Even if she looks delicate, her strength is no joke.
A female martial artist who can kill leopards with her bare hands needing help with her luggage?
It's already polite enough that they didn't ask if there's something wrong with your brain.
Moreover, such a woman, who has been hit on so many times since she was young—probably not a thousand times then a ten thousand—must be utterly tired of hackneyed pick-up lines. You think you're being smooth by approaching her, but in her ears, you're no different than an annoying buzzing fly.
In Luo Yu's opinion, if you don't have what it takes, don't even think about pursuing such a woman.
Otherwise, you'll end your days as an eternally unrequited lover, unable even to get close to hair.
Some women can be attracted simply by lineage and wealth; such women are called gold diggers.
Some women can be attracted with looks and body; such women are called looks-obsessed dogs.
Some women can be attracted by talent and strength; that's the admiration of the strong.
Of course, these are just extreme cases.
After all, who wouldn't like a man with a good background, striking looks, incredible figure, overflowing talent, and strength that dominates the crowd?
But Luo Yu instantly judged that this Dajiuer was definitely an exception.
Her eyes were filled with a disdainful aura—not just for one man, it seemed towards all men.
Best not to even dream of moving her heart; you might as well give up directly.
She likely fancies not the typical things, but a certain feeling.
And that feeling is not something you can simply get by fawning over someone; you need to first understand what the person's heart truly needs.
Then treat them accordingly.
Provide warmth if warmth is needed, romance if romance, and care if they've been hurt.
Who knows what she needs in her heart?
Luo Yu felt he could never live as a follower in his entire life; his motto was he would rather be admired by everyone than fawn over anyone.
Of course!
Except for his woman once the relationship was confirmed, it's not shameful for a man to please his own wife, no matter how impressive he is.
Let others chase after such a beauty with all their effort; he's fine just watching.
Others don't pursue out of feeling superficial, fear, cowardice, or inferiority.
Luo Yu doesn't pursue out of laziness, lack of interest.
Luo Yu turned his gaze back to Dajiuer, nodding inwardly.
He had to admit, this girl was really easy on the eyes, too beautiful.
Maybe go after her?
Forget it, too much hassle.
Dajiuer was looking for a seat, her eyes sweeping the surrounding area. The desire-mixed stares from the male students were highly displeasing to her.
Sometimes she understood that it wasn't these men's fault, but her own constitution was too powerful, stirring the deepest desires of someone's heart—a pure young man simply couldn't withstand it.
And this was her holding back.
But understanding did not diminish her disgust for such gazes.
Suddenly, her eyes halted, and her mind stirred slightly because she noticed a pair of special eyes.
These eyes were calm, but within the calmness, there seemed to be a depth as vast as the waves of the ocean—due to her Ancient Spirits being proficient in mental abilities, she was particularly sensitive to this.
The owner of the gaze was a young man with large black-framed glasses. Not handsome and appearing quite ordinary.
But his gaze looking at her had not a trace of desire, no impurity?
Only a faint admiration?
This...
Dajiuer was genuinely surprised. She had seen such gazes before, but those were from highly accomplished elders.
Among her peers, she had also seen demonic-like super geniuses, but they just diverted their gaze away from her.
A young man who directly observes her without the slightest hint of lasciviousness, showing only admiration, was unique.
Luo Yu was curious as he looked at her.
Dragging her suitcase all the way around but not sitting down, is she a germaphobe?
If that's the case, she probably wouldn't be able to sit down; the gymnasium has random seating with mixed genders. If she's a germaphobe, she'd have to stand, no one else to blame.
Eh, why is she suddenly looking in my direction?
Luo Yu was not self-delusional, assuming the woman might be looking at other people or the seats.
"Clatter, clatter—"
Dajiuer, with her snow-white shining jade-like legs, her skirt fluttering, dragging her suitcase, walked over.
She's coming over?
Luo Yu was slightly surprised; there seemed to be nothing special about the seating situation on his side compared to other places. What's this little germaphobe doing here?
