Love? The Reborn Me Just Wants to Obtain Rewards-Chapter 492 - 221 If It’s The Law

"Fuck!"

Xia Yu and Sao Ji looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"Is that Huai?"

"Xia Xia, I’m freaking hearing things..."

Just as the two guys were doubting their life choices, five out of the six girls in dorm 515 jumped up.

Xu Yueyue was the most shocked, "Huai... Huai... oh my god!"

The most admiring cousin exclaimed, "Su Huai’s voice is really good, and his basics are so solid, right? He must have put in a lot of effort."

Bai Huitian was the angriest, "Fuck! Did Gou Huai really play us last time?"

Hu Manli was the crudest, "Dammit, I’ve been made a fool of!"

Shu Shengnan was the most composed, "Nuannuan, did you know about this all along?"

Chen Nuanhan was the most proud, the happiest, the most excited, and the most smug, grinning with a wide mouth in vanity, "He is low-key, doesn’t like to show off. He just decided to give me the most unforgettable gift for my birthday..."

Man, she sure knew how to take advantage.

But the other sisters believed it, nodding in realization, "Oh! No wonder, that’s indeed very thoughtful."

"If love has a destiny... Wow! That’s so romantic!"

"It’s over, it’s done, Nuannuan’s fallen~~~"

"If someone did that for me, I’d fall too. Su Huai always acts like such a straight guy, but he’s really dependable when it counts!"

Listening to the girls’ words, Wu Tianyou and Chu Changkuo stared at each other, almost bursting at the seams. freёwebnoѵel.com

Wu Tianyou directed all his anger towards Changkuo, fuming, "Are you fucking stupid? With him singing so well, why didn’t you fucking say anything earlier?"

Chu Changkuo’s head was buzzing, he couldn’t even think to retort and just mumbled to himself in disbelief, "Impossible... it must be fake... I don’t believe it!"

The whole place was in turmoil, all brought on by Su Huai’s voice.

Meanwhile, on the stage, Su Huai had already completely immersed himself in an indescribable emotion.

Li Jian’s lyrics were too beautiful, too touching. The depth wasn’t something that could kill a young man with a single blow, but rather like shooting a middle-aged person in the forehead.

"How many times in my confusion, it’s as if I saw you in the crowd, you appeared vaguely, then disappeared in the blink of an eye..."

If he didn’t lie to himself, then Su Huai had to admit that in his previous life, even in his 30s, he would occasionally feel as if he caught sight of Chen Nuanhan’s figure in a moment of distraction.

Back then, his love had turned to hate, the hate had gradually faded, and Chen Nuanhan no longer left any trace in his life.

Yet the unrequited love of his youth was strangely wonderful, always jumping out to mock him when he least expected it, stirring the already-rusted strings of his heart.

The sound of those strings was slow and dark, always filled with regret and sorrow.

White Moonlight might not be the best, but what one can’t have is always the most unforgettable.

In the end, time blurs all the details, leaving just one haunting question—

What if... Could it have been?

This was the musical poem that could bring tears to the faces of middle-aged people at a certain stage in life, "If love has a destiny."

Before, Su Huai thought he had gotten over it, but as he actually sang out loud, so many memories he had tried to forget suddenly came flooding back.

That summer when he was rising from a junior to a senior in college, on one day during the summer vacation, Chen Nuanhan had called him on WeChat, "Come on, I’m treating you to watermelon!"

Su didn’t even ask, he just bought a chilled watermelon and took it to her place.

As soon as the doorbell rang, Chen Nuanhan ran to open it, also without asking.

While digging into the watermelon at the dining table, Chen Nuanhan had her left foot on the chair, fiddling with her toes, and turned to Su with her right hand, "Tissue!"

Back then, Su had no idea how to refuse her, nor could he possibly have refused.

Pulling out a tissue, watching her carelessly wipe her mouth, Su’s eyes were full of laughter, and his heart was brimming with happiness.

Then, in an offhand comment, she asked, "We’re about to graduate, what are your plans? Why don’t you join me?"

Su hesitated for a moment, shaking his head, "I’ve found a place to intern."

"Oh." Chen Nuanhan lowered her head, "Is it reliable?"

Su answered nonchalantly, "It’s not about being reliable or not, I’ll work hard, study hard, and wait for opportunities. My foundations are so weak, I can only struggle."

"Then you go for it."

Chen Nuanhan lazily sprawled onto the sofa, offering lackluster encouragement, "With your steadiness, you’re bound to make it."

That day seemed like any other, but looking back, it felt different to Su now.

After that, little Su really began to struggle.

He did the most work, the most overtime, handling all sorts of jobs that weren’t even his responsibility.

They were all trivial matters, but he was clumsy, after all.

Being average yet unwilling to settle was too painful; the top 10% of his peers were great at everything, the top 1% of geniuses quickly stood out, and the top 0.1% of prodigies could only look far behind at Wei Dongyi’s figure, while freaks like Wei Dongyi had long since left the dimension of ordinary human life.

But even Wei Dongyi’s ranking in the mathematics world wasn’t that high, so where is the limit of humanity?

Su didn’t know, he only knew that everything he did required great effort.

Therefore, his efforts naturally failed.

He saw Nan Guangzhu as a goal he could chase, because their family conditions were similar, the gap in intelligence wasn’t big, and they were equally hardworking and resilient...

But the reality was that even Nan Guangzhu was gifted, with high EQ, sweet-tongued but not sycophantic, and very methodical in dealing with people.

Then, as the world he saw grew larger, he and Chen Nuanhan had less and less in common.

Perhaps every clumsy, running child has felt similar—the harder they try, the more desperate they become. Effort doesn’t bring fulfilment; it only makes the disparity clearer.

A long time later, Su finally caught up with the top 20% of his peers and surpassed his own limits with great difficulty.

But by then, Chen Nuanhan had already squeezed into the top 0.1% and perhaps even higher.