âGideon, I like you.â
On the main road of Hoth University, a girl in a pink dress shyly confessed her
feelings to a boy with anticipation.
Gideon, accustomed to such situations, showed a gentle smile. âSorry, Iâm not
considering dating anyone at the moment.â
Ignoring the girlâs stunned expression, Gideon walked past her and left.
Tears welled up in the girlâs eyes immediately. Her friends, who had been
hiding nearby, quickly gathered around to comfort her. âItâs okay. Maybe he
just doesnât know you well enough. Thatâs why he unseeingly rejected you!â
âYeah! Youâre so great, itâs his loss for rejecting you!â
However, the girl didnât cheer up at their words. She only felt sadder. âBut I really, really like him.â
Her friends exchanged glances. Who wouldnât like Gideon?
Over the years, Hoth University had seen numerous heartthrobs, but none could hold the title as consistently as Gideon. He remained unchallenged at
the top.
Just in Hoth University alone, the number of girls secretly in love with him was
staggering, not to mention girls from surrounding schoolsâ¦
There was also a never-ending stream of girls from other schools coming
here just to take picture of Gideon.
This confession didnât affect Gideon at all. Such incidents were too frequent,
he couldnât even remember what the girl looked like.
From this perspective, Gideon was always indifferent.
When he arrived at the drafting room, Gideon found it packed, with only one
seat leftâ¦
Without hesitation, he walked to the only available spot and sat down,
unsurprisingly catching Lenaâs indifferent gaze.
Lena, Rumbaâs prized pupil, was famous in the architecture department for
her stunning design style. Her aloof demeanor was as well-known as her
talent.
Unlike Gideonâs gentlemanly demeanor, Lena showed no kindness to her
suitors, often shattering their confidence with her icy words.
The most ruthless story about her was that she once reduced a suitor to tears
with just three questions, making him avoid her ever since.
âWhat are you looking at?â
Lost in thought, Gideon didnât realize he was staring, prompting Lena to frown
and ask coldly.
âYou seem to have a mistake in your data here.â Snapped back to reality by
Lenaâs voice, Gideon calmly pointed out an error in Lenaâs blueprint.
Lena checked the calculations and, sure enough, found a mistake.
âThanks.â Without dwelling on it, Lena lowered her head and started
correcting her blueprint.
Gideon then turned his attention back to his own work, methodically taking
out his materials and beginning to sketch his design draft.
Rumba was always strict in his requirements, insisting on hand-drawn design
drafts unless absolutely necessary. This meant their coursework was much
more extensive than that of typical architecture students.
While everyone was immersed in their work, a thin boy burst into the room
excitedly.
âLena! Gideon! Youâve won an award!â
He talked softly, but it was particularly jarring in the quiet drafting room,
instantly drawing everyoneâs attention to Lena and Gideon.
The thin boy, named Willington Pitman, hurried over to Lena with admiration.
âLena, you won first prize!â