Although curious, he retracted his gaze.
Since she was so close, it would be impolite to keep staring.
"Classmate, is this seat taken?"
The beautiful girl opened her red lips, her voice clear and light like a mountain spring.
"Asking me?" Luo Yu pointed at himself.
"Um."
Dajiuer nodded.
At the same time, she was certain that she hadn't misread the man earlier: his eyes were indeed clear, and his spiritual power seemed very strong, undisturbed by honor or disgrace.
Had it been any other foul man, they would probably have been thrilled if she had said she was sitting here, their hearts blossoming in joy.
Luo Yu shook his head, politely responding.
"No one."
"Could you help me take my luggage over there?" Dajiuer said softly.
Luo Yu shook his head again, not taking the luggage but instead tucking in his legs to make way.
"I believe you can carry your luggage over there."
As soon as he spoke, he noticed the hostile glares around him, as if thorns were at his back.
Upon entering the stadium, Dajiuer had been the center of attention, as many students had been waiting all day, utterly bored. Suddenly, when such a national beauty appeared, they were reluctant to look away.
When they saw Luo Yu being so ungentlemanly, quite a few innocent boys started to get angry.
"Damn, does this guy have no heart? A great beauty is giving him a chance and he doesn't cherish it?"
"Awesome, is he putting on an act or what?"
"He doesn't spoil a great beauty; he's a role model, damn."
"If it were me facing such a request, I'd have melted on the spot, how could I bear to refuse."
Indeed, in this society, beauties have privileges.
Men generally don't refuse a beauty's request.
But Luo Yu clearly wasn't among them, rejecting without a second thought, then adding another statement.
"We're all martial artists; carrying luggage shouldn't be an issue, right?"
"Damn! Is this guy mocking my goddess?"
"Awesome, those words were tough."
"Ridiculous, this is going to drive away a beauty who was close at hand."
"I figure, this guy must know how ordinary he is and that the goddess definitely wouldn't like someone like him, so might as well refuse and play it cool, it's a win."
The students already had many topics to discuss, and naturally, they started to debate heatedly.
"Okay."
Everyone thought Dajiuer would get angry and leave, choosing another spot.
Unexpectedly, Dajiuer's usually cold lips curved into a smile as she said, "Okay."
Then, with a glint in her eyes, the luggage floated up on its own, and with a graceful leap, she took the luggage and sat down next to Luo Yu's seat.
"Damn?"
"The goddess smiled?"
"What the hell?"
"What's going on?"
"Did I see that wrong?"
The freshmen were all confused and didn't understand what was happening.
The young master of the rich Shen Clan, Shentian, also known as "Poor That Only Left Money" in the group, sat woodenly in his own seat.
He, he didn't know where he had gone wrong.
With a face full of confusion and incomprehension.
Just numb.
He had proactively offered to help, and was thoroughly rejected.
Then a guy with black frame glasses rejected her, and she smiled?
Should he also change his strategy and try refusing too?
Luo Yu was also at a loss in his mind.
Actually, he hadn't wanted Dajiuer to sit here either, because the woman's charm was too strong; sitting next to him made it hard to keep his mind from wandering, requiring willpower to restrain himself.
And it also garnered the hatred of the surrounding freshmen.
But then he thought, did he care about attracting hatred?
After Dajiuer sat down, there was no conversation between her and Luo Yu, the two just sat there.
On the other side, dressed like a youthful campus diva, Diao Lingluo was constantly looking left and right. Unable to hold back, Lyu Chan asked:
"Lingluo, what are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for Luo Shen," replied Diao Lingluo. "He should have come by now. I can't find him anywhere."
"You're not one of his fangirls, are you?" Lyu Chan asked with interest.
Diao Lingluo bit her glossy lips and retorted:
"Don't talk nonsense."
"Godchild Luo Yu doesn't even know me."
Suddenly, the rows of bright lights illuminating the entire stadium went out, plunging the spacious stadium into darkness.