"When did you co back?" Windsor Myres stood on tiptoe to look at her and asked.
"What ti is it?"
"Six thirty." Windsor Myres took out her phone, glanced at it, and said with a smile, "Get up, get up, Camden River and I are taking you to dinner."
"Treating ?" Mia Ginger couldn’t help but laugh, sat up to look at her, pondered, and said, "How about I treat you guys instead? If it weren’t for you two yesterday, who knows what would have happened to by now. I should be the one treating."
"No need to be polite, Lady Mia. It’s just a small amount of money, consider it as calming you down." Windsor Myres said irritably.
Mia Ginger pursed her lips with a smile, climbed down the ladder, and started getting dressed.
Windsor Myres leaned against the bed, looked her up and down, and suddenly said, "Wear sothing else, don’t wear this."
"Why?"
"It’s beautiful." Windsor Myres pouted, "This dress shows off too much class. You better wear sothing else, or Camden River will be all over the place when he sees you. I’ll get jealous!"
"..." Mia Ginger looked at her gloomily and rolled her eyes, "Alright."
"Here, here, just this one." Windsor Myres directly opened her closet, pulled out jeans and a thick hoodie, and stuffed them into her arms.
"Such a fuss." Mia Ginger muttered as she changed clothes.
"He’s got feelings for you." Windsor Myres crossed her arms and watched her, evaluating, "I an, there’s not an ounce of flesh on you, what’s he into? I really don’t get it."
Mia Ginger couldn’t be bothered to respond.
Once dressed, the two went downstairs together.
They arrived at the male dorm building of the college.
Looking up at Camden River’s dorm, Windsor Myres shouted loudly, "Camden River! Camden River! Camden River!"
She didn’t like calling or texting people.
Every ti she looked for Camden River, she would go to their dorm building and shout.
In just a few days—
Most students from the two buildings knew her.
ntion Windsor Myres, and people would say, "Camden River’s girlfriend from class one of the journalism school!"
ntion Camden River, and they’d say, "Windsor Myres’s boyfriend from class seven of the journalism school!"
With such a pretty and alluring girlfriend, the guys naturally envied Camden River; accordingly, although the girls liked him, none dared to confess.
After all—
Windsor Myres chased him like crazy; she was so fierce that shy girls wouldn’t dare to make a move on Camden River.
Camden River used to be quite troubled by Windsor Myres.
But over ti, he realized—
Windsor Myres’s assertiveness cleared away lots of unnecessary troubles for him.
At this mont—
Hearing her signature shout from downstairs, he surprisingly felt calm for the first ti.
He got up, turned off the light, and left the dorm.
Mia Ginger looked up for a long ti, but didn’t see Camden River co out. She nudged Windsor Myres, saying, "Isn’t he here? What are you calling for?"
"He’s already out." Windsor Myres smiled at her.
"Huh?"
"You didn’t see, did you? The light in their dorm went out." Windsor Myres turned to look at her and analyzed seriously, "People are probably all having dinner now; he’s definitely the only one in the dorm, probably waiting for . How’s my training thod?"
"What?" Mia Ginger looked puzzled.
"There’s a saying, right? People are creatures of habit, once a habit is ford it’s hard to change. Like a zoo keeper feeding pigs on TV, every ti you feed them, you have to call them, oink oink oink..."
Windsor Myres kept talking, completely oblivious to Mia Ginger’s sudden change of expression, feeling proud, "That shout is a kind of signal. It’s no different from training. It’s just like when I call Camden River; over ti, if I don’t call him, he won’t get used to it. Don’t you think that’s the reason?"
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