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  Chapter 85: “Delicate” is Quite Apt!

  TL: Etude

  As a cultured individual, Dong Wenhao could only think of one phrase at this moment: “A fit of anger for a beautiful dy’s sake.”

  These people obviously came in anger, and without a ge, they were determined not to relent.

  Thinking back, Lufei Yu really was unreliable. For the biography of a campus beauty didate, using “beautiful” table, but using “delicate”? That’s practically an insult! What girl could be described as “delicate”? It’s a term used when there’s nothing else to praise.

  A passable nose, eyes, mouth, face shape—everything just passable. That meant there was no particur feature to describe, so one could only boldly use “delicate”.

  For an ordinary girl, seeing this description might be acceptable, but Liuyi Yi was the goddess of the literature department. To be described like this, it would be strange if she didn’t get furious.

  “Feiyu, hurry up and ge it to ‘national beauty and heavenly fragrance’, ‘beauty that brings down nations’, ‘disaster for the try and people’!” Dong Wenhao quickly pulled Lufei Yu aside. “What’s the matter with you? Didn’t I say that the pride of a schor isn’t worth much?”

  “But senior, I really ’t do such btant lying!” Lufei Yu stood firm, not giving an inch: “I’m in the journalism department, I’ll be a journalist iure. I believe every description I write must be objective and fair!”

  “Hah, you dare cim you’re objective and fair? You’re clearly looking down on my goddess!” The leading boy rolled up his sleeves in anger.

  Dong Wenhao’s face paled, realizing things were going south. Lufei Yu was definitely in for trouble today.

  Sure enough, the boys, now baogether, couldn’t tolerate this any longer. ging the description to ‘national beauty and heavenly fragrance’ was sidered btant lying? This was even worse than describing Goddess Liu as “delicate”.

  Lufei Yu was stubborn, refusing to ge even as the others were ready to fight.

  The atmosphere was tense, on the verge of exploding.

  The noise from the office peed the wooden door, drawing the curiosity of the passersby in the corridor, all peeking into the room.

  Just then, the door of room 208 ushed slightly open. However, due to the crowd from the literature department, the door couldn’t fully open until someo the back moved, creating a small opening.

  Jiang Qin squeezed in from outside, frowning: “What’s happening? Why isn’t the boss letting anyone in?”

  “The literature department is unhappy with the biography we wrote for Liuyi Yi,” Dong Wenhao fessed holy.

  “All this fuss over such a trivial matter? Just ge it. Websites are rigid, people are flexible. What’s the dissatisfa?”

  “Lufei Yu described Liuyi Yi as ‘delicate’.”

  After hearing this, Jiang Qin was also stuhinking that it indeed sounded like an insult. No wohese people had e knog: “ge it quickly, to ‘national beauty and heavenly fragrance’, ‘beautiful as flowers and jade’.”

  “Beautiful as flowers and jade won’t do!” The leading boy was demanding. ‘As flowers’ was not acceptable, as it was seen as an insult.

  “Fine, fine, like a weepiy, dreamlike and fantastical, whatever works. Just ge it and leave. We have ts ing soon, blog the doorway like this is unsightly.”

  Upon hearing this, Lufei Yu immediately objected: “Boss, the biography should reflect reality, we ’t just make things up!”

  “That’s it, you’re still arguing?!”

  Several boys instantly grabbed stools, holding them over their heads, bristling with aggression, ready to erupt into a fight.

  Jiang Qin was exasperated, thinking, “Are all these literature creators so stubborn?”

  Just then, the door ushed open again. Feng Nanshu entered, her face sullen and indifferent, still upset about not receiving the “Boss’s Wife” title, adding to her cold demeanor.

  Huh?

  The male students from the literature department were momentarily stunned, involuntarily l their stools. In their eyes, fusion was repced by awe.

  Wait a minute…

  Isn’t she the real campus beauty?

  This is the true definition of a beauty that brings down nations, a disaster for the try!

  pared to this, Goddess Liu and the word “delicate” seemed perfectly matched.

  Not bad at all, “delicate” was quite fitting.

  Strangely enough, they had just felt that praising someone as “delicate” was somewhat insulting. How had it suddenly bee so apt? Indeed, ese culture is profound and vast; the same word evoke pletely different feelings in different texts and times.

  “I won’t ge it,” Lufei Yu persisted, “When I write biographies, I adhere to the truth. Haven’t you heard the saying, ‘How I bow and scrape to those in power, preventing me from being true to myself’?”

  The leader frowned: “Fine, you’ve got guts. Don’t ge it then!”

  At around six in the evening, the sky was abze with the brilliant hues of a su.

  Liuyi Yi returo her dormitory from the teag building and immediately opehe Zhihu forum. She then accessed her own biography and started refreshing the page incessantly, her eyes not blinking as they stared at the puter s.

  To her disappoi, the words “delicate” were still there, unged, whifuriated her.

  She opened a discussion group and tagged Cui Qiang, who had promised to seek justice for her.

  “Cui Qiang, did you go to room 208?”

  “I did. I took more thay people with me, and we evehe website’s boss,” Cui Qiang replied quickly.

  After hearing this, Liuyi Yi’s brows furrowed: “Then why does my biography still have ‘delicate’?”

  “Actually, I think ‘delicate’ is quite fitting.”

  “??????”

  Meanwhile, in the dormitory of the literature department in the east campus, Cui Qiang opehe website’s postiure. His fingers flew over the keyboard, typing out a short post filled with grandiose phrases like “beauty that eclipses nature”, “beauty that shames the moon”, “national beauty and heavenly fragrance”, “angel desded to earth”, describing Feng Nanshu in a way that made her seem more divihan a fairy.

  If Dong Wenhao saw this post, he would undoubtedly give it high praise from a professional standpoint.

  Why? Because the biography was written perfectly, every line and word exuding the aura of a goddess.

  But Dong Wenhao was destined not to see this biography. Just as Cui Qiang clicked ‘send’, a prompt popped up on his puter s.

  “What the heck, my post taiive words?”

  “That’s impossible, let me check again!”

  From dusk to su, and from suo night, Cui Qiang checked his post seven ht times and tried to repost it five times. Finally, after being notified that his at was banned for 24 hours, he gave up.

  Damn it, it felt like some mysterious force was throttling him through the i cable! He looked at the three flowers in his at and reopened Liuyi Yi’s voting page. His mouse hovered over the voting button for a long time, but he still didn’t cast his vote.

  No other reason, he just suddenly felt that the petition was a bit of a joke.

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