439: Chapter 439 Let’s go eat together, my treat 439: Chapter 439 Let’s go eat together, my treat “Zhizhi, your deskmate is sneaking glances at you again.” As soon as Gu Zhiqi took her seat, Chubby Chiu spoke up in her mind.
Chubby Chiu had said the sa thing several tis over the past few days.
Gu Zhiqi had also noticed that her new deskmate seed to enjoy sneaking peeks at her but wasn’t particularly keen on making conversation.
That suited her just fine, as she wasn’t too keen on making conversation herself.
So, this deskmate was quite alright.
She reached into her desk, fumbled around, and casually pulled out a book.
Just as she opened the book, a crisp yet gentle voice reached her ears, “Did Mo Weiran co to look for you just now?”
Gu Zhiqi was sowhat surprised that her deskmate, who didn’t like making conversation, had spoken up.
But, Mo Weiran?
Oh, that blonde boy’s na seed to be Mo Weiran.
Once she had that sorted out, she nodded lightly toward Qiao Qingshu.
“Would it be convenient to know what he wanted with you?” Qiao Qingshu looked at Gu Zhiqi.
“Oh, it wouldn’t be convenient,” Gu Zhiqi replied, her gaze returning to the book.
She couldn’t very well tell her deskmate that Mo Weiran had co to have his fortune read by her, could she?
Qiao Qingshu, upon hearing Gu Zhiqi’s response, was first taken aback, then stared blankly at her for a mont.
After a long while, when Qiao Qingshu regained her composure, her expression sowhat complex, she glanced at Gu Zhiqi before shifting her focus back to her book.
Yet, until the class bell rang, Qiao Qingshu didn’t turn a single page of her book.
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After the lunch break bell rang, Gu Zhiqi didn’t rush to leave.
Instead, she took out her phone to work on Fu Xiyan’s ntal thod.
There were a lot of people around at the mont, and she wasn’t eager to join the crowd.
She’d go for lunch later.
As Gu Zhiqi typed on her phone, a familiar voice ca from the doorway, “Miss!”
Gu Zhiqi “…”
She lifted her eyes to the door and, sure enough, she saw the very eye-catching blonde hair.
By now, there were only three people left in Class Eight’s room: Lu Xingzhe, who was still asleep, Qiao Qingshu, who was earnestly reading, and Gu Zhiqi, who was busy typing on her phone.
Not only Gu Zhiqi heard Mo Weiran’s voice—Qiao Qingshu and Lu Xingzhe heard it too.
All three of them looked up almost at the sa ti.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Mo Weiran said apologetically to Lu Xingzhe and Qiao Qingshu before turning to Gu Zhiqi, “Miss, aren’t you going for lunch?
Co on, let’s go together.”
Considering there were still two people in the classroom, and not wanting to disturb them because of her, Gu Zhiqi put away her phone and got up.
Just as they reached the classroom door, Mo Weiran spoke up, “Let’s go have lunch together; my treat.”
Gu Zhiqi didn’t respond to Mo Weiran but walked straight towards the staircase.
Seeing this, Mo Weiran imdiately followed her in a carefree manner, “If you don’t say anything, I’ll take that as your agreent.”
It wasn’t until they were both far away, out of sight and earshot, that Qiao Qingshu and Lu Xingzhe in the classroom withdrew their gazes.
Qiao Qingshu looked sowhat lost, feeling a sense of disheartennt she couldn’t quite place the reason for.
After Lu Xingzhe withdrew his gaze, he laid back down on his desk to continue his nap.
Within less than ten seconds, however, he suddenly sat up, pulled a face, yanked his chair open, and then strode towards the classroom door.
Qiao Qingshu, hearing the commotion, glanced up at Lu Xingzhe and watched his indifferent and irritable departing figure.
She moved her lips as if to say sothing, but in the end, nothing was said aloud.
It was only when Lu Xingzhe had left the classroom and was out of sight that Qiao Qingshu recentered her attention back onto her book.
Yet, she still didn’t turn a single page of her book for a long while.
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