Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Three Peerless Beauties

An entire afternoon had passed, and Liu Fan truly felt defeated by his three roommates, the so-called “Three Wolves.” Each one was dressed up like a rooster showing off its feathers, preening and primping for ages. Zhang Yi, in particular, was spraying himself with some pungent cologne, styling his hair into a messy nest, claiming that this was the latest non-mainstream trend. But when Liu Fan and the others saw him still wearing a full suit, they were speechless. Non-mainstream? Hardly. He was just out of style altogether.

As dusk approached, Liu Fan and the other three left their dorm and headed toward the girls’ dormitory. Liu Fan took out his phone and dialed Zhao Wanyi.

At that moment, Zhao Wanyi sat restlessly in her room, staring at her phone screen. The appointed time was nearing, but Liu Fan still hadn’t called. She felt anxious and uncertain.

Just then, a lively, clear voice rang out behind her. “Hehe, alright, Wanyi, stop pacing back and forth. It’s just a boy, no need to be so nervous.” Following the sound, a tall woman in a black and purple sleeveless fitted top appeared. She stood at least one meter seventy-five, her waist curved gracefully, her legs long in tailored capri pants, round hips, and a prominent bust. Two locks of hair fell to frame her striking eyes, her skin sun-kissed, her delicate nose resting above a slightly rosy mouth so tempting it made one want to gently bite it. She radiated a natural allure without powder or rouge, bold and elegant.

This was none other than Zhao Wanyi’s close friend, Chen Yazhi, heiress to the Chen family’s Tai Chi tradition from Henan, frank and principled, albeit with a somewhat tomboyish air.

“Yazhi, I don’t want to go anymore. Even you’re teasing me now.” Zhao Wanyi blushed and giggled shyly at Yazhi’s teasing.

“Tsk tsk tsk, sigh! What is love in this world? It turns goddesses into lovesick fools. Wanyi, you’re deeply poisoned, hopelessly lost.” Sun Junyao chimed in with a mischievous look.

“What poison? I just have a bit of a crush, that’s all.” As she spoke, Zhao Wanyi lowered her head, her cheeks flushing so red it seemed they might drip.

“So, it’s unrequited love. I’d like to see what sort of extraordinary man could captivate you so.” Chen Yazhi tightened her fists as if itching for a fight.

Seeing Yazhi’s gesture, Zhao Wanyi grew nervous and quickly said, “Yazhi, don’t do anything rash! He’s tall, yes, but you’ve trained in martial arts since childhood—he’s no match for you. Please don’t hit him.”

Chen Yazhi was left both amused and exasperated. Her fist gesture was simply habit, but Zhao Wanyi misunderstood. “Why are you so nervous? It’s just a habit. Why would I hit him if he’s done nothing wrong?”

“Oh, that’s good, that’s good. You scared me just now.” Zhao Wanyi was flustered by her own concern, patting her chest to calm herself.

Just then, Zhao Wanyi’s phone rang. The ringtone chimed, “I wish to become the angel you love in fairy tales, spreading my wings to protect you...”

“It’s him—it really is his call.” Seeing Liu Fan’s name on the screen, Zhao Wanyi was at a loss, as if the old adage about love-struck girls losing their wits was true—at least for her.

“Well, aren’t you going to answer?” Sun Junyao urged, clearly frustrated.

“Oh!” Zhao Wanyi finally picked up, restoring her usual goddess-like poise as she said, “Hello, Xiao Fan, where are you?”

On the other end, Liu Fan was about to hang up after several rings when Zhao Wanyi’s voice finally came through. “Wanyi, we’re downstairs at your dorm. Are you ready? If so, let’s head out.”

“Wanyi?” The Three Wolves next to Liu Fan inwardly exclaimed, “Something’s going on!” and exchanged knowing looks.

“Oh, wait just a moment—we’ll be right down.” Without waiting for Liu Fan to reply, Zhao Wanyi hung up eagerly.

