Caught Asking for Another Guy’s WeChat

Wen Xi arrived at school at five-thirty in the afternoon.

She sent a message in the dorm group chat, asking who was there.

Cheng Cheng replied almost immediately.

OrangeOrange: [I’m here! You’re back? Baby, don’t come up yet—can you grab me an iced milk tea at the school gate? Ice cream black tea, full sugar, normal ice~ Please~]

Wen Xi snapped a photo and sent it to the group.

RiceCake: [Already at the milk tea shop. Just asking how many are in the dorm so I know how many cups to bring.]

OrangeOrange: [Holy crap ( ‵o′)凸! Xixi you’re an angel!]

Lin Shu also replied.

Lin Shu: [I’m still on the way back. Don’t get me one—I’ll arrive late, won’t drink milk tea.]

RiceCake: [Then no milk tea for you, I’ll get you a small cake from the bakery next door. The cafeteria will be closed when you get back. Don’t go hungry!]

Lin Shu: [Okay, thank you Xixi]

There were four people in their dorm group.

Besides Cheng Cheng, Lin Shu, and Wen Xi, there was another girl named Li Shangrao.

But Li Shangrao rented an apartment with her boyfriend and rarely stayed in the dorm.

She only came back occasionally to grab clothes or toiletries.

She barely spoke in the group chat.

Seeing no response from her, Wen Xi privately messaged Li Shangrao to ask if she was in the dorm and whether she wanted milk tea.

Li Shangrao replied twenty minutes later.

[No.]

By then, Wen Xi was already downstairs in the dorm building carrying three cups of milk tea.

She replied with a simple [Okay] and hurried upstairs.

Only Cheng Cheng was in the room.

Wen Xi handed her two cups.

Cheng Cheng was sprawled on the top bunk scrolling Xiaohongshu.

She grabbed the milk tea and noticed there were two cups.

“You bought one for Li Shangrao again?”

Wen Xi placed Lin Shu’s cake on her desk and shook her head.
Her doe eyes curved sweetly.

“Nope. I was worried one wouldn’t be enough for you.”

Cheng Cheng sat upright, cross-legged.

She stabbed the straw into one cup and took a big gulp.

“You think I believe that? Baby, next time don’t even ask her. Just don’t buy her one.

You know what she’s like. There’s no need to be that wholehearted toward her. You might even invite trouble.”

Wen Xi sat back down and used wet wipes to clean a Qiao Zhiyan photocard on her desk.

“It’s just milk tea. It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. If she were here and you handed it to her, she wouldn’t think you’re generous. She’d think you’re acting superior—throwing scraps at her. She’s just straight-up resentful of the rich. In her eyes, you’re a walking target.”

Cheng Cheng slurped her drink.

Wen Xi didn’t argue.

Everyone in the dorm was easy to get along with—except Li Shangrao.

Back in freshman year, before Li Shangrao had a boyfriend, she had acted strangely.

Every night she’d make snide comments on the phone with friends.

Later, the night before she moved out, she openly showed hostility toward Wen Xi.

Only then did Wen Xi realize those sarcastic phone calls had always been about her.

She hadn’t understood why—until Cheng Cheng explained.

“She can’t stand that you eat Japanese and French cuisine every week, use La Mer and La Prairie daily like they’re drugstore brands, wear Miu Miu, spray Chanel and Gucci.

Things she has to save for months to afford. Not to mention the Maserati that picks you up on weekends. Baby, you didn’t do anything wrong. She just hates wealth. Ignore her.”

Wen Xi finished cleaning the photocard.

Cheng Cheng finished one milk tea and tossed the empty cup perfectly into the trash from her bunk.

“Have you eaten?”

“Not yet.”

“Cafeteria? I’ll treat you—thanks for the milk tea!”

“Okay!”

Wen Xi wasn’t picky. She could enjoy fine dining and cafeteria food equally.

At six on a weekend evening, the cafeteria wasn’t too crowded.

They got rice and stir-fry and sat down.

While chewing on a rib, Cheng Cheng mumbled, “Xixi, are you going to that French class tomorrow afternoon?”

Wen Xi was a junior majoring in Network and New Media.

French was her minor.

“I think so. Why? Shopping?”

“I could skip if needed,” she added.

“I can ask the professor for the slides.”

“Not shopping.”

Cheng Cheng leaned forward, her eyes sparkling.

