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It wasn't Lu Kaishi, it wasn't Lu Kaimen, it wasn't Lu who started to understand that love is a choice. It was just - Lu Kai. These two words were like a bullet, shooting into Zhao Jingya's heart with a "bang". The dim memories of five or six years ago suddenly activated, and the face that appeared at the graduation ceremony, which was relatively good-looking but was immediately blurred by the fall, gradually overlapped with the boy in front of her. Zhao Jinghuan realized that time had left almost no trace on this fair face. There was even no trace of that failed backflip. "You're not dead." She blurted out. "Huh? What?" "It's okay, it's okay." Zhao Jinghuan waved her hands repeatedly, "I, I... I'm okay, it's okay, it's okay..." She suddenly regretted it and blamed her past self for being so naive that she easily believed the rumors of her classmates, leading to the current embarrassing situation. At that time, she clearly wasn't in the mood to get to the bottom of things. She didn't demand the student who spread the rumor hand over Lu Kai's death certificate... No, death certificates could be forged. She should have dragged the student who was spreading the rumor to the morgue to investigate, to touch Lu Kai's body with her own hands, to tickle him, to make sure he wasn't faking it. "By the way, what did you come to see me about?" Lu Kai suddenly asked. "I..." Zhao Jinghuan gestured blankly at the black figurine in Lu Kai's hand, realizing that the accusation of plagiarism had lost all legitimacy. It was even awkward to bring it up, lest she appear to have a negative impression of this senior whom she had only met once. Or perhaps even an intentional one. "I...I..." Zhao Jinghuan's face grew redder and redder, as if she were hoping her blush would reach its peak and explode, utterly annihilating this embarrassing world. Lu Kai, however, seemed to see through her true thoughts and became visibly nervous. "You...you like this figurine?" Zhao Jinghuan froze. She looked at Lu Kai, then at the figurine in his hand, then back at him again. That's a reasonable explanation, after all. So, shamelessly grasping at straws, she said, "Yes, I saw this statue on Xiaohongshu... no, the figurine. I love it, so..." Zhao Jinghuan said, "I'm a fan of yours, and I have to tell you in person that I love it!" Lu Kai's fair face flushed red. He coughed awkwardly, said "wait a moment," then turned and hurried out of the office. Lu Kai, who was outside, deliberately lowered his voice, but Zhao Jinghuan inside could still vaguely hear him. "I told you 'backflip' is artistic! I even have fans coming to my door! Who of you has fans...

It wasn't Lu who started, it wasn't Lu who opened the door, it wasn't Lu who started to understand that love is a choice.

It’s just——Lu Kai.

These two words were like a bullet, shooting into Zhao Jingya's heart with a "bang".

The dim memories from five or six years ago suddenly came to life, and the face that appeared at the graduation ceremony, which was relatively good-looking but soon became blurred after the fall, gradually overlapped with the boy in front of him.

Only then did Zhao Jinghuan realize that time had left almost no trace on this fair and quiet face.

There was no failed backflip either.

"You're not dead." she blurted out.

"Huh? What?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhao Jinghuan waved her hands repeatedly, "I, I... I'm okay, okay, okay..."

She suddenly felt regretful and blamed her past self for being so naive and inexperienced that she easily believed the rumors spread by her classmates, which led to the current embarrassing situation.

At that time, she obviously did not have the spirit to get to the bottom of the matter, and did not ask the student who spread the rumor to hand over Lu Kai's death certificate... No, death certificates can also be forged. She should drag the student who spread the rumor to the morgue to find out the truth, touch Lu Kai's body with her own hands, tickle him, and make sure he was not pretending.

"By the way, what brings you to me?" Lu Kai suddenly spoke.

"I..." Zhao Jinghuan pointed blankly at the black figurine in Lu Kai's hand, but realized that the accusation of plagiarism had lost all legitimacy. It was even inconvenient to mention it, so as not to show that she had a bad impression of this senior whom she had only met once.

Or attempt to.

“I…I…”

Zhao Jinghuan's face became redder and redder, as if she was hoping that her face would explode when it turned redder, and she would die together with this embarrassing world.

Lu Kai seemed to see through her true thoughts and became visibly nervous.

"You...you like this figurine very much?"

Zhao Jinghuan was stunned for a moment. She looked at Lu Kai, then at the figurine in Lu Kai's hand, and then at Lu Kai again.

