As soon as she descended the stairs, she saw Jimo Cheng already walking towards her with a hot milk sandwich, her eyebrows lifting in surprise.
Others might not know, but Luo Qianqian knew that Jimo Cheng lived at ho. Considering how early she had readied herself and co downstairs, how did Jimo Cheng even find the ti to rush over? How early had he woken up?
"So early, huh?" Luo Qianqian blinked and took the items from Jimo Cheng’s hands, smiling broadly as she hooked her arm through his, "Senior Brother, were you worried I hadn’t slept well last night?"
"Are you feeling better?" Jimo Cheng’s face was filled with helplessness, his ears tinged with red, "If you’re not feeling well, you should go back and rest."
Luo Qianqian shook her head lightly, "I’m fine now, it was just a montary discomfort yesterday. It quickly passed; I just needed a good night’s sleep." Luo Qianqian stuck out her tongue playfully, her face full of mischief.
"That’s good, then. Let’s head over now. We agreed on 7:30, and it’s only 6:30 now." Jimo Cheng also felt a bit helpless, having thought Luo Qianqian would sleep a bit longer. Who knew she would wake up so early?
"Mmm." Luo Qianqian wasn’t one to eat on the streets in front of Jimo Cheng; such things were better suited for doing with close friends. For soone as close as Jimo Cheng, it was better not to. If possible, she could make a dumpling last eight bites.
Jimo Cheng, watching Luo Qianqian beside him, just curled his lips. Although the morning campus was a bit chilly, he felt warmth around him, and even a touch of heat.
The cafe they chose was just opposite the school. Jimo Cheng had even prepared sunglasses and a hat for Luo Qianqian, and it didn’t matter since she was wearing a coat.
Just as the two of them sat down, soone sat opposite them, "You guys are up early, aren’t you?"
The voice was very familiar. Luo Qianqian’s eyes hesitated behind her sunglasses, but she lowered her head pretending not to recognize, quietly drinking her milk and eating her sandwich.
Jimo Cheng, looking at the person opposite who was obviously young and also wearing a hat and sunglasses, guessed that this must be the person they were waiting for, but to be safe, he made a call. Seeing the young man’s phone light up, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you also a student of this school?" Jimo Cheng asked.
Seeing that Luo Qianqian did not react much, the young man nodded, "Sort of, why, are you guys also?"
"Sort of," Jimo Cheng replied.
As the two talked, Luo Qianqian quietly continued with her sandwich and milk, the picture of ladylike grace but her face full of impatience. If she had known it was him, she might as well have gone directly to his house, why bother with a cafe?
However, seeing that the other party did not indicate he knew her, Luo Qianqian played dumb too, pretending not to recognize that the person sitting across from her and Jimo Cheng was Elvis, her regular classmate.
Inside, she was quite upset; knowing that Elvis was in a hurt state during their ti at the internet cafe, and yet he still managed to wander around!
"Why only get in touch now?" Jimo Cheng ordered coffee and desserts, his face puzzled; normally, shouldn’t they have contacted each other upon returning?
"Uh, I had so issues here."
Big issues, like being injured. Luo Qianqian silently added in her mind.
"Hmm, so now..."
"There’s nothing pressing now, we can head out any ti... Yeah." Elvis had no idea he’d been recognized by Luo Qianqian, suddenly abandoning his usual gestures for a wilder deanor. It reminded Luo Qianqian of a wild boy, one with red hair and one with blond; they kind of matched.
"Shall we go now?" Jimo Cheng asked as he watched Luo Qianqian finish her al, speaking calmly.
Luo Qianqian and Elvis both looked quite surprised under their hats and sunglasses.
Luo Qianqian tugged on Jimo Cheng’s sleeve, whispering, "Now? I still have classes this afternoon."
"This isn’t a problem we can solve in one day." Elvis nodded, "Shall we go take a look first?"
Just as Luo Qianqian was about to ask where they were going to look, a familiar figure entered through the restaurant door, and her face instantly filled with loathing.
It was Xu Xiaoxiao.
Sensing the change in Luo Qianqian, Jimo Cheng also turned to look in the direction Luo Qianqian was looking.
Almost as if on cue, Xu Xiaoxiao’s gaze t theirs, and she walked over directly.
Looking at the three’s odd get-ups, she raised an eyebrow, "Luo Qianqian? Long ti no see, huh?"
Luo Qianqian’s face was covered in annoyance as she removed her sunglasses and hat. Could Xu Xiaoxiao really recognize her with all this? How much did she hate her?
"Yeah, long ti no see. Didn’t expect to bump into you here. Talk about a small world," Luo Qianqian didn’t have the spirit for riddles with Xu Xiaoxiao, rolling her eyes and standing up, slamming her sunglasses on the table, "What, looking to cause trouble for again?"
"Oh," Xu Xiaoxiao scoffed with disdain, "Where would I dare? You have the Jimo family backing you after all. Just not sure what the young master of the Jimo family would think about you eting with two n early in the morning?" She said, taking out her phone and snapping a few photos of the three, "Pretty clear shots."
"Then make sure to get a good one." Jimo Cheng calmly took off his hat and sunglasses, "Are you planning to send anonymous letters or an email?"
Xu Xiaoxiao’s eyes flickered with astonishnt as she saw Jimo Cheng’s face, then frowned, "Jimo Cheng? What are you doing out so early? You had getting my hopes up for nothing!" she deleted the photos, paused, then turned to Jimo Cheng, "Oh by the way, you might not know this, but your fiancée here was fooling around with our little bastard back in elentary school..."
The next second, Luo Qianqian attacked, gripping the cake fork from Jimo Cheng’s hand, stepping on the chair, leaning on Jimo Cheng’s shoulder, stretching her arm to place the fork against Xu Xiaoxiao’s throat, "Rember, you can be careless with what you eat but not what you say. Let’s not even discuss what my relationship with this person next to is. Just from the point of you insulting my friend, I will not let you off. If my fiancé weren’t sitting here today, I wouldn’t mind painting the floor with your blood—spreading it three feet wide!" Her voice was calm, devoid of any emotional fluctuations.
Xu Xiaoxiao was furious; who would have guessed Luo Qianqian dared to make a move in front of Jimo Cheng? She collapsed directly onto the floor.
Jimo Cheng calmly intervened, lifting Luo Qianqian off the chair, his face serious, "In situations like this, please deal with them like a lady." He handed her the coffee he had sipped from before.
Luo Qianqian paused montarily, then suddenly burst into laughter, picked up the coffee, and poured it over Xu Xiaoxiao’s head.
"Good point, that’s more ladylike." Elvis also removed his disguise, his face calm. However, when Luo Qianqian turned to look at him, she nearly threw her coffee cup in shock.
Who was this person with black hair, a ssy black bird’s nest hairstyle, and brown eyes in front of her? Who was this?
"What’s wrong?" Jimo Cheng, sensing Luo Qianqian’s startled turn, imdiately looked back and was taken aback by Elvis’s appearance, then couldn’t help but laugh and cry. Had she been scared by that get-up? Was this still the person who just talked about drenching the floor with blood, spreading it three feet wide?
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