Zhang Shu was still toiling away for Wang Wei even on a weekend.
If they didn’t order the class uniforms by next week, it would be too late. Wang Wei had been nagging him relentlessly, practically "morning and evening check-ins." Zhang Shu’s home computer didn’t have professional design software—those required payment, and buying it for a one-time use wasn’t worth it. Hand-drawn drafts couldn’t be printed either, so Zhang Shu casually mentioned it in the group chat. Zhou Yingxiang volunteered, saying his relative owned a small advertising shop nearby and could take Zhang Shu there.
So, despite the sweltering heat, Zhang Shu went to the shop to work on it.
After a whole afternoon, he finally finished the design draft and sent it to Wang Wei. Stretching his stiff limbs, Zhang Shu sighed in relief. Zhou Yingxiang, standing nearby, flattered, “Shu-ge, you can even do this stuff? Damn, impressive.”
Hou Junqi, playing games off to the side, chuckled. So this was what it felt like watching someone else suck up.
Zhang Shu said, “Had no choice.”
That Wang Wei was ridiculously stingy—there were tons of designers available on Taobao, yet he refused to hire one and insisted on exploiting Zhang Shu instead.
“Even if you forced me, my brain wouldn’t be able to come up with this,” Zhou Yingxiang said as the three of them walked out of the shop. “Shu-ge, wanna grab a bite?”
“Too hot, not going,” Zhang Shu refused at first, then reconsidered—he’d just asked for a favor, so it wouldn’t be right to brush him off. “Fine, let’s get some ice. My treat.”
“No, no, I’ll pay,” Zhou Yingxiang insisted.
Zhang Shu said, “Then forget it.”
“Alright, alright, you pay.”
Hou Junqi chimed in, “A-Shu, didn’t you say you were gonna buy your sister a necklace? Get Lao Wang to reimburse you for this meal.”
“Him?” Zhang Shu scoffed. “Might as well ask him to cough up a few extra bucks for the girls’ formal dresses.”
“Hahahaha, what a miser!”
Zhou Yingxiang, confused, asked, “What necklace? What formal dresses?”
Zhang Shu didn’t answer. Suddenly, he stopped walking.
Zhou Yingxiang nearly bumped into his back.
“What’s up, Shu-ge?”
Hou Junqi also paused, equally puzzled, before following Zhang Shu’s gaze.
Across the street from the advertising shop, a white electric scooter was parked under the shade of a tree. A girl in Fuzhong High’s uniform was slumped over the handlebars, her shoulders trembling slightly.
From this distance, they couldn’t hear anything, but her posture alone made it clear—she was crying.
Zhang Shu frowned, rolled up the sample design poster in his hand, and shoved it into Hou Junqi’s arms before striding toward the roadside.
“Hey, Shu-ge?” Zhou Yingxiang moved to follow but was yanked back by Hou Junqi. “Stay put!”
Zhou Yingxiang gave him a suspicious look. “So… no ice?”
“Ice your ass.” Stupid people were so damn annoying.
“Then who’s that?”
“Your Shu-ge’s goddess.”
“Huh? Not Chen Mengyao?”
“Idiot.”
“……”
Sheng Xia was slumped over, tears dripping onto the footrest. Crying was already exhausting, and she was struggling to catch her breath. Slowly straightening up, she momentarily forgot she was leaning on the handlebars—the moment she let go, the scooter wobbled unsteadily.
A flash of panic shot through her, but before she could react, someone grabbed her arm and steadied the scooter.
She looked up. Through her blurred vision, a face both familiar and unfamiliar came into view.
Familiar, because she had seen it every day for over two months.
Unfamiliar, because of his expression.
No longer cocky or carefree, he was frowning, his eyes filled with something indescribable."You..." She started to speak, but a hiccup interrupted her due to lying down for too long. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and tears welled up again, leaving a glistening trail down her cheek.
Sheng Xia felt embarrassed by this tearful hiccup.
Zhang Shu, however, found those tears simply irritating.
Without thinking, he raised his hand and brushed the back of his fingers across her damp cheek.
This time, Sheng Xia didn’t have the chance—or the presence of mind—to dodge. She stared at him blankly before slowly regaining her senses.
How long had she been crying? This wasn’t school. Why was he here? When had he arrived? And why—why was he touching her without permission again?
"Just passing by," Zhang Shu said.
