Chapter Nineteen: Be My Girlfriend

"Xiaofan... no, Brother Fan... how did you do it? How do you have so much money? You just bought an M5 and now a Ferrari. What happened to your M5?"
Wang Ze was so shocked that he didn't even dare to call Yang Xiaofan by his name anymore; he immediately switched to calling him "Brother Fan."
Even with his family's recent windfall from the property demolition and all the compensation they received, he'd never dared to dream of owning a Ferrari. But now, Yang Xiaofan was actually driving one.
He was utterly in awe of Yang Xiaofan.
Yang Xiaofan simply smiled, unconcerned.
"How I did it is a business secret—I can't tell you. As for the M5, I've already given it to Fatty."
With that, Yang Xiaofan didn't linger. He closed the car door, revved the engine, and sped off toward the academic building.
Wang Ze and Wang Qian were left standing there, utterly bewildered.
The M5—a car worth one or two million yuan—had been given to Gu Hao by Yang Xiaofan!
Was this some kind of joke? That was a mountain of cash on wheels!
Yang Xiaofan had just bought the M5, probably driven it only once, and now he'd given it away.
Good heavens, he was simply outrageously rich.
Wang Qian sighed, "If only I'd known, I would have chased after him as soon as we started college."
Wang Ze looked as though he might cry. "If only I’d known, I would have started being his loyal follower from day one!"
In that moment, they both felt as if they'd just missed out on a fortune.
Yang Xiaofan, oblivious to their thoughts, floored the accelerator, parked beneath the academic building, and made his way to the classroom.
Most people took naps at noon, so the classroom was nearly empty, with only two or three students present.
Among them was the class monitor, Qin Nuanyu.
She was always the first to arrive each day.
Sensing someone enter, Qin Nuanyu glanced up. Seeing it was Yang Xiaofan, she snorted softly, lowered her head, and clearly wanted nothing to do with him.
Yang Xiaofan rubbed his nose sheepishly and offered a wry smile.
He'd forgotten that he hadn't managed to placate the class monitor that morning, and then had rushed off at noon. No wonder she was still angry with him.
He shot a look at the remaining students in the classroom, who immediately understood and quietly slipped out.
After last night's events, Yang Xiaofan's standing in the class was higher than ever.
When only he and Qin Nuanyu remained, he walked over to her side.
"My lovely class monitor~!"
She merely snorted and turned away, refusing to look at him, still sulking.
Her adorable demeanor made Yang Xiaofan want to laugh.
He cleared his throat and tried again.
"Monitor, are you still angry with me?"
"You’re overthinking it. I’m not angry with you."
"Oh? Then why won’t you look at me?"
"I can look at whomever I please. That’s my freedom—it’s none of your business."
"True, I can’t control you. But if you ignore me, I’ll be very sad."
"That’s your own fault."
"Sigh! If that’s the case, and since you’re making me so sad, I suppose I’ll just have to go to a bar and find a pretty girl to heal my wounded heart."
"You dare!"
Qin Nuanyu suddenly turned around, but when she saw the faint, mischievous smile on Yang Xiaofan’s lips, she realized she’d been played by him again.
She was so annoyed that she raised her little fist and began playfully pounding his chest.
"You scoundrel! How dare you tease me! How dare you!"
Yang Xiaofan put on a show of being in great pain, but in truth, he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
He was strong; her delicate punches didn’t hurt at all—if anything, they felt like a gentle massage.
After a while, Qin Nuanyu seemed to realize he was pretending and, frustrated, stopped. She slumped over her desk, her eyes red, tears brimming.
Yang Xiaofan began to panic.
"Monitor, don’t cry. I didn’t mean to bully you."
"You’re still talking! Last night you tricked me into giving you my first kiss, and then today at noon, you ran off without a word. Now you come here trying to sweet-talk me. Do you think I’m a fool?"
Yang Xiaofan slapped his forehead, torn between amusement and exasperation.
So that’s why she was upset—because he’d left too quickly at noon.
But what could he do? He had to make money.
"Ahem... listen, Monitor, please don’t cry. I didn’t mean it—I had something urgent to take care of. See? As soon as I finished, I came running straight back to you."
Qin Nuanyu looked at him, skeptical.
"Really?"
"Of course it’s true—cross my heart. I was thinking about you the whole time I was out."
At these words, a small, proud smile flickered across Qin Nuanyu’s face.
Still, she maintained a trace of her girlish reserve.
"Hmph! I’ll forgive you this time. But if you ever bully me again, I’ll never forgive you."
"Don’t worry. If I ever bully you again, may lightning strike me down."
Qin Nuanyu quickly covered his mouth with her hand, anxious.
"Don’t make such vows! What if you really get struck by lightning?"
Yang Xiaofan grinned and playfully licked her finger.
"Ah—!"
Qin Nuanyu shrieked and snatched her hand back, as startled as a frightened bunny.
Yang Xiaofan smiled warmly.
"Monitor, you care about me that much?"
"Bah! Who would care about a rogue who steals girls’ first kisses? You wish."
Yang Xiaofan put on a tragic face.
"But it was my first kiss too!"
She shot him a fierce glare.
How could a boy’s first kiss be the same as a girl’s?
"Hmph! Smooth talker."
Looking at her blushing, proud face, Yang Xiaofan’s heart beat wildly for reasons he couldn’t explain.
He’d met plenty of girls in his life, but none as beautiful, kind, and pure as Qin Nuanyu.
Many pretty girls lost their innocence as early as middle school; someone as pure as Qin Nuanyu was a rare treasure.
If he lost her, he’d regret it for the rest of his life.
Taking a deep breath, Yang Xiaofan made a momentous decision.
"Monitor, I like you. Will you be my girlfriend?"
Qin Nuanyu trembled slightly, lowering her head without replying, but her cheeks blushed a deep, apple red.
Yang Xiaofan wasn’t sure what to make of her silence and anxiously pressed on:
"Monitor, do you want to be my girlfriend or not? Give me an answer."
Just then, Yang Xiaofan distinctly heard a soft "mm," as faint as a mosquito’s hum.
But thanks to his heightened senses, he heard it clearly.