“Well? Are they coming down?” The Three Wolves asked in unison. Liu Fan just rolled his eyes, nodded, and said nothing.

Not long after, three beautiful women emerged from the dorm entrance. On the left was a round-faced girl with delicate white skin, a pert nose, and a tiny cherry-red mouth slightly pursed. Her lively eyes darted playfully, giving her an adorable air. A white cartoon dress was stretched almost to bursting by her ample chest, drawing the gaze of everyone nearby and quickening their hearts.

On the right, a tall woman with graceful curves and long legs wore blue capri shorts and a black-and-purple sleeveless fitted top. Her full, firm bust and the subtle hint of cleavage beneath the fabric made her all the more striking. Two locks of hair framed her face, swaying gently in the breeze, while her ponytail curled upward, lending her a heroic elegance.

In the center, a woman smiled sweetly, dimples appearing on her powdered cheeks, exuding a refined grace. Her bangs brushed lightly against willow-like brows, and her long lashes trembled with every glance, giving her a fresh, classic beauty.

The three women together seemed like a living portrait, captivating all who saw them. Even Liu Fan, standing nearby, was momentarily dazzled. Though his composure was strong, it took effort to recover. If even Liu Fan, who was considered otherworldly, was nearly overcome, the Three Wolves were completely undone, mouths agape and drooling, forcing Liu Fan to distance himself to avoid association.

“Xiao Fan, you’re here! Let me introduce you.” Zhao Wanyi’s words were a little coy, pretending not to know Liu Fan was waiting downstairs.

“These are my close friends. This is Chen Yazhi, a sophomore and a martial arts expert—she’s president of the school’s martial arts club.” Zhao Wanyi greeted Liu Fan cheerfully, eager to introduce her confidantes.

Liu Fan could tell Chen Yazhi had trained in martial arts, her strength at a respectable level—enough to best several ordinary special forces soldiers. She also exuded a refreshing candor, evident even from her attire. Liu Fan greeted her politely, “Hello, I’m Liu Fan.”

He intended to be courteous, but Chen Yazhi was less inclined. Seeing his gentle appearance, she felt somewhat annoyed, furrowing her brow as she reached out to shake his hand, planning to test him. With a cold expression, she said, “Mm, hello.”

As they shook hands, Liu Fan sensed a subtle force in her grip—a Tai Chi technique. He recognized it, remaining impassive and allowing her to exert herself. To him, her strength was hardly more than a tickle.

Chen Yazhi increased her force, her expression growing more serious, face flushing, a bead of sweat forming on her brow. Yet Liu Fan stood there smiling, unaffected. Feeling challenged, she stubbornly put forth all her strength, but his hand was as immovable as stone. Realizing she’d met her match, she let go wordlessly, her curiosity about Liu Fan piqued.

Seeing her release her grip, Liu Fan didn’t press matters, then turned to Zhao Wanyi. “Haha, your friend is very enthusiastic.”

Sharp and perceptive, Zhao Wanyi understood his implication. She’d noticed Yazhi’s challenge and worried Liu Fan might take offense, so she explained apologetically, “Sorry, Yazhi means no harm. She’s practiced martial arts since childhood and enjoys competitions.”

“I sensed that,” Liu Fan replied calmly, then glanced at Sun Junyao, signaling Zhao Wanyi to introduce her.

Before Zhao Wanyi could speak, Sun Junyao hopped forward to introduce herself. “Hehe, future brother-in-law, I’m Sun Junyao. You can call me Yao Yao like Wanyi does. You were amazing just now! I’ve never seen any guy handle Yazhi. If she bullies me again, will you spank her for me?”

“Future brother-in-law?” At this, everyone’s expressions became wonderfully complex. Liu Fan was frozen in embarrassment, the Three Wolves grinned knowingly, Zhao Wanyi blushed furiously and covered Sun Junyao’s mouth, while Chen Yazhi’s cheeks, still flushed from her earlier exertion, reddened anew at the mention of spanking.

For a moment, the scene was awkward, with everyone exchanging glances in silence.