“You know I’ve been chasing that cute junior from Computer Science? He won’t even give me his WeChat. Tomorrow, come with me to his class and help me get it.”

Wen Xi widened her eyes.

“You’re overestimating me. I’ve never asked a guy for his contact—”

“Baby, you’re underestimating your face.”

“But you won’t even need beauty. He just joined the school publicity department to write event articles.

You’re the editorial advisor. Use that.”

Wen Xi had joined the publicity department in freshman year, became vice minister sophomore year, and stepped down junior year due to workload—but remained an advisor.

Before she could refuse, Cheng Cheng grabbed her hand pitifully.

“Please. I’m a third-year and haven’t even held a junior’s hand yet. My happiness depends on you.”

“…Fine.”

The next afternoon, after their own elective class, they went to the Information Science building.

The lecture hall was packed.

“Are there really that many Computer Science students?” Wen Xi whispered.

“Not at all.”

Cheng Cheng found two seats in the back and explained.

“There’s a legendary computer genius at our university. Entered as Ning City’s science top scorer with 723. Directly recommended to grad school.

Now a PhD in chip design. Published two ISSCC papers already. Participated in tape-out verification last year. Guess how old he is?”

“How old?”

“Twenty-six!”

“And he’s insanely handsome.”

Wen Xi’s mind immediately flashed to one person—

Jiang Jibai.

But she dismissed it.

Cheng Cheng continued, “Ever since he substituted one class, C programming is always packed with girls hoping he shows up.”

Wen Xi shrugged.
“The world has too many talented people.”

She tugged Cheng Cheng’s sleeve.

“Where’s your junior? I’ll get the WeChat and leave. It’s too crowded.”

“Second row. White polo shirt!”

Wen Xi took Cheng Cheng’s phone and squeezed through the crowd.

She tapped the junior’s shoulder.

“Hello.”

He turned—and froze.

“Hi…”

“It’s crowded. Can you move in a bit? I’ll just say something and leave.”

He shifted shyly.
She sat beside him.

“I’m the editorial advisor for the publicity department. I heard you joined to write event articles. Add my WeChat. If you have questions, you can ask me.”

She held out the phone.

“Scan it.”

He stared, stunned by how pretty she was.

Seeing him not move, she assumed he hadn’t heard her over the noise.

So she raised her voice.

“Hi! Can you add my WeChat? Just scan here!”

At that exact second—

The entire lecture hall fell silent.

She looked up.

A man had just entered from the front door.

Black shirt.
Tall.
Sharp features.
Holding a C programming textbook and laptop.

He walked to the podium expressionless.

When her voice echoed through the room, he looked directly at her.

Wen Xi saw his face clearly.

Her heart dropped.

She immediately crouched under the desk.

‘Am I hallucinating?’

‘Why is Jiang Jibai teaching this class?!’

‘Is he the genius Cheng Cheng mentioned?’

Her brain scrambled.

Then someone poked her shoulder.

A girl stood beside her, glaring.

“Can you move? My boyfriend saved this seat for me.”

Wen Xi looked at the shy junior. He scratched his nose awkwardly.

Oh. He had a girlfriend.

And now she looked like the shameless one.

She stood up.

Every eye turned toward her.

Worse—

She locked eyes with Jiang Jibai.

“….”

Kill her now.

The bell rang.

He calmly said, “If you don’t have seats, move to the back. Don’t block the aisle.”

As if he didn’t know her.

She ran to the back row.

Cheng Cheng hid behind a textbook.

“So awkward. I’m embarrassed for you,” she whispered.

Wen Xi held her book up to hide her face.

She wasn’t embarrassed about the girlfriend.

She was embarrassed because Jiang Jibai definitely heard her asking another guy for WeChat.

What if he thought she was unfaithful?

What if he wanted a divorce?

She hadn’t met her idol yet.

She quickly texted him.

RiceCake: [It wasn’t me who wanted his WeChat! It was my roommate! Don’t misunderstand! I won’t cheat on you! I’m not that kind of woman! Please believe me.]

She peeked over her book.

He didn’t check his phone.
He lectured smoothly, without notes, voice cold and mechanical yet magnetic.

She couldn’t understand a word.

Eventually, she fell asleep on her desk.

Her phone vibrated against her cheek.

She blinked awake.

New message.

Jiang Jibai: [No need to wait at the library. After class, go to the empty classroom next door. Wait for me.]

Like a bucket of ice water dumped over her head—

She was instantly wide awake.