Chapter 12: You Are Not Worthy of Me Washing Your Hair

Lu Yiqi scrolled through the comments for several minutes, her eyes growing tired before she’d even managed to read them all. The alumni here were truly gossipy—wasn’t it just the school beauty getting rejected? Yet they could chatter on endlessly in the comments below.

Still, when it came to gossip, Lu Yiqi couldn’t help but perk up. She glanced around, making sure no one was paying attention, then leaned in close and lowered her voice to ask Chen Ziyi, “Ziyi, you’re in the same class as Xie Xu. Have you ever seen him reject someone? What’s it like?”

Chen Ziyi thought for a moment. “I haven’t really paid attention, but there’s one thing I do know. During Xie Xu’s very first semester at school, loads of girls would stuff gifts into his desk early every morning. At first, he just tossed all the gifts straight into the trash. After a while, he got fed up with throwing them out every day, so he created an account and posted on the campus forum: ‘Please stop putting garbage on my desk. Thank you.’”

Lu Yiqi burst out laughing, unable to hold back the sound. Realizing she was a bit loud, she quickly turned to check on Xie Xu, but he was buried in sleep, oblivious to her. Relieved, she whispered to Chen Ziyi, “He’s not someone to mess with—Xie Xu is ruthless.”

Once girls start gossiping, it’s hard to stop. Chen Ziyi couldn’t help but add, “Exactly. I think any girl who saw that post would be hurt. The gifts they’d prepared were just trash in his eyes—who could stand that?”

“Right, right,” Lu Yiqi agreed.

“Ever since then, no one comes into our classroom early to stuff presents into Xie Xu’s desk anymore. Even the number of confessions dropped a lot. But there are still a few fearless ones who try. I heard that last time, a girl wrote him an eight-hundred-word love letter—four whole pages! That’s incredible. When the teacher asks me for a six-hundred-word essay, I nearly die, but she wrote eight hundred words just for a love confession.”

“Someone even compiled all of Xie Xu’s rejection lines and posted them on the forum. I don’t know if you can still find it, but if you’re curious, you can search for it.”

As soon as Lu Yiqi heard this, she immediately grabbed her phone and typed into the search bar: “Xie Xu’s collection of rejection quotes.”

To her surprise, she actually found it.

Lu Yiqi opened the post.

Quote 1: No, you’re too ugly.
Quote 2: No, I like someone skinnier.
Quote 3: No, I don’t like anyone older than me. Even if you’re just a junior, it’s still a no.
Quote 4: No, you’re not worth me washing my hair for you.
Quote 5: …
…

Reading this endless string of “no’s,” Lu Yiqi nearly burst out laughing.

She’d thought Xie Xu was just ruthless, but now she realized—he was downright savage.

Not only was he more ruthless than most, he was also bold.

Some things she could understand, but to say “You’re not worth me washing my hair for you”? That was truly something.

It was so outrageous it was almost brilliant.

She hadn’t been laughing for long before a cold, cutting voice sounded from behind her.

“The girl up front laughing like she’s having a seizure, could you stop? You’re disturbing my sleep.”

Lu Yiqi: “…”

You’re the one having a seizure. Your whole family’s having a seizure.

With only ten minutes left before class, the class monitor stepped onto the podium.