Sheng Xia looked at him with startled eyes, then glanced around. Seeing no one nearby, her gaze returned to his face.
How… how did he know what she was thinking?
Amused by her reaction, Zhang Shu chuckled and reminded her, "I don’t have tissues. Stop crying."
Sheng Xia sniffled, pulled a tissue from her bag, and carefully wiped away her tears. When she looked up again, her face was clean, though her red-rimmed eyes still shimmered with moisture.
A glaring red.
Zhang Shu averted his gaze slightly and asked, "Heading to school?"
Sheng Xia nodded. Her breathing remained uneven from crying, her nose sniffling pitifully.
"Why so early?"
"To study."
Zhang Shu checked his watch. "It’s almost five. Not eating, just studying?"
She had planned to grab something near the north gate or buy bread from the supermarket. But she didn’t want to explain all that, so she simply said, "Not hungry."
"It’s so hot. I didn’t ride my bike. Want to grab food together?" He even fanned himself dramatically for emphasis.
Sheng Xia’s eyes widened. "Together?"
"Problem?"
"I—no, thanks. I brought snacks," she fibbed.
Zhang Shu let out a short laugh. "What snacks? Lollipops or gummies? Orange soda or Wangzai milk?"
Sheng Xia was mentally grumbling about his annoying laugh when his next words froze her in place.
She stared at him, bewildered and shocked.
What did he mean?
Did he know?
What was she supposed to say now?
"You shoved a law book at me and thought snacks would make up for it?"
He really knew!
The air hung heavy for half a minute.
"Sorry," Sheng Xia blurted, her mind blank.
"Not accepting it," Zhang Shu said. "Unless..."
"Hmm?"
"You treat me to a meal."
Zhou Yingxiang and Hou Junqi, crouched near the ad shop, exchanged stunned glances.
First, they’d watched in disbelief as their usually aloof friend gently wiped a girl’s tears. Then, after some conversation, the girl got off her bike, climbed onto Zhang Shu’s electric scooter, and they sped off.
Just like that, they were abandoned.
Just like that, their "ice cream" plans were ditched.
Zhou Yingxiang was furious.
If he knew the guy who’d claimed it was too hot to eat had schemed to take someone else out for food, he’d probably explode.
Sheng Xia sat behind Zhang Shu again, this time with him handling the ride much more smoothly—steady start, steady acceleration.
And she didn’t dare speak to him from behind this time.
Feeling the breeze against his back, Zhang Shu knew she was keeping her distance. He sighed inwardly, recalling how she’d agreed but added, "Not near school, okay?"
Was she that afraid of being seen with him?Zhang Shu rode his bike through the east gate of Nanli University.
Sheng Xia asked from behind, "Are we eating here?"
Zhang Shu nodded. "There's a really good tonkotsu ramen place inside."
"Oh, okay."
Japanese food—she quite liked it.
The shop was located in the sunken plaza of Nanli University's student activity center. They had to park the bike above and walk down.
Zhang Shu was wearing a black T-shirt, jeans, and white sneakers today, blending in seamlessly with the college students. Meanwhile, Sheng Xia was still dressed in her high school uniform, her fair face free of makeup, with a few stray hairs sticking out from her ponytail, making her look even more youthful. The two of them walking together gave off the distinct impression of a college student leading around an underage girl.
The university campus was bustling on the weekend, especially during mealtime. Every shop in the sunken plaza was packed, with lines forming everywhere. Their striking appearances drew many glances as soon as they entered.
"Find us a seat. I'll go order. What do you want?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.
Because of the crowd, he was standing so close to her that Sheng Xia's heart skipped a beat. She shuffled aside. "A-anything is fine."
"Can you handle spicy?" he asked casually, completely oblivious.
"A little."
"Got it. Wait for me."
"Mm."
Sheng Xia went to find a seat first. Watching her obedient demeanor, Zhang Shu chuckled to himself. What would she do if he suddenly pinched her cheek?
Would she cry from fright?
Only after sitting down did Sheng Xia remember—this wasn’t the kind of restaurant where you ordered at the table. If he went to the counter to order, wouldn’t he just pay directly? She was supposed to be treating him, but she couldn’t leave the seat for fear of losing it, so she had no choice but to wait.
Zhang Shu found her a few minutes later and took the seat across from her.
Sheng Xia said, "I was supposed to pay."
"There’s plenty of time. Next time," Zhang Shu replied.
Next time…
Sheng Xia lowered her head. She didn’t want there to be a next time.
