"...cough cough."

After clearing his throat, Zhao Xun finally recovered from his shock and greeted them again: "Hello, Uncle and Aunt. My name is Zhao Xun. I am a sophomore at Jiang University. I am indeed in the same club as Ma Jiaojiao, but I would say I am not favoring her. Your daughter is more popular in the club than I am—everyone likes her."

As for the boy she likes, or likes, and the scarf...

To avoid any unforeseen complications, and also to prevent Ma Jiaojiao's parents from having any strange associations.

Zhao Xun wanted to say he didn't know.

But he hadn't said it yet.

After listening to Zhao Xun's words, a little bit of bewildered shock appeared in Ma's eyes.

Zhao Sun: ...?

Ma Jiaojiao figured out the reason.

She filled in the details for Zhao Sun: "My club's—! senior."

Just now, Senior Zhao Xun was just an AI, only able to say "um," "ah," "no" and nod or shake his head, without uttering a single long sentence.

That's why her parents misunderstood.

At this moment, he spoke at length again.

Although her voice is still crisp, you can still tell that it leans towards a youthful tone.

Actually, putting aside his face and physique, Ma Jiaojiao also bears responsibility for him being mistaken for a girl.

Because her mother recognized that the scarf around Zhao Xun's neck was a gift from Ma Jiaojiao—her mother naturally concluded that she only gave gifts to girls.

In other words

…It turned out to be a boy.

Mama Ma looked Zhao Sun up and down again, feeling a little embarrassed.

Now things have gotten awkward; the number of people has increased from two to four.

no.

Ma Jiaojiao looked at her father and thought, "Dad, what's with the embarrassment? You haven't said a word the whole time!"

This matter could have been quietly dropped, but Ma's mother felt quite sorry for Zhao Xun, and worried that she might still hold a grudge, so she mentioned it briefly:

"I'm sorry, Auntie is getting old and her eyesight isn't very good. Please don't mind, classmate..."

Zhao Xun did seem to mind.

But did he dare—no, it was "upbringing" that made him magnanimous; his lips twitched.

"No need, it happens all the time..."

Zhao Xun wanted to get back to the main topic and talk about the scarf and the boy again.

There's no need to speak anymore.

Not only her mother, but even her square-faced father, who hadn't said a word, was staring at Zhao Xun.

And the snow-white scarf around his neck, crocheted stitch by stitch by their daughter.

There's no need to ask anymore; they already know the whole story.

Seeing the situation, Zhao Xun braced himself and said again:

"—It was a gift from me."

Both Ma's mother and daughter were startled at the same time.

It's obvious that this was noticed, but to admit it to someone's face still takes a lot of courage.

“...a return gift for the Christmas presents,” Zhao Xun said.

It means there is no other meaning.

There was no boy she liked or any boy who liked her.

Although Zhao Xun pretended to be calm, the young man was still too young.

Ma's mother could see his embarrassment and forced composure at a glance, but even so, he still admitted it.

She then looked at her daughter.

The daughter didn't speak, but her eyes, which were curved in a smile, revealed her feelings for the boy.

Mama looked at Papa Horse beside her.

While she was watching Jack Ma, Zhao Xun was also watching.

Logically speaking, given that this happened—though he sees it as a misunderstanding—the father's reaction should have been stronger.

For example, Lao Bei was always afraid of his father-in-law, whom he had never met.

—His situation is different from Lao Bei's.

—But somehow, we share some similar feelings right now.

Father-in-law—oops, Mr. Ma—was still sizing up Zhao Xun. His square face was like a nutmeg, impervious to water and fire, and unyielding to both soft and hard approaches.

"...So, Zhao Sun, have you eaten yet?" Ma's mother asked again.

Although the gender issue has caused some awkwardness for everyone, we can't just stop inviting people to meals just because the girl has become a boy...

Zhao Xun was taken aback, thinking that this was the last chance.

He only needs to answer "I ate" to get away smoothly.

"I didn't eat."

He was the one who got the answer first.

—Ma Jiaojiao!

Ma Jiaojiao was no longer as cautious as she had been at the beginning.

She wanted to remain cautious—but everything she tried to hide had already been exposed.

What is the "meaning" of being so "cautious"?

After Ma Jiaojiao answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she felt the subtle anger in her senior's eyes. She turned around and saw a slight smile on her soft face.

—In that case, senior, you won't be getting away alone either!!

—Let's just give up and do whatever we want!

If the senior leaves, her parents will definitely bombard her with questions.

It's better to just let him stand there and tell them not to ask questions, they can just watch!

"Senior~~~"

Ma Jiaojiao grinned and asked, "Could you recommend some restaurants nearby?"

“Yes, Ma Jiaojiao doesn’t go out often, so she doesn’t even know which restaurants are good,” said Ma’s mother.

Ma Jiaojiao doesn't go out often, but does that mean I go out often? How would I know!

Zhao Xun originally intended to say that, but then he thought about it again—ah, he really did know. Thanks to that damn West Lake enthusiast Lu Yibei's enthusiastic recommendation, he had actually been taken there to eat at a few decent restaurants nearby.

—But what the hell does this have to do with me? Let me go back!

Zhao Xun gave Ma Jiaojiao a meaningful look.

Ma Jiaojiao didn't take it seriously.

—Where is it none of your business, senior?

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