Just two streets away from Shuangyi High School is the Starry Night Market, one of Beijing's three major night markets, located in a bustling commercial district. Of course, this doesn't mean there aren't good food options around Shuangyi.

Just outside the school gate, turn left and walk 200 meters across the street, and you'll find a whole street of incredibly delicious restaurants. Interspersed among these restaurants are various beverage shops, stationery stores, and small bookstores.

There was a long line outside the newly opened Tustin Burger restaurant...

When faced with this situation, Wu Yue would strongly discourage her from leaving.

As soon as Que Guanghuai saw Wu Yue's little feet move back, he immediately added with a smile, "Don't panic, I made a reservation in advance. We don't need to queue, we can go straight in."

The girl slowly lowered her right foot, which had not yet landed.

Zhou Yunwei hugged Wu Yue's arm and laughed, leaning on her shoulder. "Yueyue, you're so cute! The expression you made just now... no wonder you're my idol's sister. You two are my source of joy."

"..."

Wu Yue gently stroked Zhou Yunwei's head like she was petting a puppy, smiling without saying a word.

Que Guanghuai led the way, while Song Wenzhi and Qian Bolun walked at the back, protecting the two girls.

All five of them are good-looking, attracting the attention of those around them like TV stars.

Even after going up to the second floor, Wu Yue could still hear the conversation on the first floor.

"Did you notice that girl just now? She looks like Brother Cheng's sister. I saw her on a variety show."

"Is Brother Cheng's sister actually a student at our school?"

"Wait, let's go up and take a photo together later, and post it on WeChat Moments to show off."

"Me too! Me too! Together!"

...

Wu Yue sat to one side, with an empty seat between her and Que Guanghuai.

On the other side, Zhou Yunwei sat in the middle, with two boys sitting on either side like bodyguards.

"This empty seat?"

"I just sent a message to Brother Yan, of course it was for Brother Yan." Que Guanghuai chuckled, his eyes revealing a hint of 'seeking praise'.

If he hadn't informed Brother Yan, how could he have dared to ask Brother Yan's future girlfriend out to dinner? He wouldn't have dared even if he had ten times the courage.

Wu Yue didn't get angry blindly. "So when did he reply to your message?"

Que Guanghuai said, "He hasn't gone back yet."

He had barely finished speaking when his phone rang.

Que Guanghuai was slightly startled, then looked down at his phone; the screen was black.

I felt inexplicably relieved.

"Yueyue, your phone is ringing," Zhou Yunwei quickly alerted her.

These few dim-witted individuals might not have grasped the meaning behind Wu Yue's words, but Zhou Yunwei is someone who has watched countless films—no, countless books, and countless dramas. With such a delicate mind, she naturally understood Wu Yue's unspoken message.

"……oh."

Wu Yue looked away and reached into her bag, pulling out an earphone strap.

"Hello?"

“Zhang Yunling suddenly called me in the early hours of the morning. The boy who lost the painting last time had a mental breakdown, so I went to deal with him.”

On the other end of the communication network, Yan Chiyu's explanation came through: "It didn't finish until after six in the morning, and I fell asleep as soon as I got back to the car. I originally asked Uncle Min to wake me up, but he didn't because I was sleeping too soundly."

His voice was a little hoarse, and there was a hint of grievance in it.

As Wu Yue listened to the low, yet incredibly sexy voice beside her ear, she couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile. She could almost picture a large dog rubbing against her, its big eyes filled with grievance, its little mouth pouting, whimpering softly.

"So I didn't text you beforehand..."

"Where are you now?" Wu Yue's tone softened unconsciously.

"Ta...Sting?"

Wu Yue turned around and saw a boy in a bright yellow hoodie standing at the entrance on the second floor. The sleeves of his hoodie were rolled up, revealing a section of pale wrist, and his hand, with its distinct bones, was holding a phone.

His cool, aloof gaze shifted slightly, landing on the girl's fair face. Suddenly, he smiled.

Que Guanghuai consciously stood up to offer his seat, "Brother Yan, over here!"