Her silence left the table momentarily quiet. Worried he might ask why she had cried earlier, she carefully steered the conversation elsewhere. "I’m sorry… for misunderstanding you before."
Starting a topic would also give her a chance to properly apologize.
"It’s fine." Zhang Shu’s expression was indifferent, as if he had no intention of delving deeper into the subject.
If he was so indifferent, why did he insist on her treating him to a meal? And now that she was supposed to pay, he wouldn’t let her, saying "next time." What… was he even doing?
"When… did you find out…?" Her voice trailed off by the end.
Zhang Shu curved his lips. "When I opened the gift."
What?
Sheng Xia’s peach-blossom eyes widened in shock, rendering her speechless.
Zhang Shu let out a soft scoff, his smile tinged with resignation. Afraid that continuing this topic would ruin her appetite, he changed the subject. "So, after looking through my mistake notebook, what insights did you gain?"
How did he know she had looked at his mistake notebook?
How did he know everything?
Sheng Xia hesitated, then answered softly after some thought, "It’s very systematic."
His mistake notebook had horizontal lines drawn on the right and bottom edges, dividing each page into three sections. The large middle area was for pasting or copying incorrect problems—he usually just cut and glued them in, writing the correct answers beside them. The right side noted where mistakes were prone to happen, while the bottom contained summaries of key concepts and some tangential thoughts.
"But I have a question," Sheng Xia said.
Zhang Shu raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair with an attentive expression.
"Why did you paste some questions you didn’t even get wrong into the mistake notebook?"
Seems she had examined it very carefully.Zhang Shu said, "Because they're typical. Some questions you get right might just be by luck or a fluke—that still counts as not knowing. And some questions seem simple but are actually easy to get wrong."
"Right," Sheng Xia agreed, pinpointing her exact issue. She often made mistakes on questions that weren't particularly difficult. "Some questions, I always mess up carelessly."
"No, it's not carelessness," Zhang Shu corrected. "Carelessness is not knowing."
"Huh?" She didn’t understand. She did know how to solve them.
"Carelessness happens either because your hand moves faster than your brain, or because you think a step is just an intermediate one and can be skipped quickly. If you keep skipping it, when that concept becomes the final step, you’ll make a mistake. At its core, it’s still a lack of familiarity. So, carelessness is not knowing."
Sheng Xia froze for a few seconds, unable to describe the feeling washing over her.
So this was what an epiphany felt like—clear and refreshing, like wiping years of dust off a pair of glasses.
Zhang Shu had said it casually, without any lecturing tone. He was just stating facts.
Sheng Xia stared at him blankly. So, for some people, excellence was never accidental.
"What, blown away by how cool I am?" He leaned in, waving a hand in front of her face.
Sheng Xia snapped out of it and averted her gaze, muttering, "Narcissist."
Zhang Shu chuckled.
The tonkotsu ramen was indeed delicious, no worse than what she’d had at Japanese restaurants. But her appetite was small—she drank most of the broth but left more than half the noodles.
Zhang Shu glanced at her. "Eat a bit more."
"I can't." She slumped her shoulders, looking exhausted from eating.
The expression was unintentionally cute, almost like she was pouting without realizing it.
Zhang Shu cleared his throat. "Really done?"
"Done."
"Give it here, then." His chopsticks were already reaching over, picking up the leftover noodles from her bowl.
Sheng Xia: "..."
But she’d already eaten from that!
Her ears burned uncontrollably.
Zhang Shu lowered his head to eat, then suddenly looked up as if remembering something. "If you have questions in the future, just ask me directly. If you’d asked this one earlier, wouldn’t it have been better?"
Sheng Xia thought for a moment and nodded.
"Problems only matter if you solve them. Crying doesn’t help," he said, then seemed to reconsider his bluntness and added, "Well, crying’s fine too. Get it out of your system, then figure things out. Next exam, you won’t be at the bottom."
Wait—did he think she’d cried because of her grades?
Well, that misunderstanding wasn’t so bad.
"I’ll just do my best. As for results, leave it to fate," she said, lacking confidence.
"Leave nothing to fate. You’ve got too much ambition to lose," Zhang Shu said, locking eyes with her. "You have no idea what you’re capable of."
......
Sheng Xia never imagined she’d one day have a conversation like this with Zhang Shu.
