Chapter 130: Willing to Fall from Heaven for You 15

As the sports meet approached, every class began their preparations. Apart from the long-distance campus run, Le Yixian had not signed up for anything else.

"Xiao Xian, tell me, should I take that gift back to school to give to him, or what?" An Mila twisted her fingers, looking conflicted.

The young girl before her had a faint blush on her face. Le Yixian pondered for a moment and said, "Didn't Lin Xuan say he was holding a birthday party at his house? You could just bring it there and give it to him."

"He's throwing a party at his house??" An Mila was stunned.

Le Yixian was surprised. "You didn't know?"

An Mila clutched her clothes, then quickly let go, looking down at her shoes. "I didn't know."

"He just said it while you were in the restroom," Le Yixian said, seeing her dejected expression.

Subconsciously, she glanced at Huang Ze, who was focused on his homework. She thought to herself, Huang Ze must be that Baal; it’s useless for him to like this little angel, as she belongs to that Lucifer.

As for whether Lin Xuan is Lucifer, that still needs to be tested.

However, she first had to protect this little girl from the triggered Gabriel.

An Mila remained low-spirited for the entire afternoon, listlessly scribbling on her notebook with a pen.

At the end of the school day, as students hurried to leave, Le Yixian asked her, "Do you want to walk together?"

Just as An Mila was about to answer, a shadow fell over her. She looked up to see Lin Xuan standing before her, full of arrogance. "It’s my birthday on Friday. Have you prepared my gift?"

Such a brazen way of demanding a gift left An Mila speechless. Before she could speak, Le Yixian chimed in first, "Yes, of course. I spent the entire night with her last week picking out the most special gift for you."

"Xiao Xian!" An Mila cried out in exasperation at her friend's words. She turned to explain to Lin Xuan, "I didn't specifically pick a gift for you. I just sent something random."

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow and let out an "Oh," leaning down toward her. "Really? No special gift for me? And here I was, looking forward to it!"

The warm breath made An Mila uncomfortable. She turned her face away and replied stiffly, "None!"

"Fine, if there isn't one, there isn't one. You'll come on Friday at seven, right?" Lin Xuan asked.

"We'll... we'll see. If I don't have to work, I'll go," An Mila replied.

Lin Xuan smiled and said in a firm, unwavering tone, "You must come."

Without waiting for An Mila to respond, he turned his gaze to Le Yixian. "Class representative, remember to come too. Of course, it would be even better if you took off your glasses on Friday night."

"If I take off my glasses, I can't see the road," Le Yixian said, pushing up her frames.

The implication was clear: don't get any ideas.

"Alright, I'll be happy if you can come too."

Le Yixian noticed a gaze fixed upon her. She turned and met Huang Ze's eyes. Behind lenses thicker than the bottom of a beer bottle, it was impossible to discern the emotions in his eyes, but one could sense the intensity of his focus. Le Yixian glanced at An Mila, who was packing her things, and understood: *Hmph, staring at his crush again.*

But, kid, you’re no match for Lucifer. Just give up.

On Friday evening after school, Le Yixian asked An Mila if she wanted to go to the party together. The latter’s gaze drifted, and she replied in a voice as soft as a mosquito's, "...Sorry, Xiao Xian, I have other plans."

"With whom?" Le Yixian asked.

"Dummy, let's go." Lin Xuan walked up to them.

An Mila had already packed her bag and stood up at his words. She said to Le Yixian, "Xiao Xian, I'm leaving first."

Le Yixian watched their retreating figures disappear through the classroom door, wondering to herself, *When did these two get together?*

However, judging by An Mila's reaction, Lin Xuan must be the legendary Lucifer.

Could he be using a disguise? Although Lin Xuan was very handsome—comparable to Hania, who held the title of God of Beauty—legend had it that Lucifer’s beauty was unrivaled by anyone except God himself.

As expected, myths and legends were all lies.

"My condolences," Huang Ze’s voice sounded in her ear.

Le Yixian snapped out of her thoughts and met Huang Ze’s gaze. Because they were closer this time, she saw a flicker of sympathy in his eyes.

*What did I do? Why does this guy feel sorry for me?*

Her eyelid twitched. She picked up her schoolbag, patted Huang Ze on the shoulder, and said, "Well, don't give up. There are still many beautiful girls in this world."

"..." Huang Ze didn't speak. He slung his bag over his shoulder and followed closely behind her, his scorching gaze seemingly trying to poke holes through her back.

Unable to stand it, Le Yixian stopped and turned around. "Huang Ze, do you have something to say?"

Huang Ze looked at her and asked hesitantly, "When you told me to give up, what did you mean?"

"..." Le Yixian hadn't expected him to ask this. She rubbed her chin, speaking tactfully and carefully, avoiding An Mila’s name for fear of reopening his wounds. "Don't force it. If you give up on one flower, there will be many more waiting for you."

"You... do you mean... you don't like me?" Huang Ze lowered his head slightly. The reflection on his lenses made it impossible to read his expression.

Le Yixian hadn't heard the middle part of his sentence clearly and assumed he was still talking about An Mila, so she nodded. "Yes, I don't like you!"

Huang Ze swayed, his hands clenching into fists. "Then who do you like?"

??????

*Why on earth did the conversation shift to me? Weren't we just talking about An Mila?*

The boy before her stared at her intensely. Le Yixian, who had originally intended to make up an excuse, sighed. "The person I like is the most handsome person in the world. I really like him, I love him very much."

Hearing this, Huang Ze felt a bit of sadness, but mostly anger—especially seeing the soft, nostalgic expression on the girl's face. His fury flared. "Is that guy Lin Xuan??"

"...What are you thinking? How could I possibly like him?" Le Yixian was stunned for a moment, her mouth twitching as she shook her head. "The person I like isn't him."

"Then who is it?" Huang Ze continued to press.

*Huh? Why is this guy so obsessed with who I like???*

"The person I like isn't here," Le Yixian replied, her expression softening slightly. "But I believe I'll be able to see him soon."

Huang Ze pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Alright, don't be sad," Le Yixian said, patting his shoulder to comfort him, thinking he was still hung up on his unrequited love for An Mila. "Actually, it's normal that Mila doesn't like you and likes Lin Xuan instead. After all, your height is a bit... well. If you drink more milk and grow taller, girls will like you soon enough."

"If I grow taller, will you like me?" Huang Ze asked, looking at her.

"Of course. Girls all like tall boys," Le Yixian nodded.

"What about you?"