Imposter Young Master
Chapter 851 - 855: I’ll Shoot Your Wedding Dress

Chapter 851: Chapter 855: I’ll Shoot Your Wedding Dress

"I will take your wedding photos," Yang Gang said indifferently, "Since I can’t take wedding photos with you, let me personally witness your happiness."

Gu Xiaorou was stunned, her eyes reddened, but in the end, she held back her tears.

She turned around, her back facing Yang Gang, and nodded slightly.

The entire wedding photo shoot took almost three hours, for a total of 521 pictures, all taken by Yang Gang himself.

When they left the studio, it was already dark outside.

Yang Gang held a bulging bag in his hand, filled with the quickly processed wedding photos.

He picked one from the 521 photos, "I want to keep one for myself."

"Mhm," Gu Xiaorou took the remaining 520 photos, "Then, Gangzi, I’ll head back first."

Yang Gang watched Gu Xiaorou silently, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Xiaorou, you won’t leave without saying goodbye again, will you?"

Gu Xiaorou chuckled, shaking her head, "No, because I want to personally witness your and Sister Miao’s happiness."

Yang Gang’s mouth opened, wanting to hold Gu Xiaorou in his arms, to tell her he wanted her by his side at all times, to tell her how scared he was of losing her.

But in the end, he couldn’t say anything.

His throat was too dry to utter a single word.

"Gangzi, it’s getting late. Married men shouldn’t come home too late," Gu Xiaorou said, waved her hand, and left.

Yang Gang stood in place, letting the cold wind blow against him.

After a long time, he finally took steps to leave.

Without a destination, he just wandered blindly.

Without realizing it, he found himself at the entrance of Haixing University.

"Come to think of it, I haven’t been back to school in a long time."

After pondering, Yang Gang stepped into Haixing University.

The environment hadn’t changed much, but the students were all unfamiliar faces.

Since Huaxia joined the Federation, the constitution has established the legal status of genetic modification, ushering in a new era of universal genetic modification for the entire Earth Federation.

Haixing University, previously a pilot for the harmonious coexistence of genetically modified individuals and ordinary humans, had lost its raison d’être.

So, not long ago, Haixing University underwent another reorganization.

This reorganization was aimed at promoting the harmonious coexistence of various races across the Federation.

The Federation today encompasses the former regions of East Asia, Northern America, Northern Europe, Western Europe, and parts of Southern Europe, home to diverse ethnicities and cultures, which inevitably lead to conflicts.

Fortunately, due to the existence of the Dark Moon Sect and monsters, the different ethnicities within the Federation had no choice but to strengthen their unity, so no large-scale racial conflicts had erupted since the establishment of the Federation.

However, temporary peace cannot cover up the existence of conflicts.

Haixing University, whether fortunately or unfortunately, was once again picked to serve the role of a trial ground.

As soon as he entered the school, Yang Gang’s stomach began to growl.

"Hmm, let’s go to the cafeteria to eat, haven’t been there in a long time."

With that decision, Yang Gang headed straight for the Haixing University cafeteria.

At the moment, Huaxia University was already on winter break, but since many of the new students were not from Huaxia, they stayed on campus, so the school cafeteria was still operating normally.

Yang Gang scanned the scene, then glanced at himself, his face revealing a trace of strangeness. There were quite a few students in the cafeteria, but most of them were in pairs, deeply in love, which felt very warm to witness.

Seeing Yang Gang entering the cafeteria alone, jauntingly, the lovebirds looked at him with strange eyes, as if he were a creature from another world.

"What the hell are you looking at!" Young Master Yang thought resentfully. Is me having a meal disturbing your elegance?

He went straight to the serving counter, "Chef, Kung Pao chicken with rice. By the way, when did our university’s cafeteria turn into a lovers’ restaurant? It’s too much, flirting in such a sacred place like the cafeteria—it deserves to be criticized, scolded, and spit upon."