Back in the classroom, she kept turning it over in her mind. Had her previous misunderstandings about him been too harsh? He wasn’t such a bad classmate after all.
And the things that had terrified her for so long seemed like nothing to him. The things boys and girls worried about really were different.
All evening, Hou Junqi had been acting strange, sneaking glances at her with a weird expression. Finally, Sheng Xia couldn’t take it anymore and asked, "Hou Junqi, is there something you want?"Her eyes held helplessness, her tone laced with teasing. Usually everyone called him Brother Hou, some even called him Great Sage. Hou Junqi was used to it and didn't think much of it, but now he somewhat understood why Zhang Shu didn't let Sheng Xia call him by his name.
That ending tone was truly deadly.
"Hey," Hou Junqi suddenly became interested, "why don't you try calling him Brother Shu?"
Sheng Xia: ...What kind of bizarre request was this?
She glared at Hou Junqi.
"Hey!" Hou Junqi found this extremely novel. He suddenly stood up and called out to Zhang Shu at the far north end of the classroom across the entire room, "A-Shu, Sheng Xia glared at me!"
Even though it was break time and the classroom was noisy, his shout was still too loud and conspicuous. Many people turned to watch the drama.
Sheng Xia didn't know what expression to make. His words sounded like tattling—what would others think?
Zhang Shu was explaining a problem to someone else. Hearing this, he looked up at the proudly standing Hou Junqi "seeking credit" and the girl burying her head in a book, then glared at Hou Junqi too, saying, "Nonsense!"
Then he continued explaining the problem.
Doused with cold water, Hou Junqi's enthusiasm didn't wane. He crossed the entire classroom to Zhang Shu's seat just as the student asking questions left. Leaning in close to Zhang Shu, he said with a grin, "Really, Little Sheng Xia really glared at me!"
The students around Zhang Shu were slightly shocked: Did Hou Junqi like Sheng Xia? Calling her so affectionately, and being happy she glared at him?
Zhang Shu asked, "What did you do?"
Hou Junqi whispered in Zhang Shu's ear, "I told her to try calling you Brother Shu."
Zhang Shu's expression didn't change as he lifted his eyelids. "Hmm, keep it up."
Hou Junqi left with a smile.
Surrounding students: What kind of development was this?
Hou Junqi walked to the podium, then seemed to remember something. He patted his head and returned to Zhang Shu's desk, speaking with unusual seriousness, "A-Shu, last week I heard Sheng Xia and Lu Youze agreed to go home together..."
Before he could finish, he saw Zhang Shu's expression darken and hurriedly corrected, "Not to the same home—they're neighbors. Sheng Xia is afraid of the dark, so she didn't attend the third evening self-study. Now that they've discovered they're neighbors, Lu Youze asked her to attend the third session with him and go home together afterward. Little Sheng Xia... agreed."
And she agreed quite happily. This part he didn't say.
Zhang Shu gave him a sidelong glance.
"Switch seats," Zhang Shu gathered some math and science test papers. "You take mine."
Hou Junqi: ...
"Got it."
Sheng Xia watched as someone suddenly appeared in front of her and lowered her head.
After that meal, she and Zhang Shu seemed somewhat closer, but this newfound familiarity made Sheng Xia feel a strange unease. She couldn't quite pinpoint what exactly felt off or why, but now whenever he spoke to her, she felt uncomfortable.
"Sheng Xia," he turned to call her.
Sheng Xia looked up, "Hmm?"
Zhang Shu said, "Let me see your mistake notebook."
"Huh?"
"What 'huh'? Your Brother Shu's tutoring time is precious. Hurry up." Zhang Shu simply straddled the chair backward, resting his arms on the backrest as he looked at her.
Your. Brother. Shu.
Sheng Xia nearly dropped her pen.
Had Hou Junqi's madness infected him?
The class bell rang. Not wanting to cause more commotion, she asked, "Which subject?"
Zhang Shu wore an expression that said, "I'm bestowing this favor and this is your attitude?" "All of them."
"Huh?"So, Sheng Xia took out her mistake notebooks for math, physics, chemistry, biology, and English.
"Forget English, let's start with math."
"But class has already started." How could they go over it now? Plus, she still had so much homework left to finish.
Zhang Shu flipped through the notebooks briefly and noticed she had copied all the original questions by hand. "Let me see how you've organized these first. Do you have the corresponding test papers?"
Sheng Xia kept all her materials neatly sorted and could produce whatever was needed immediately.
