Everyone present froze at once, rooted to the spot, disbelief written all over their faces.

Some even thought they had misheard.

Let him be what?

Be the third?

They must have heard wrong.

They had to have heard wrong.

At that moment, the team leader who had finished arranging things downstairs hurried up, worried about the situation above. As soon as he stepped onto the rooftop, he lowered his voice and asked his officer seriously,

“How’s it going?”

“Did you figure out why he’s jumping?”

“Stabilize him first. If there’s anything we can meet, meet it. Getting him down safely is the priority.”

The officer being questioned was still somewhat dazed. He blurted out instinctively,

“He wants to be the third.”

“Alright, satisfy his demands first, stabilize him—”

The team leader only reacted halfway through his sentence. He suddenly turned his head toward the officer, his voice rising uncontrollably.

“What did you just say he wants to do?!”

The officer’s expression was complicated. He swallowed and repeated it.

“He said he wants to be the third.”

The team leader’s eyes widened in shock. For a long moment he could not say a word, his face filled with unprecedented confusion.

Clearly, this was the first time he had encountered such an absurd reason for jumping.

Chu Junheng’s face darkened completely.

The man who had just been watching indifferently immediately stepped forward after hearing that.

He wrapped an arm around Wen Ruyu’s shoulders and pulled him firmly into his embrace, the movement forceful and possessive.

It was an unmistakable declaration of ownership.

At that moment, the way Chu Junheng looked at the boy was so dark it seemed as though ink could drip from his gaze. His tone was full of mockery.

“I didn’t expect the eldest young master of the Su family to have a hobby of being the third.”

The boy on the rooftop edge was indeed the eldest young master of the Su family—Su Xian.

The words pierced him. His expression turned gloomy at once. He shot Chu Junheng a sharp look, eyes filled with defiance and hostility.

“Drop the sarcasm. I’m not like you, forcing people against their will.”

Everyone present: “...?”

You’re threatening to jump off a building to force someone and that doesn’t count as forcing?

You don’t seem much better.

And now you’re even volunteering to be the third?

Su Xian showed no awareness that he was coercing someone. He continued speaking, each word dripping with ridicule.

“Who knows how you got that ‘boyfriend’ title? Probably used who knows how many underhanded tricks to force Wen Ruyu to be with you.”

“And you dare act like a good person.”

Perhaps because the words hit too close to the truth, or perhaps because of Su Xian’s mocking tone, Chu Junheng’s gaze turned even colder.

He let out a cold laugh and replied unhurriedly, each word sharp.

“Underhanded tricks?”

“At least I’m not so shameless as to beg to be the third.”

“Even if I used tricks, I can keep him by my side. What about you?”

“You risk your life crawling up here and still don’t even qualify to be the third.”

Su Xian’s chest felt tight with anger. He gritted his teeth.

“Chu Junheng! Don’t get cocky! What’s so great about having a title? You know exactly how you got it!”

“Do you really think Wen Ruyu likes you?”

“Are you that starved for affection, clinging to someone whose heart belongs to someone else? How noble are you?”

Chu Junheng’s eyes darkened, but this time he did not flare up. Instead, he looked down at the person in his arms, his tone almost flaunting.

“At least I have the title of boyfriend. I can stand beside him openly. I can touch him openly.”

After saying that, he lowered his head in front of everyone and pressed a deliberate kiss to Wen Ruyu’s smooth cheek, the action forceful and possessive.

It was clearly meant to provoke.

Su Xian snapped instantly.

His face turned pale, then green, then pale again. The way he looked at Chu Junheng was as if he might pull out a knife the next second.

Killing intent almost solidified in the air.

He bit his lower lip until blood seeped between his teeth before forcing down the rage burning in his chest.

“Chu Junheng! Don’t be too pleased with yourself! What’s the use of having a title?”

“He’s never had you in his heart!”

“You dragged him away just now, didn’t you? And yet he still came back!”

“Do you really think you can beat Fu Qingfeng?”

Only an enemy knows exactly where to stab to hurt the most.

Those words struck like a blade, hitting Chu Junheng’s weak spot precisely.

His expression became extremely ugly. The veins on the hand gripping Wen Ruyu stood out, and the air around him turned frighteningly heavy.

Wen Ruyu, at the center of their argument, had barely changed expression from beginning to end.

Even after being kissed, his beautiful eyes remained calm.

As though their quarrel had nothing to do with him.

He even found it noisy.

It did not matter to him who won or lost.

He almost wished they would all perish together.

System 099 sensed Wen Ruyu’s thoughts and spoke inside his mind, curiosity in its tone.

“Dear, aren’t you afraid one of them might be the Dungeon Boss?”

Wen Ruyu’s long lashes trembled slightly.

“You can read my thoughts?”

“Yes, dear. But I’m usually not that bored.”

099 admitted it bluntly. It had never proactively read a player’s thoughts before.

This was the first time.

It simply wanted to know what he thought when so many people were fighting for him, exhausting themselves over him.

It had not expected him to think they were noisy.

And to wish they would hurry up and die.

He had such a delicate, beautiful face. He looked fragile and pitiable.

Yet his thoughts were cold and merciless.

It was a strange contradiction.

Like beauty intertwined with malice.

Like a delicate parasitic vine—seemingly weak and dependent, yet secretly draining its host tree until nothing remained.

Wen Ruyu did not seem bothered that his thoughts were read.

“I’m not afraid.”

“Why?”

“Read it yourself.”

099: “...”

It did.

And read nothing.

He had emptied his mind.

Of course no one would truly be indifferent to having their thoughts read. Wen Ruyu was no exception.

He shifted his focus back to reality.

