning, I could’ve picked Tsinghua or Peking University at random. Why would I still need to be here sending red packets?”

“Student Xinyu, do you have a boyfriend? If you do, that’s fine too. I’ll get in line first.”

Oh my, oh my. At long last, the conversation had shifted to Zheng Xinyu’s favorite topic: romance.

This was another one of Zheng Xinyu’s favorite things to show off to anyone who would listen.

Of her eight online boyfriends, Lao Qi was the handsomest, and Zheng Xinyu loved posting him on her Moments whenever she had the chance.

As for the rest? They were just poor suckers who spent money buying gifts for Zheng Xinyu.

Their relationship could roughly be summarized as: seven suckers falling over themselves to spend money on Zheng Xinyu, while Zheng Xinyu fell over herself to spend money on Lao Qi.

Honestly, if you skipped Zheng Xinyu’s middleman step, you could just say Lao Qi was being kept by seven men.

Speaking of which, the very first time I ever felt my heart stir was when I saw Lao Qi’s photo.

Every single feature of his hit me right in the heart-except for the clear, innocent stupidity shining in his eyes.

No, wait. What was he thinking, getting into an online relationship with Zheng Xinyu?

Sure enough, Zheng Xinyu replied with a shy little smile: “I do! My boyfriend and I are long-distance, hehe.”

“No problem. Long-distance is just the prelude to a breakup. I’ll get in line first!”

“I’ll send a red packet. Let me cut the line!”

And then, once again, red packets rained down in the group chat.

Guys, I was moved to tears!!

I snagged another 580.34 yuan!!

Chen Xuan and I immediately decided to go get our hair done too.

Chen Xuan snatched my phone away again and howled wildly into the chat: “Sis! You’re my one and only sis!”

Zheng Xinyu continued working her magic: “Don’t be like this, you guys. I really love my boyfriend.”

A guy named Ding Lixuan immediately sent over a classic straight-man-angle selfie, captioned: “Is your boyfriend as handsome as me?”

To be fair, Ding Lixuan was kind of handsome. It was just that compared to Zheng Xinyu’s Lao Qi, there was still a wall between them.

“My boyfriend is okay, I guess. Ranran said he’s pretty handsome and totally her type, hehe. Want me to show you?”

Without waiting for anyone to answer, Zheng Xinyu sent nine photos of her Lao Qi the very next second.

This time, the group chat fell deathly silent.

Except for: “Ding Lixuan recalled a message.”

Boys were competitive creatures, after all. They still needed to save face.

Maybe because no one replied, Zheng Xinyu launched a new round of attacks: “No way, is my boyfriend that ugly? But Ranran said he was really handsome. Qiao Ranran, what do you think? Soybean crying.JPG.”

“Handsome, handsome, super handsome! Sister Zheng, I’m also in line waiting for you to break up. Mischievous.JPG.”

Fine, I admit it. Chen Xuan wasn’t the only one who indulged her. I did too.

Our daily comedy package was actually kind of cute once you watched her long enough.

“But why did they stop talking? Were they born not liking to talk?”

Zheng Xinyu sounded so wronged that, even through the phone screen, I could already imagine the look on her face-her pout big enough to hang a chamber pot from.

I kept playing along: “Did you forget that the first time I saw your boyfriend, I literally fainted from how handsome he was? Totally normal. Totally.”