Yet Zhang Shu didn't turn back to his seat. Instead, he leaned against Hou Junqi's desk, resting the materials on the edge of her desk as he reviewed them, not taking up any space on her actual desktop.
But Sheng Xia still felt cramped and uncomfortable.
Evening self-study sessions weren't so strict about rules, but all the surrounding classmates were watching. Now that she sat by the window, even math teacher Lai Yilin was glancing her way from outside...
"Zhang Shu..." she called softly.
"Hmm?"
"Turn around."
"What?" He hadn't caught it.
Sheng Xia sighed, tore off a sticky note, and wrote: 【Turn around】.
Then she stuck it on the test paper Zhang Shu was reading.
The corner of his mouth quirked up as he glanced at her, making no move to turn around. Instead, he casually pulled a pen from her pencil holder and wrote: 【Why?】
Sheng Xia replied: 【The teacher is watching】
Zhang Shu looked out the window—Lai Yilin was already helping another student. He raised an eyebrow and wrote:
【No one's watching you】
Just as he was about to hand it back, he seemed to remember something, withdrew it, and added:
【Except me】
What was he even saying?!
Zhang Shu acted completely unbothered, lowering his head to focus on the mistake notebook, leaving Sheng Xia staring at the note in utter confusion.
She crumpled the sticky note and tossed it into the trash bag.
Zhang Shu spent the entire class sitting backward, making occasional requests:
"Which one's the pencil?"
"Where's the red pen?"
"Eraser."
Xin Xiaohe shot them a gossipy look, waggling her eyebrows at Sheng Xia across the aisle before mouthing at Zhang Shu: "Smooth—move—bro!"
Zhang Shu smirked slightly on one side but didn't respond or comment, keeping his eyes fixed on the test paper. His pencil moved in casual strokes, as effortless as doodling, studying with an air of nonchalant ease.
When the bell rang, day students packed up to leave, and the classroom grew noisy. Several boys passing by teased Zhang Shu with knowing looks, one even patting his shoulder and laughing, "Shu, feeling helpful today?"
"When's it my turn?"
"Can I get in line too, Shu?"
Zhang Shu responded to all of them with a glare.
Hou Junqi returned to his seat and let out an exaggerated, "Ohhh," marveling, "So my chair can be used like this? Who knew, Shu!"
"Opening doors to new worlds!"
"666!"
At this rate, Sheng Xia was tempted to leave.
She turned to Lu Youze and asked, "What time do you usually leave?"
Lu Youze replied, "Around eleven. If you want to go earlier, that's fine too."
Getting home by around 11:20, washing up, and reviewing some vocabulary would fit perfectly.
After a moment's thought, Sheng Xia said, "Let's go at eleven."
As the two conversed, Zhang Shu and Hou Junqi watched from the sidelines. To onlookers, it looked like another round of a love triangle—you chase me, I chase him.
Xin Xiaohe whispered to Yang Linyu,
"Is Zhang Shu chasing Sheng Xia?"
"Not sure, but he's definitely not acting normal."
"I've heard some rumors...""Are Zhang Shu and Lu Youze destined to be love rivals in this life because of some feud from their past lives?"
"Does Sheng Xia even like Lu Youze?"
"Who knows? They're neighbors, and didn't they say their dads have connections? Fancier term for it would be 'family friends.'"
"Oh ho, they were even middle school classmates."
"Know each other inside out."
"Perfectly matched in social status."
"I think pursuing Sheng Xia is way harder than chasing Chen Mengyao."
"Zhang Shu's got a thick skull."
"Alright, let me explain it to you." Zhang Shu tapped the desk with his notebook.
Sheng Xia turned around. "Mm, thanks."
Polite, but distinctly distant.
Zhang Shu went over everything from her efficiency in copying questions and categorizing problems to how to summarize and identify common mistakes, marking them accordingly. By the time the third evening self-study bell rang, they hadn't even finished reviewing one subject.
"Come with me," Zhang Shu said, standing up and grabbing her notebook before heading out first.
Having already been the center of attention for an entire class, Sheng Xia figured acting shy now would only make things seem more suspicious. So she simply picked up her notes and followed him out confidently.
Teacher Lai was sitting outside, so it wasn’t like they were alone anyway.
Though Zhang Shu usually acted aloof, he was surprisingly patient when explaining problems and methodologies. Eventually, even Lai Yilin joined the discussion, occasionally praising Zhang Shu and urging Sheng Xia to absorb his advice thoroughly.