Su Xian clearly hated Fu Qingfeng’s existence as well. But seeing Chu Junheng equally distressed improved his mood considerably.

He looked at Chu Junheng and curved his lips into a twisted smile.

“I admit I can’t beat you.”

“Even if I jump, he probably won’t care.”

“He might not even look at me.”

Just like in the previous life.

After Fu Qingfeng died, Wen Ruyu had lured them all together and burned them alive.

None of them could beat Fu Qingfeng.

Suddenly, Su Xian lifted his gaze past everyone toward the side of the rooftop.

“What if the one jumping is Fu Qingfeng?”

Everyone instinctively turned to follow his line of sight.

Only then did they notice a figure in a white shirt standing quietly at the side of the rooftop.

Tall. Silent.

Fu Qingfeng.

He had been standing there all along.

Because everyone’s attention was on Su Xian, no one had looked that way.

The rooftop was usually locked. Only two sides had railings.

The side where Fu Qingfeng stood had none.

Below it, there was no protective cushioning.

The school staff and officers’ eyes widened instantly.

Another one?!

What kind of situation was this?!

Fu Qingfeng stood at the very edge. His white shirt fluttered lightly in the wind. He looked like a sheet of paper that could be blown away at any moment.

If he took even half a step back, he would fall from over a dozen stories with no chance of survival.

Everyone froze.

Su Xian’s lips curved into a near-manic smile.

“Chu Junheng, didn’t you think you won?”

“Why don’t you win again now?”

Chu Junheng’s expression turned completely grim.

He had no confidence at all.

Because it was true.

Against Fu Qingfeng, he had no chance.

And this time, Wen Ruyu was no longer calm.

The previously steady gaze in his beautiful eyes was now filled with panic and fear. His lashes trembled uncontrollably. His fingertips turned cold.

He was afraid.

Unlike when Su Xian threatened to jump.

This time, he was truly afraid.

He was afraid Fu Qingfeng would really jump.

Afraid the person he was willing to give everything to protect would die in front of him.

Fu Qingfeng ignored everyone else. His gaze remained fixed on Wen Ruyu.

His usually cold eyes were filled with complicated emotions.

Hurt.

Grievance.

And a near-dead silence of hope.

He spoke softly.

“Wen Ruyu, did you hear what he said?”

“Will you… let me win?”

Wen Ruyu’s face was pale with fear. Tears filled his eyes instantly.

“Qingfeng-ge…”

“Don’t stand there… come over… please come over…”

He did not answer directly.

But his reaction said everything.

He had never panicked like this before.

Only when it involved Fu Qingfeng did his emotions spiral.

The original host had loved Fu Qingfeng too deeply.

Even if he was not the original host, he could feel it.

He had to protect him.

The team leader was frantic.

“Split into two groups! Move carefully!”

Before anyone could act, Fu Qingfeng lifted his foot and stepped back half a pace.

Half his foot hung in midair.

The rooftop fell deathly silent.

Wen Ruyu’s face turned paper white.

“Qingfeng-ge, don’t move! Please don’t step back!”

“I’m begging you…”

Chu Junheng grabbed Wen Ruyu’s wrist.

“Don’t go.”

“It’s too dangerous.”

But Wen Ruyu did not listen.

His eyes were filled with tears as he struggled free.

Chu Junheng released him.

He believed Wen Ruyu would not choose death.

Fu Qingfeng repeated quietly,

“Will you let me win?”

“Yes!”

Wen Ruyu blurted it out.

“Yes! Just come over first!”

His voice trembled with tears.

Su Xian watched, lips curling in a twisted smile.

No one noticed.

Wen Ruyu stepped toward Fu Qingfeng carefully but firmly.

“Stop!” the officers shouted.

He stopped one step away.

He extended his hand.

“Let’s go back to the dorm together.”

“Take my hand.”

“Please.”

Fu Qingfeng looked at his tear-filled eyes.

Then at the slender hand extended toward him.

He reached out slowly.

The officers exhaled in relief.

Then—

It happened.

Among the crowd stood those with memories of the previous life.

Seeing Chu Junheng step closer to protect Wen Ruyu, nearly aligned with Fu Qingfeng—

They exchanged a silent glance.

One of them suddenly stumbled forward.

He crashed into Chu Junheng’s back.

Caught off guard, Chu Junheng lost balance and fell forward—

Directly toward Fu Qingfeng.

At that angle, both would fall.

Eight stories.

Certain death.

This had been their goal from the beginning.

Chu Junheng and Fu Qingfeng.

Both had to die.

Before anyone could react—

Wen Ruyu moved first.

He lunged forward and grabbed Fu Qingfeng’s extended hand.

With all his strength, he yanked him back.

But he had left himself no room.

His body tilted outward.

Even without Chu Junheng hitting him—

He fell.

“Wen Ruyu—!”

Fu Qingfeng’s face went pale.

He jumped after him without hesitation.

The rooftop fell silent.

No one had expected this.

No one dared imagine it.

The one who fell—

Was Wen Ruyu.

Except Wen Ruyu himself.

He was satisfied.

Dying to save Fu Qingfeng would likely reduce the Dungeon difficulty.

But he had not expected—

Fu Qingfeng to jump too.

Wen Ruyu’s eyes widened mid-fall.

Even with his upbringing, he nearly cursed.

Fu Qingfeng reached out, pulling him tightly into his arms.

They fell together.

There was no protection below.

They would die.

Wen Ruyu looked at the ground rushing up.

He wrapped his arms tightly around Fu Qingfeng.

If he took the impact—

Fu Qingfeng might survive.

But just before they hit—

Fu Qingfeng twisted his body with force.

And placed himself underneath.

Chapter 62

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