Yang Gang felt that since he had suffered a heartbreak, he couldn’t tolerate couples publicly displaying affection.

The chef giving out the food glanced at Yang Gang but said nothing.

Yang Gang suddenly felt a flash of cold light coming his way and glanced over. Holy moly, right next to the server who dished out food stood a fierce-looking waitress, glaring at Young Master Yang with a murderous look.

Young Master Yang got the message in an instant.

"Amitabha, my apologies, I misspoke. Chef, please don’t put melamine in my Kung Pao chicken."

After a short wait, a fresh plate of Kung Pao chicken was served. Yang Gang inspected it with the utmost scrutiny.

Color, normal;

Taste, normal;

Temperature, normal...

The server gave him an eye roll: "It’s not poisoned."

Yang Gang cracked a grin: "I didn’t mean it that way. I’m just thinking, all of you chefs work so diligently to serve these no-good students, it must be tough. Here, chef, let me treat you to some Kung Pao chicken."

The server couldn’t hold back and bumped his head against the glass window.

"Brother, really, it’s not poisoned. Just eat in peace."

...

Carrying his topped rice, Yang Gang looked around—the cafeteria was so big, yet there wasn’t a single empty table!

As he hesitated, suddenly someone called him.

"Yang Gang, senior, here, over here."

Yang Gang turned his head and saw Gong Shuiyan.

Sitting opposite her was a girl who looked rather innocent.

At a four-seater table, Yang Gang, holding his food, walked straight over and sat down next to Gong Shuiyan.

"You know, Shuiyan, when are you going to call your sister away? She’s been squatting at our place for days," Yang Gang chuckled.

"Alas!" Gong Shuiyan let out a long sigh: "Senior, it’s not like you don’t know. I’m just a toy to my sister, how could I have the power to order her around?"

Yang Gang glanced involuntarily at Gong Shuiwei’s amply chested figure, musing to himself, "These sisters are really worlds apart."

Gong Shuiyan, noticing Yang Gang’s gaze, protested discontentedly: "Flat is justice!"

Yang Gang broke into a sweat, retracting his gaze.

Looking at the pure-faced girl across the table, he asked, "Shuiyan, this is your friend?"

"Uh-huh..." Gong Shuiyan started to respond, but suddenly clutched her stomach: "Ah, I need to go to the restroom, I’ll be right back!"

Having said that, Gong Shuiyan ran off.

Then, only Yang Gang and the girl across the table were left.

After Gong Shuiyan left, the atmosphere at the table became slightly awkward.

"My name is Yang Gang." Yang Gang said with a light smile.

"Liu Qianqian." The girl across also responded.

Just then, a derisive laugh came over: "Pfft, I can’t believe someone actually likes picking up trash."

Upon hearing this voice, Liu Qianqian’s face changed dramatically, and she looked up.

A skinny, tall boy was standing in front of Yang Gang and Liu Qianqian’s dining table, arms wrapped around a very flirtatious woman. His words instantly attracted many onlookers, with all eyes turning to Yang Gang and Liu Qianqian, fully exhibiting the typical Huaxian psychology of enjoying the spectacle.

Yang Gang looked up and seemed to understand something, his brows furrowed: "Scram, you’re ruining my meal."

His words left everyone stunned.

"That guy probably doesn’t realize the trouble he’s just invited," someone murmured.

"Fu Yan is said to be close with our school’s G13 young masters group. Offending Fu Yan is like offending the G13, and if that guy wants to get out of this unscathed, he better bow and apologize before Fu Yan loses it. No, he’ll probably have to kowtow to apologize, otherwise..."

Liu Qianqian was also taken aback, but as she came to her senses, she quickly put on a smile: "I’m sorry, Fu Yan, my friend didn’t mean it..."

"Liu Qianqian, who the hell do you think you are? A piece of trash pretending to be coy, do you think you even deserve to call my name?! I didn’t expect you to have such a bizarre taste, going for some brainless, deflated nobody..."