Honestly, she was a bit overwhelmed—she should have recorded it.
At one point, she glanced at his focused profile and momentarily zoned out, feeling as if he were enveloped in a hazy, radiant glow, his silhouette blurred yet strikingly handsome.
They spent half the class like this before Zhang Shu finally said, "Before the next monthly exam, reorganize your math mistake notebook the way I just explained. Re-do every problem before the test. Take it slow with the other subjects—math is foundational."
Hearing this, Lai Yilin nodded solemnly. "Well said. Math is the most critical. Understanding your mistakes is far more useful than grinding through new problems."
Sheng Xia also nodded earnestly. "Got it. I will."
"If you don’t understand, ask me," Zhang Shu added, then corrected himself, "Ask Teacher Lai."
Lai Yilin smiled. "Ask him, ask him. It’s so convenient—ask him more."
"Okay."
When they returned to the classroom, Zhang Shu swapped seats back with Hou Junqi.
Sheng Xia buried herself in digesting everything Zhang Shu had explained. After class, the boarding students gradually left, and the hallway outside bustled with activity. She simply closed the window and kept working.
At eleven, Lu Youze reminded her, "Sheng Xia, heading out?"
She snapped out of her focus, surprised at how quickly time had passed. Studying in the classroom really did help her concentrate better.
"Sure, let’s go."
They walked out one after another, and Sheng Xia couldn’t help but reflect—with so many people still studying this late, how could she not fall behind?
Zhang Shu hadn’t left yet, seemingly catching up on homework. She had taken up too much of his time earlier.
Even Hou Junqi was still there, working on an English test.
In truth, not two minutes after Sheng Xia left, Zhang Shu finished his homework and called out to Hou Junqi, "Let’s go."
"Finally!" Hou Junqi followed.
"Little Sheng Xia just left with Lu Youze."
Zhang Shu slung his backpack over his shoulder, indifferent. "I’m not blind."
He had seen. She kept a hundred paces away from him but happily trailed behind someone else, step for step.
Hou Junqi didn’t get it. "Then why’d you switch seats?" He thought Zhang Shu had moved over to sabotage those two walking home together—was this really the outcome?
Zhang Shu said, "Different things."
"Huh?"
"Just helping out. Got a problem with that?"
Hou Junqi couldn’t be bothered to call him out. "Yeah, right."
Sheng Xia rode her bike out of the school gate behind Lu Youze, but once they reached the bike lane, they ended up side by side. Even when she slowed down, Lu Youze struggled to keep up on his bike. He chuckled, "Seems like an e-bike is way easier. Maybe I’ll get one too. What brand is yours?"
"No idea," Sheng Xia admitted. "I never checked. There’s probably a logo on the back—we can look later."
"How’s studying been lately?" Lu Youze casually started a conversation."It's okay," Sheng Xia replied casually, but then thought about her grades—how could they be okay? She sighed. "Actually, I don't really know either."
"I heard Zhang Shu is tutoring you?"
Why was he bringing up Zhang Shu too? Sheng Xia paused, carefully choosing her words before answering, "Teacher Wang suggested I ask him for advice on how to organize my mistakes, but the methods of a top student aren’t that easy to learn. It’s pretty hard..."
The conversation circled back to academics, and Lu Youze responded, "Yeah, you still have to find a method that works best for you."
"Mhm."
An awkward silence fell, but since they were both biking, it wasn’t too uncomfortable.
After a while, Lu Youze broke the silence. "How’s your search for a formal dress going? My dad often attends events that require formal wear, so he probably has some connections. Do you want me to help you look into it?"
Only then did Sheng Xia remember—after the whole incident with Wu Qiuxuan, she had completely forgotten about it.
"It doesn’t need to be too fancy. I’ll just find something simple."
"That won’t do," Lu Youze chuckled. "I heard the boarding students in our class are already betting in the dorms on whether you or Chen Mengyao is more popular."
This...
Sheng Xia didn’t want to say anything discouraging. These things were beyond her control, so she simply replied, "I’ll ask my family when I get home."
"Let me know if you need help."
"Thanks."
"No need to be so polite."
They continued their awkward small talk until they reached Emerald Bay. Sheng Xia arrived first, while Lu Youze had to loop around to Zone A.
"See you tomorrow."
"Yeah, see you tomorrow."
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