As the Chief General of the Greg-Vivian ship, Yelena keenly observed some subtle changes during the reconstruction period.
She noticed that the relationship between their President Vivian and Junior Greg seemed to have grown significantly closer during this time.
Although they outwardly maintained normal student interactions, Yelena, who was always trailing behind Vivian during this period, still caught glimpses of unintentional boundary-crossing moments between them.
For instance, the last time Junior Greg was drenched in sweat from exhaustion, the President used her own handkerchief to wipe his brow.
And when Junior Greg and the President walked and talked side-by-side, neither of them seemed concerned about maintaining distance, their shoulders occasionally brushing against each other.
Most crucially, when Junior Greg was thirsty before, the President directly handed him her water bottle—they had indirectly kissed!
Yelena saw all of this with perfect clarity.
She felt relieved.
Because it proved that the President was finally starting to open up, which was a good thing.
But at the same time, she also noticed a threat.
That was the first-year Victoria.
Although she came from a commoner background, her beauty far surpassed that of most noblewomen in the academy. Coupled with her unique personality—neither fawning over nobles nor bullying the weak, speaking her mind when necessary, and smiling freely—
In just a few months, many boys in the academy spontaneously formed a fan club for her, known as the Victoria Guard, which reportedly had nearly a hundred members.
This strength was definitely not to be underestimated.
Moreover, Yelena could tell that Junior Greg was very relaxed when he was with Victoria; that ease wasn't faked, but came from genuine comfort.
And Victoria, when interacting with him, was equally unguarded, cursing when she wanted to, rolling her eyes when she felt like it, without any pretense whatsoever.
This natural closeness made Yelena feel a hint of danger for the ship she supported.
Yet, she distinctly remembered that at the beginning of the semester, these two were like fire and water, one shouting “you gray-haired brat” and the other cursing “you damned bastard.”
But how had they now become the type to eat together, bicker together, and work together?
“Could it be...?”
At that moment, Yelena suddenly thought of something.
Boys seemed to have a habit of teasing girls they liked to attract their attention.
She couldn't help but wonder if the incident at the start of the semester was just Junior Greg trying to get Junior Victoria's attention...
Then she felt as if a subtle “Danger” sign was faintly appearing above her President's head.
Therefore, to confirm whether these two had the kind of relationship she imagined, Yelena suddenly blurted out the question that nearly choked Greg.
“So, Junior Greg, what exactly is your relationship with Junior Victoria?”
She rested her chin in her hands, tilted her head, and her bright eyes sparkled with confusion.
She looked like a kitten that had discovered another scent on its owner, appearing both cute and exuding an invisible pressure.
“Cough, cough... Senior Yelena, what are you asking about—”
Victoria, who was drinking water, choked on the sudden question. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but the words caught in her throat.
Because she suddenly felt a bit confused herself—what exactly was her relationship with Greg?
If she were to say they were just ordinary friends, their relationship seemed a bit too close.
But if she were to say it was the level of close friendship she had with Silvia, that didn't quite fit either.
Because she occasionally felt annoyed by Greg and didn't want to see him, which was completely different from how she felt about Silvia.
So she, too, looked at Greg with curiosity because of the question, wanting to hear his answer.
Her fingers unconsciously twirled a strand of her gray hair, lightly spinning it at her fingertips, her gaze holding a hint of expectation she herself wasn't aware of.
After hearing Yelena's words, Lilith recalled the period at the beginning of the semester when she had discovered Victoria also visited Greg's camp in the dungeon.
But at the time, she hadn't paid much attention due to their poor relationship, yet now it seemed...
“Hmm, it does seem a bit suspicious.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, tilted her head slightly, her beautiful eyes gleaming with suspicion as she scanned back and forth between Greg and Victoria, showing a touch of cuteness uncharacteristic of her usual proud demeanor.
As for Vivian, she was the most composed of the four.
Ever since she last saw Allie with a guilty conscience and left, she had already come to terms with sharing Greg with others.
Of course, this didn't mean she was entirely indifferent.
Because it concerned whether she would become his ‘older sister’ in the future.
So, while she didn't show obvious changes in expression like the other three, she gently rested one hand on her chin, her ice-blue hair falling over her shoulder, her gaze calmly fixed on Greg, awaiting his answer.
“Your cold noodles... are ready...”
Just then, Old Tom approached with a tray, on which sat seven bowls of fragrant cold noodles.
But as soon as he got close to the table, he sensed a strange and heavy atmosphere.
At that table, the gazes of four young women were converging on the single boy from four different directions.
An invisible pressure permeated the air, making him, an outsider, involuntarily nervous.
He swallowed, carefully placed the five bowls of cold noodles one by one, then quickly took two steps back:
“Um... if that's not enough, please call me anytime.”
With that, he carried the empty tray and fled from this trouble spot as if escaping.
The other customers around also seemed to feel an inexplicable pressure.
The diners who had been secretly eyeing the handsome young man and beautiful women at the table had long since averted their gazes, burying their heads in their bowls of noodles, even lowering their voices, as if afraid of accidentally getting caught up in something terrible.
“...”
Feeling the immense pressure from the four distinct gazes converging from four directions, a few drops of cold sweat seeped onto Greg's forehead.
If only Senior Yelena had been present to ask this question, Greg would have had an easy answer.
He could simply say what people wanted to hear, or what ghosts wanted to hear, and answer in the direction she desired.
But now there were four people awaiting his answer, and the answers they hoped for seemed to be different.
This truly stumped him, the Most Devoted Lover.
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