The tenth time I felt the icy glare of the school's most popular guy, I saw the floating text: [The male lead time-traveled back ten years, only to find his wife is still someone else's girlfriend. His world has collapsed.] [Crushing on her for years, finally winning her over, and now he has to start from scratch.] [Baby Chloe has a boyfriend right now; the male lead can only endure it.] [I have a feeling this old man in a young body won't hold back like his nineteen-year-old self did.] Sure enough, the next second, my phone buzzed with an anonymous text: [Hello, can you break up with him?] [Or, do you mind having an extra boyfriend?] [I promise, I'll hide properly until you break up.] 1 The elective class bell rang. As I was packing my books, the guy sitting behind me tapped my back with his pen. I turned around to see him looking down nervously. "Chloe, c-could you help me with this problem?" I nodded and took his calculus workbook to write down the solution. "Got it?" After explaining, I looked up at him. The guy seemed to snap out of a trance, his ears burning red as he nodded awkwardly. "I got it. Chloe, you're really amazing." I smiled politely. "You're welcome. Ask me anytime." As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt that icy stare again. Here we go again. I glanced diagonally ahead at Julian Thorne. Sharp brows, high nose, fair skin making his dark eyes look like deep pools. Right now, he was staring resentfully at the boy smiling at me. When our eyes met, his gaze flickered, revealing loneliness and sorrow. Like a puppy abandoned by its owner. This was the tenth time today. Since morning, whenever a boy spoke to me—whether it was a classmate asking for contact info or a senior from a club—he would appear with precision, watching silently from a corner. Then, when I noticed him, his eyelashes would tremble, pitiful and desolate. This was too abnormal. We had never interacted before. I only knew he was the campus heartthrob, cold in personality, top of the Computer Science department. I rarely stayed on campus except for classes and didn't live in the dorms. I couldn't figure out how I had offended him. Just as I was about to confront him, scrolling text appeared before my eyes: [A 29-year-old man will stare intensely at his wife, but 19-year-old Julian Thorne will only silently tell himself he has no right to be jealous.] [Hahaha, the desperate husband's inner monologue: Every man approaching my wife has bad intentions!] [The male lead traveled back from 29 to 19. His wife is still someone else's girlfriend. His world collapsed, and now guys keep talking to her. It's annoying!] [A secret crush for years, finally got the wife, now reset. Who wouldn't go crazy!] ... 2 I blinked, making sure I wasn't hallucinating. Julian Thorne had a crush on me? And he's my future husband? This isn't the 19-year-old Julian, but my husband Julian from the future? While I was processing this shock, more text appeared: [No choice, Baby Chloe is dating her childhood friend right now. Male lead can only endure.] [I feel like this old man won't hold back like he did at nineteen.] ... Dating? I remembered. Liam, that brat, dated the department beauty and got dumped. Later, she invited him to her birthday party. He offered a month's allowance, begging me to pretend to be his girlfriend to save face. I didn't need the money, but Liam was annoying. He begged every day. I couldn't take it anymore and agreed. Did Julian see us that day? While I was silently cursing my troublemaker childhood friend, he messaged me: [Chloe, emergency!!!] Before I could type, the back door of the classroom slammed open. Liam, with his sharp and flashy features, panicked, grabbed my bag with one hand and dragged me out with the other. "Liam! You..." Bang! A chair slammed back, making a loud noise. It cut me off and stopped Liam and me in our tracks. Looking back. Julian stood against the light, jaw tight, looking at where Liam held my hand. His eyes revealed collapse, pain, and longing. Then his Adam's apple bobbed, voice hoarse: "Sorry, I got up too fast. Didn't scare you, did I?" Liam dragged the still-dazed me out, hurriedly replying: "No worries, bro. Understand the rush to leave." The floating text went wild: [He really can't hold it in now. Screw being a model student, screw moral baselines, screw taking it slow! I want my wife!] [Don't! Don't provoke this desperate husband anymore. He's really going to snap!] [Chloe, don't go! Chloe!] I recalled the scene just now. Why did it feel like I really made Julian into a desperate husband abandoned by his wife? 3 "Chloe, good Chloe, beautiful and kind goddess, you don't have classes later, right?" "Come to the gathering later. Mia will be there with her boyfriend. Come with me, please." Outside the school, Liam leaned against his flashy new sports car, putting his hands together in prayer. "Liam, you're sick. I'm done acting! Playing this game with you is blocking my own romance!" Thinking of Julian, I glanced at Liam coolly and refused. Liam froze, looking at me excitedly: "Romance? You never cared about that. What? Found someone you like?" "None of your business. Only you can date, but I can't?" I side-eyed him. "Tch, fine. I'll find someone new tomorrow. I'm this handsome." "But you, careful not to get scammed. Want me to graciously check him out for you?" "Also, when we go abroad after graduation, don't beg me to take care of you in a foreign land." Liam's eyes were sharp, his tone sarcastic. I kicked the tire of his beloved car, smiling fakely: "Fix your lack of direction first. Who's taking care of whom?" While speaking, the text appeared again: [Holy crap, is Baby Chloe fake dating? Acting?] [Hahaha, Julian's world is collapsing even more. In the past life, he crushed on her through high school and college. Only when she returned from abroad and met at a banquet did he dare approach using business cooperation.] [This is the consequence of not speaking up. If only he had the courage to ask back then.] [Sigh, 19-year-old Julian had nothing. Chloe and Liam were childhood friends, matched in status.] [Looks like even after becoming a big boss, he still didn't dare ask.] [Of course not. After all, the heroine proposed a marriage of alliance for mutual benefit. He always thought it was a business marriage, later silently transferring most assets to her name.] ... Just as I was reading the scrolling text seriously. My phone vibrated. An anonymous message appeared: [Hello, can you break up with him?] I froze. Before I could react, another message came: [Or, do you mind having an extra boyfriend?] [I promise, I'll hide properly until you break up.] My finger hovered over the screen. I typed three words: [Julian Thorne?] Just as I debated sending it, Liam suddenly leaned in: "Who is it? That crush of yours?" My hand slipped, and I hit send. My temple throbbed. I locked the phone and glared at Liam. "What? So precious about it." Liam snorted, opening the car door coldly: "Drive you back?" "No need. Scarlett asked me to go shopping. Go by yourself." Hearing Scarlett's name, Liam got into the car cleanly, roaring away. 4 "Where's that brat Liam? I've been back for days, and he hasn't come to pay respects?" Scarlett flipped her thick ash-brown curls, annoyance on her glamorous face. I sat on the sofa, absentmindedly watching models display the season's new arrivals. I explained to this childhood friend who grew up with Liam and me: "He said last time you came back, you used him as a practice model, scolding him while shooting. It traumatized him." Scarlett's lips curled coldly: "Don't worry, I don't care for him now." "I passed a mechanic shop a few days ago and saw a prime specimen." "I'll ride you there later. I want him to practice on." Prime specimen? Julian's face flashed in my mind. I took out my phone, tapping the screen. No messages. I raised an eyebrow slightly. At night, having shopped enough, Miss Scarlett rode her new motorcycle and took me to that shop. The owner greeted us with shining eyes. Before he could speak, Scarlett pointed at a man not far away: "Let him do it." The man looked up, weary and indifferent. But seeing me, he paused slightly. I looked at Julian in a black tank top, broad shoulders, narrow waist, arm muscles smooth and powerful, and smiled slightly. "How is he? Prime, right?" "Perfect proportions, golden ratio, photogenic as hell." Scarlett's eyes burned with artistic passion. "Yes, prime indeed." I watched Julian walking closer and replied softly.
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