Liang Sheng picked up her phone again and found that the tide had turned on the school forum once more.
“Turns out the Four Beauties are actually in this kind of relationship?”
“The Bizarre Unfolding of a Quadrangle Love Affair”
“The Shocking Secret Hidden Beneath This Farce”
“The Class Flower of Grade 1-A Is Actually This Kind of Person?”
“Who’s Really Lying Here?”
Ha? Liang Sheng clicked on one at random and facepalmed. The plot was getting more and more ridiculous by the minute.
“From what I can gather, they’re in a quadrangle love setup. The order goes like this: The green-haired curly girl from A likes the senior from Year 2 Class C, the senior from Year 2 Class C likes the pink-haired twintails girl from A, the pink-haired twintails girl from A likes the class monitor from A, and the class monitor from A likes the green-haired curly girl from A.” Good grief—it was enough to dizzy even the people involved.
After reading it, Liang Sheng cracked up laughing. This kid’s brain must have been lobotomized halfway, right?
“Liang Sheng, Gu Yuqi posted something,” Mo Qingrou said, her eyes widening as an auntie-like chuckle bubbled up inside her.
Gu Yuqi’s post read: “Don’t get the wrong idea. Out of all these people, I only know Junior Sister Liang Sheng [emoji].” She’d capped it off with an awkward laugh emoji.
Right on its heels, Lu Ziqing chimed in: “Ha? This young miss doesn’t know a single one of these people, got it?” But then, in the comments under her own post, she added: “Well, maybe just a tiny bit familiar with that one called Liang Sheng. Don’t go spreading nonsense.” The time stamp? One minute and fifty-eight seconds apart.
Sigh~ Young Miss Lu Ziqing was as tsundere as ever today.
Should I post a clarification too? Liang Sheng hesitated.
She refreshed again, and there was Hana’s post: “That’s right. I’m Sheng-chan’s girlfriend.”
Liang Sheng fell deep into thought.
Fine, I’ll post one. Liang Sheng typed: “We’re all good friends. Even if you call us yuri, it makes us happy [goofy laughing face emoji]. It’s all just jokes, after all—everyone knows we’re just good friends [facepalm cry emoji].”
Look at that post of hers. So high emotional intelligence, so perfectly official. That’s how you clarify a misunderstanding. Everyone take notes.
Then she noticed Hana’s post had exploded. The comments section was total chaos.
The good ones ranged from “99” to “Shipping it hard!” and “Wishing you two a century of happiness and a bouncing baby!” to “Yuri forever, too bad no kids—but yuri’s still the best!” “Stay happy forever!” “It’s not easy—keep going!” “Please hold on tight!” and so on.
The nasty ones were vicious: “Die, you lesbians, die with your whole families!” “Fucking disgusting.” “Our school actually has people like this?”
One comment in particular caught Liang Sheng’s eye: “Liang Sheng belongs to Gu Yuqi. Who the hell are you, some crumbly little cookie?”
Who was this fearless god posting that?! Liang Sheng felt like bursting into tears, while Mo Qingrou’s lips curved upward just a touch higher, her face lighting up with delight (or was it?).
This is bad. Hana better not see who wrote that. If she figures it out, that person and Gu Yuqi are both toast.
Liang Sheng hurriedly called Hana. “Hey? Hana, quick, delete that post!”
“Why~ Sheng-chan?” Hana’s voice came through, all pouty and aggrieved. “Aren’t you Hana’s girlfriend?” The threat hung heavy in the air.
“I am, I am, I am!” Liang Sheng affirmed it three times in a row, terrified of saying the wrong thing. “But posting stuff like that online? As two girls, we’ll get absolutely roasted.”
