Jiang Nian was montarily stunned but quickly nodded in agreent.
Firstly, it was free.
Secondly, she didn’t want to disappoint Zhang Ningzhi’s good intentions, and besides, she could return the favor in due course.
"Okay, I’ll let you know when I arrive." She smiled, her eyes curved like crescent moons, looking very happy. "I’ll put the school address down, that way I can pick it up on my way."
There’s a courier shop at the school gate, where students often line up to collect their packages.
Sotis when there are too many packages, they have to write down a tracking number on a slip of paper. It helps the staff find the package according to the slip, reducing the ti spent running back and forth.
The advantage is it’s close to the school, so day students often put the school address for their study supplies.
"Sure, we’ll go pick it up together when the ti cos," Jiang Nian said casually and then added, "Or I can go get it; just tell the collection code."
"Okay." Zhang Ningzhi pressed her lips together.
Of course, she wouldn’t give him the collection code. Even if it ant the package staying on the cold rack for an extra day, that was fine. Naturally, they would pick it up together in the evening.
She forcibly turned off her swirling thoughts and settled down to continue working on her problems.
The third group.
Sun Zhicheng pulled a mirror out of his desk and checked his hairstyle.
Damn, still ugly.
Turns out, it takes an apprentice to step in with precise trimming to make even a true master feel ashad. There’s not even a space left to make andnts, completely blocked off.
The boss of the barber shop he frequented couldn’t help but laugh when he saw this hairstyle.
He laughed for a while and suggested shaving it all off.
What kind of suggestion is that, but... Sun Zhicheng accepted it anyway.
No other reason, the world under the hood was too gloomy.
"Yo, Ah Cheng, checking the mirror?" Lin Dong leaned over.
Due to his remark being so close to a common idiom about mirror checking, Sun Zhicheng almost lost it.
"Nope, I was observing the people behind."
Hearing this, Lin Dong paused for a mont, then understood.
For soone like Ah Cheng, with a hooded mystery vibe, lurking in the shadows to observe made perfect sense.
I just love spying; I’m just a different kind of mystery vibe guy.
He patted Sun Zhicheng on the shoulder with deep aning, shook his head and sighed.
"Ah Cheng, hope you recover soon."
Recover my ass, Sun Zhicheng didn’t care at all anymore.
With his hair now flattened, he began to calm down.
To flatten, does it an to start afresh?
Clearly, there was no hope with Chen Yunyun anymore.
Starting from the awkward confession, every step went wrong. Learning that they attended the banquet together yesterday was the last straw that broke the cal’s back.
Sun Zhicheng could clearly feel that Chen Yunyun had already drifted away from the small group of four.
No, to be precise, she had already drifted away from him.
So..... there’s no aning in persisting anymore. Last ti, it was hesitation. Now it’s ti to let go completely and start anew, finding soone worth liking.
Thinking this, Sun Zhicheng suddenly felt enlightened.
He poked Lin Dong, thinking it was inconvenient to speak, so he wrote a line on paper.
"Give so pretty girls’ QQ!"
Lin Dong was even more surprised and turned to glance at Sun Zhicheng.
"Ah Cheng, you....."
"Brother Dong, don’t try to dissuade , I’ve already figured it out." Sun Zhicheng waved his hand to refuse, sighed, and said, "Tears soaking the white rice, I want to be....."
The keyword was inconvenient to say, so he wrote it down on paper.
"Being a love addict is impossible; I want to be a player!"
Lin Dong was greatly shocked, not understanding but agreeing.
"Great, ambitious."
"Leave it to , brother. You can count on to get it done."
Upon hearing this, Sun Zhicheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It was just at the turn that his peripheral vision happened to sweep over Yang Qiming. Instantly, he thought of Yang Qiming’s ambiguous relationship, vowing to find soone better.
Unbeknownst to him, Yang Qiming had already forgotten about that girl.
The afternoon school bell rang.
Yang Qiming tead up with Huang Caicai, waving waving as they comfortably lay back in the dormitory.
They vegged out until near evening self-study, then went to the cafeteria for dinner. The cafeteria lady held a special affection for these students, often dishing out extra food.
Yang Qiming, after the breakup, simply enjoyed the few monts of solitude in the dormitory. With the warmth, his whole mind and body felt healed.
Click, the dormitory door lock opened.
Yang Qiming pushed the door open and shouted.
"Hey hey hey!!"
Then he tossed his cola onto the bed, took off his shoes, washed his feet, and quickly climbed into bed. Looking at the early-lit yellow bulb in the dormitory, he groaned in comfort.
"Nice!"
It was mid-November, and the weather in Zhen Nan had completely cooled down.
Originally, Huang Caicai wasn’t one to get into bed in the evening, but the world was just a massive Yang magic. To match Yang Qiming’s pace, he had also gotten used to returning to the dormitory in the afternoon to lie down.
"Hey Yang, haven’t seen you contact that ambiguous person for a few days now?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Qiming, who was completely wrapped in his quilt, popped his head out from the top bunk.
"Uh..... I almost forgot, you didn’t ntion it, because there was really no ambiguity."
"Why’s that?"
"No reason, she deleted quite quickly." Yang Qiming seed unconcerned, sighing, and said, "I figured it’s best not to rush in finding soone."
"Too much haste can only lead to similarly impatient people. It’s better to take it slowly and let fate play its part."
In fact, he found that the girl was a perfect fake. Others might like such a feisty brat, but Yang Qiming was different; he only liked them with curvature.
Let’s just say, she’s not a patch compared to even a piece of Yu Zhiyi’s hair.
"Absolutely right, bro." Huang Caicai promptly chid in, "Your words are full of wisdom. I’ll follow your advice when looking for soone."
"But then again, you can’t be too rigid. You’ve got to be flexible sotis." As Yang Qiming said this, he suddenly got interested, "Caicai, what type do you like?"
After thinking for a mont, he narrowed down the scope.
"Go on, tell , is there anyone in our class you like?"
The air in the dormitory froze for five seconds.
"I don’t have...anyone I like. They wouldn’t like soone like anyway." Huang Caicai was a bit shy, but there was genuine sincerity in his tone.
Yang Qiming caught the implication, raising an eyebrow.
"So you like the Psychological Commissioner, right? We both voted, so stop pretending in front of your bro. No one’s gonna buy your act, no matter how serious you look."
Hearing this, perhaps it was that word "bro," Huang Caicai hesitated for a mont.
"Yang, I really don’t like the Psychological Commissioner."
"You like the younger ones?" Yang Qiming was surprised.
"Not really, but liking soone doesn’t have to do with that, right?" Huang Caicai scratched his head, "When I say it, you mustn’t tell anyone."
"Who is it?" Yang Qiming was also a bit curious.
.....
"Fangfang, you’re a real night owl." Jiang Nian ca back from dinner, handing each person a bottle of drink, "Here, Li Hua’s ’Billions in Subsidies’ is live."
Hearing this, Huang Fang was a bit puzzled, looked up and asked.
"Is the group leader treating?"
"Yep, lost a bet to ." Jiang Nian placed a bottle in front of each person, "Hua is like that, not very good but loves to play, doesn’t win, all subsidy."
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