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A cute soft girl who looks like a confident diva and loves Western-style makeup, along with a seemingly aloof yet actually cunning and sharp-tongued cat-loving senior, navigate misunderstandings in reality after their online interactions.
Chapter 1
During Freshers' Week, I received a message.
"Hello, freshman. Please send me your name, social security number, and a bank card's number in the following format. Thank you."
As an educated woman who had seen a lot, I couldn't help but scoff.
"Ha, you think you can fool me with such a bad trick? Dream on!"
Feeling like a modern-day heroine, I decided to report this pathetic scammer.
Later that evening, when there was no scheduled event, the college organized an Experience Sharing Session for the new-comers.
A handsome guy who bore a striking resemblance to Tom Cruise walked in, instantly captivating the group of girls. They were utterly smitten.
During the Q&A session, I was unexpectedly singled out. "Excuse me," my voice piped up, "Can I have your contact information?"
"Well," he said, staring at me with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "My account was just reported by some new-comer girl this afternoon."
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Originally, there was no evening training, so my roommate Tina and I had planned to find some fun.
But then, our counselor tagged everyone in the group chat.
"Good afternoon, freshmen. An experience sharing session tonight in Room 801. The meeting is of great importance. Please try your best to attend."
My roommate Tina Holden immediately put down her makeup brush. "Ugh, what a buzzkill. I just thought we finally had a free evening."
I was already halfway through my eyeliner, so I decided to finish it off and added a bold lip color for good measure.
"Wow, Vanessa, your makeup looks just like your profile pic. It's gorgeous!"
"Really? Thanks," I said, a little shy.
"Come on, let's go. If we're late, we won't get seats."
Reluctantly, we arrived at Room 801 on time and managed to have seats in the third-to-last row.
Then a strikingly handsome man walked in.
He was dressed in a blue striped shirt, looking polished and clean. His cool, refined features were softened by a faint, almost distant smile.
The room buzzed with whispers.
"Wow, this is unexpected. We should've grabbed a front-row seat to get a better look." Even Tina, my stunning roommate, couldn't help but comment.
"Now, let's welcome Nigel Wheeler to share his experiences with academics and campus life," the host announced.
I had to admit, this Nigel guy was the real deal. National scholarships, prestigious research projects, a competitive innovation competition, and even an exchange program-his achievements left everyone in awe.
He spoke at a measured pace, his refined and articulate manner adding an air of modesty to his excellent impression.
Suddenly, his gaze swept across the room and landed on me. His expression visibly stiffened for a moment.
I secretly pulled out the makeup case to check my reflection.
There was nothing out of the ordinary. So why did he look so strange?
The host then announced that it was time for free interaction. Tina immediately grabbed my arm and pulled me up.
In an instant, hundreds of eyes were on me, and Nigel's brows furrowed slightly.
"Um..." I stammered, feeling a bit flustered. "Could I get your contact info?"
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