Chapter 112 Red Skirt

A quick glance revealed that there seemed to be something else on the chair next to him.

The packaging of pleated paper and ribbon can be vaguely seen.

...Is it a flower?

Was it... specially brought to her?

Su Xia's heart was beating like a drum. She stood there in a daze for several seconds, almost wanting to reach out and wave over there.

At this moment, Liang Zhuoqian, whom they had only met a few times, suddenly came on stage with flowers and presented a bouquet to her and He Miao. Without waiting for their reaction, he put his arms around their shoulders and hugged them passionately.

The young master was good at basketball and was always willing to help girls. He had been at No. 1 Middle School for less than a month and was already quite famous. His unexpected display of goodwill caused the screams from the audience to rise two degrees, almost blowing the roof off.

The bouquet was a brilliant yellow-pink color, from a luxury flower brand that was very popular at the time.

The huge bunch of hair covered most of the faces of the two girls, and they could hardly see the road under their feet.

There are steps next to the stage.

Liang Zhuoqian helped them down one by one, smiling sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I didn't think it would be such a nuisance when I ordered it. It's my dad's order, so please bear with me."

What dad ordered.

Su Xia didn't react immediately, "What does this have to do with your dad?"

There was gossip to listen to, so He Miao didn't care about being shy or not. She held the flowers and covered her face with them, keeping a safe distance from the boy so that her heart wouldn't explode, and looked up with sparkling eyes.

"that is……"

The tanned boy was a little embarrassed to speak up when it came to the privacy of his family. He paused for a second and said, "Ms. Su came to Hong Kong to discuss business. She is beautiful and decisive. My father fell in love with her at first sight."

Who could have imagined this would be the direction of development?

He Miao opened his mouth wide, and Su Xia was stunned for a long time.

The boy was so embarrassed that he threw up his hands and said, "Look, you also think he's not good enough for you, right?"

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The upper floors of the stadium.

Xu Jiqing lowered his eyes and looked at the new messages that appeared on his phone.

Lin Lang: [Brother, have you woken up yet? Have you seen the latest viral post on Little Tree Hole? Hurry up and click on this link for high-definition photos from multiple angles.]

I was so pissed! At the school arts festival this afternoon, that Hong Kong dandy named Liang went to give flowers to the princess. He was so shameless! He chased the girl and hugged her right in public, even holding her hand as he walked down the stairs!

[How are you planning to rob someone? Do you need a helping hand, brother?]

Xu Jiqing pursed his lips.

There's no need to read the post, he was there in person.

This location has a great view.

The girl in the red dress had returned to the bottom of the stage. Looking up at him was a blind spot, but looking the other way she could see him clearly.

He could see clearly.

The bouquet of flowers that had been stuffed into the girl's arms was placed aside and never touched again.

But in the twenty minutes before the end of the performance, she only looked up a few times. For most of the rest of the time, Su Xia lowered her head, hugged her knees, and focused on looking at the boy opposite her, listening to his excited speech.

A pair of almond-shaped eyes sometimes widened in surprise, and sometimes curved like crescent moons, vivid and lively.

He is better at making girls happy than him.

...They seemed to have a lot in common and hit it off right away.

It's as if they were born to be together.

Xu Jiqing didn't look away for a long time, and his knuckles turned white.

He typed, [What to grab.]

The exam papers were handed in closer to one o'clock, followed by a celebration party arranged by the coaching staff.

Zhang Jianyuan had done him a favor, so he couldn't leave. When the meal was over, he only had half an hour left to rush back to No. 1 Middle School.

Xu Jiqing bought the only two Endless Summer flowers left at the flower shop in front of Jiangnan University, rode his bike through the traffic, and hurried all the way.

He could only give her two flowers, but there was a big bouquet on the other side.

How to grab it.

Lin Lang replied, […You know it clearly in your heart.]

"But have you inquired about this person's background? Are marriages between business families common? I saw in the post that the princess's mother and the man's father both wore T-shirts cheering her on. What's going on?"

[Please don't tell me that they are going to have a happy family dinner tonight.]

Marriage.

A family.

Xu Jiqing didn't say anything in response.

He sat there, his eyes silent, looking at the girl's cute dimples from afar.

In the corner of his eye was the base of his right palm, which was almost rubbed raw by the bicycle handlebars, and the surface of his sneakers was brushed white.

They are a perfect match, aren't they?

It was known from the beginning that she and he were from different worlds, wasn't it?

So what is he thinking now?

No matter how stubborn his obsession is, it's just a dream. Why should he expect not to wake up?

On the stage, the last chorus program ended.

Amidst cheerful and warm music, the host came on stage to take a bow and lead each class to leave.

The stadium, which was bustling just a moment ago, suddenly became empty.

The short-haired girl had left at some point, and the four people beside the stage were in a harmonious atmosphere. Just as Lin Lang had expected, they had a brief discussion and then walked out of the gymnasium accompanied by a young man who looked like a secretary.

There is a parking lot.

Xu Jiqing watched them walk to the door, his long eyelashes trembled inwardly, and he closed his eyes.

He put the thin bundle of Endless Summer at his side, put on his bag, and stood up.

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Su Xiaojuan is an easy person to understand.

If you are not careful with your words when talking to people close to you, and you don’t mention people or things, there is only one possibility: you really don’t take them to heart.

It felt really awkward to have dinner with a suitor my mother didn't like.

What's more, she really has something to do today.

Even if Uncle Liang tried his best to speak Mandarin to her and show his friendliness, Su Xia insisted that there were some learning materials in the classroom that needed to be sorted out. If she didn't finish them today, she would never be able to learn them again, so she had to go back.

Senior year is the biggest.

After much persuasion, he finally regained his freedom.

Su Xia was keeping an eye on the situation, and when Su Xiaojuan's Bentley drove away with everyone in it, she turned around and ran towards the gymnasium, holding up the hem of her skirt and taking two steps at a time, rushing quickly to the second-floor stands.

There was still someone she couldn't talk to.

The door to the second-floor stand was ajar. Su Xia pushed it open and looked around. The person who was there just now was gone, and only a pitiful bunch of flowers was left there.

Su Xia was panting, confused and at a loss. She held the flower tightly in her arms and walked down the stairs to look for it.

The first floor of the gymnasium was empty and so quiet that only the sound of her footsteps could be heard.

After searching for a long time, she ran to the narrow side door facing the parking lot before she saw Xu Jiqing's shadow.

The orange-red sunset shines through the glass door, lonely and warm.

The boy lowered his head and leaned against the cold tile wall. His thin back was slightly hunched, his arms hung at his side, and his shadow was very long.

Xu Jiqing is still here.

He kept his promise to her and not only came but also brought her beautiful flowers.

But is he sad now?

What's wrong with him?

Su Xia's heartbeat quickened, and she was worried about scaring him. She walked over slowly, her shadow sticking to his left and right, and whispered, "Xu Jiqing, why are you here?"

The girl in the red dress was holding his flowers, her hair was dyed soft by the sunset, and her eyes were bright and gentle.

Xu Jiqing raised his head and looked at her silently for a long time, almost suspecting that everything in front of him was an illusion.

"You didn't leave?"

His voice was a little stagnant and hoarse as if mixed with sand.

"Where can I go?"

The little girl took two steps closer to him and said in a soft, almost coquettish voice, "I've been looking for you."