Chapter 87: The Junk Collector's Confession
Seeing Fu Liang act this way, Wang Yin feigned even greater surprise.
"Hey, Fu Liang, what are you doing?"
"We've always been good friends, haven't we? Don't do this, you're scaring me!"
Having worked so hard to create this much momentum, Wang Yin had no intention of letting the dramatic scene end so quickly.
While speaking, she was also concentrating on scanning the growing crowd, observing whether any of the eligible young men she liked were present.
However, the moment her gaze swept across Jiang Ruolin standing beside Liu Shang, she couldn't help but feel a pang of panic and quickly averted her eyes.
Jiang Ruolin was a 'queen bee' figure, the absolute center of their social circle. A girl like Wang Yin, who desperately wanted to break into that world, had no choice but to look up to her.
She truly couldn't figure it out. Why would a girl of Jiang Ruolin's caliber choose Fu Liang's roommate, Liu Shang, who seemed so ordinary?
Perhaps their unlikely relationship was what had inspired Fu Liang to be so bold with her.
At that moment, Fu Liang, still kneeling on one knee, took a deep breath. "Wang Yin, we've known each other for three months."
"In my eyes, you are so unique and different."
"In my heart, I don't just think of you as a good friend."
By now, more and more people had gathered, and some students had helpfully started chanting, "Get together!"
"It's so romantic!"
"Say yes!"
But Wang Yin, while inwardly beaming with pride, put on a delicately troubled frown. "Fu Liang, please don't be like this, okay?"
"I've always just thought of you as a buddy, a good friend."
"Please stop making a scene!"
Seeing his advance blocked, Fu Liang grew anxious and even more nervous. He had to play his final trump card.
"Wang Yin, please don't reject me so quickly."
"Over these three months, I've chronicled every bit of my love for you."
"Today, I want to tell you everything that's in my heart!"
As he spoke, Fu Liang, still kneeling, took out a pre-prepared white electronic speaker.
He was about to play the recording he had practiced and re-recorded countless times.
Since he had always wanted to achieve the greatest sensational effect, he had turned the speaker's volume all the way up.
However, the second he pressed the play button, what came out was not his emotional confession.
Instead, it was a cheerful jingle, similar to one played by a streetside water-sprinkler truck.
A few seconds after the music began, an incredibly loud voice that did not belong to Fu Liang blared out: "Collecting waste, old appliances, washing machines… collecting junk…"
At such a critical juncture, when everyone was holding their breath, their eyes full of anticipation as they waited for Fu Liang's affectionate confession, this recording of a junk collector's call came out of nowhere.
The sudden shift was like a car swerving at 180 km/h—the whiplash was so severe it felt like everyone's backs had snapped.
It took only a split second for a burst of laughter, comparable to an atomic bomb's explosion, to erupt from the crowd.
The spectacle was happening right under Wang Yin's dormitory, where many people knew her and her rather poor reputation.
Therefore, the speaker's call for "collecting waste products, old home appliances, and rags" felt ironically, hilariously appropriate to the occasion!
The moment the speaker blared, Zheng Shiwei slapped his forehead helplessly, while Cheng Meng laughed so hard his stomach hurt, squatting on the ground and covering his face with his hands.
Liu Shang, who had been genuinely curious about what kind of affectionate words Fu Liang could possibly say, nearly choked on his own saliva, coughing uncomfortably as he laughed.
Beside him, Jiang Ruolin, who had been equally nervous and concerned for Fu Liang, couldn't help but smile.
But as Liu Shang's girlfriend, she felt she should be on Fu Liang's side, so she was too embarrassed to laugh out loud.
This sudden turn of events was so shocking and funny, however, that she couldn't help but turn and bury her face in Liu Shang's arms.
Her shoulders and body shook uncontrollably with suppressed laughter.
Amidst this astonishing scene and the uproarious laughter surrounding him, Fu Liang, at the center of it all, was completely stunned.
He truly didn't understand why his carefully recorded, affectionate confession had turned into "collecting waste products, old appliances, and junk."
In his dizzying panic, his mind went completely blank.
He only knew he had to turn off the damned speaker, but in that moment, he couldn't figure out how!
After the incident, everyone conducted a serious analysis of the accident.
The seemingly inconspicuous white speaker, which cost over 100 yuan new, was actually quite advanced and could store several recordings at once.
But in that tense situation, who knows which button Fu Liang had pressed, but he had released the junk collection recording that had come pre-installed on the device.
While everyone was roaring with laughter, the speaker in Fu Liang's hand was still blaring its call for waste and old appliances.
At this moment, Wang Yin, who felt she was the one being publicly mocked, was on the verge of losing her mind.
It was supposed to be a romantic courtship ceremony. The atmosphere and sensational effect had met her expectations.
She had been planning to gently reject Fu Liang and then, leveraging her newfound popularity, make a move on the rich, handsome man she'd been ambiguously involved with.
Who would have thought that this unlucky, damned Fu Liang would come up with a stunt like this?
Wang Yin could feel her fantasy of landing a rich man and breaking into the elite social circle completely shattering.
And the cursed nickname "old junk" would now follow her like the shadow of death for all four years of university.
All of this was because of this damned Fu Liang!
The next moment, consumed by shame and rage, Wang Yin angrily snatched the bouquet of roses from Fu Liang and slammed it down on him with shocking force.
Her previous ladylike and delicate demeanor vanished, replaced by a torrent of foul language.
"Fu Liang! You fucking bastard!"
"What is wrong with you?!"
"I was truly blind to have ever known you!"
"I will hate you for the rest of my life!"
With that, Wang Yin stormed off, leaving behind a dumbfounded Fu Liang sitting on the ground amidst a scatter of rose petals.
Unsurprisingly, this incident would become the biggest and most sensational topic on Christmas Eve in the history of YUU.
The sensation and effect it caused far exceeded Wang Yin's initial expectations.
It was just a pity that this sensation was entirely negative.
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