Pursuing Her Best Friend after Confession Failed-Chapter 172 - 110: Casual Move Calls for Conquest (Subscription and Monthly Votes Wanted)_3

The three girls kept bombarding them with questions, their shocked gazes alternating between the composed Li Yuan and the bashful Jiang Zhiyu.

Jiang Zhiyu wasn’t just pretty; she was also incredibly talented. As the president of the music club, she came from a prominent and wealthy family, making her one of those dazzling girls who seemed to glow. She had countless admirers and secret crushes.

For her three roommates—Li Qingqing, Zhang Ruoxue, and Xie Ping—it was hard to imagine a girl of such caliber actively pursuing a guy.

Li Yuan glanced at Little Fish, who shyly began to explain. "I met Xia Hua through a book."

"Xia Hua is extremely talented. He wrote a book, and since I love reading for inspiration, I happened to come across it. Then I took the initiative to add him on QQ, and after chatting for a while, we got to know each other quite well. Then, when he started school, I went to find him..."

Seeing Little Fish naively spilling the entire story of how they met, Li Yuan quickly coughed to interrupt her. "COUGH, COUGH. Little Fish, that’s enough. It’s almost noon, let’s go get something to eat."

Jiang Zhiyu stopped mid-sentence, looking puzzled at Li Yuan, who simply winked back, signaling for her to stop talking.

Are you trying to cause my social death by telling them every single detail?

Li Qingqing, who was finding the story fascinating, shot him a playful look and said with a smile, "Li Yuan, let Little Fish continue. It sounds very interesting."

Zhang Ruoxue chimed in curiously, "Qingqing’s right. Zhiyu, please continue. What made you think of asking Li Yuan to write a song?"

Little Fish pursed her lips to hide a giggle, her big eyes curving into crescents. She sneaked a glance at Li Yuan, her whole being radiating a sweet happiness.

"One time, I secretly went on Xia Hua’s QQ space and saw some poetry he had written. I thought it was incredibly beautiful and elegant. It felt like it could be turned into a song if set to music."

"I figured if Xia Hua could write such a lovely story, writing song lyrics wouldn’t be hard for him. Later, when we were chatting, I hinted at it. He told me that if someone gave him a Silver League, he would write them a song..."

Li Yuan awkwardly touched his nose and protested, "Little Fish, did I really say that? I don’t remember it at all."

Little Fish blinked and covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. "It was in the book fan group chat. I brought up the topic first, but then we got sidetracked. Your exact reply was, ’Whoever gives me a Silver League, I’ll write them a song.’"

"So, I secretly gave you your first Silver League. But when I saw you’d forgotten about it, I was too embarrassed to bring it up..."

Hearing Little Fish’s explanation, Li Yuan finally remembered that something like that had indeed happened.

That chat in the fan group had been very late at night. He remembered talking for a bit before lying down and falling asleep, paying no attention to what happened afterward.

An embarrassed look crossed Li Yuan’s face. No wonder Little Fish had made such a request when she revealed her identity to him in person. It turned out he had already agreed to it long ago.

"Haha, Little Fish, I’m sorry about that. I was writing very, very late that night and just passed out. I didn’t notice."

Listening to the story of how Li Yuan and Little Fish met, Li Qingqing and her friends found it all very amusing.

Remembering the book Jiang Zhiyu had mentioned, Zhang Ruoxue asked curiously, "Li Yuan, you write books? What’s the title? I’d like to give it a read."

Li Yuan’s expression grew even more awkward. In 2008, writing web novels wasn’t considered particularly respectable; it lacked the prestige of publishing a physical book.

Furthermore, *Battle Starry Sky* was a genuine harem novel with multiple female leads. He had even smoothly woven in some rather spicy, detailed romantic scenes.

If Little Fish’s roommates were to see that, it would be more than just social death. I might as well find a wall and bang my head against it.