You know what, this is a reasonable explanation.

So, without any shame, she grasped at straws and said, "Yes, yes, I found this statue on Xiaohongshu... no, it's a figurine, I really like it, so..." Zhao Jinghuan said, "I'm your fan, I have to tell you in person that I like it!"

Lu Kai's fair face suddenly turned red. He coughed twice awkwardly, said "wait a moment", then turned around and rushed out of the office.

Lu Kai outside the house deliberately lowered his voice, but Zhao Jinghuan inside the house could still hear it vaguely.

"I was saying 'backflips' are artistic! I even had fans come to me! Has anyone else had fans come to me? What about you, Tomato? You have 300 people in your small group, have you had even one person come to you? And you're still saying there's no market for 'backflips'!!"

A deep male voice responded, "So there's a market for backflips?"

Lu Kai snorted, "Art figures are not about quantity! What's important about art is expression!" He turned back and took Zhao Jinghuan from the office out to meet his colleagues in the living room.

In addition to the boy with glasses who had just met, there was another white and chubby boy in the room. Lu Kai introduced them to Zhao Jinghuan. They were both his partners and trendy toy designers in the company. The boy with glasses was called Wanfeng, his college roommate, and the chubby boy was Tomato.

He then looked at Zhao Jinghuan, then remembered that he had been distracted by something else when he asked her what her name was, so he asked again: "What's your name?"

Lu Kai pretended to be calm, but his inner excitement made him seem extremely excited, even a little out of control. He was obviously very fond of Zhao Jinghuan, this sudden, "randomly refreshed" fan, and unconsciously stood very close to her, almost shoulder to shoulder.

Zhao Jinghuan could even feel the heat radiating from Lu Kai's body due to his excitement. She didn't know whether it was because they were too close or because she hadn't been around fair-skinned boys for too long, but her face also turned red. She didn't even dare to look up at Lu Kai, and could only stumble and say:

"My...my name is Zhao Jinghuan."

The fat boy named Tomato suddenly raised his hand and asked, "Are you sure you're a fan of Mr. Xiaokai and not the property manager?"

Zhao Jinghuan was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but look at his own image reflected in the figure cabinet: How does this suit look like a property manager?

Lu Kai glared at Tomato: "How do you talk like that? You should be a little polite. How can there be such a young property manager?"

Tomato spread his hands and said, "How can you look down on young people? If you work hard, you might get promoted." He poked Wanfeng, who was sitting next to him, and said, "Wanfeng, do you think she's dressed like a property manager?"

Wan Feng was a little embarrassed and waved his hands, saying it was not the case. Even though Zhao Jinghuan's first words when he entered the room were clearly "Has the property manager changed?"

Zhao Jinghuan felt slighted. Thinking of her profile on Xiaohongshu, she straightened her back and said, "I'm not a property manager. I'm an independent art designer."

Lu Kai's eyes lit up, and he asked Zhao Jinghuan if she had any works. Zhao Jinghuan then remembered that she had no works. Her straight back slumped back, and she said timidly, "No...no."

Lu Kai tried to smooth things over for her, saying, "Don't be shy. It's okay if you don't show us. The fact that you like 'backflips' means that at least your vision is much higher than that of ordinary designers. Your work must be good."

Zhao Jinghuan didn't dare to talk more about this issue, and quickly changed the subject and asked him, "Are there only three of you in the company?"

Lu Kai explained that there were two other girls, but since they didn't like climbing stairs, they were often absent. He then pointed to the bellows on the table and explained, "The company rents the sixth floor not because they can't afford it, but because the neighborhood doesn't allow access to a flue, so they have to exhaust directly. Exhausting on a lower floor is prone to complaints from neighbors."

Tomato said, "Yes, renting the sixth floor isn't because we don't have money, but renting this neighborhood is."

Lu Kai glared at Tomato, then led Zhao Jinghuan to the door and introduced them. He pointed to the cartoon painting of three men and two women on the door and said, "That's the five of us."

Besides the three boys, including Lu Kai, there were cartoon portraits of two other girls. One had two pigtails, gothic makeup and clothing, and a stern expression. The other had short hair and a smile that was even brighter than the three boys.

Lu Kai pointed at the girl with gothic makeup and said, "This is Dorasi. Unlike the two idiots in the room, Dorasi has won many awards. The blind box figurine "Freckles" that our company is currently promoting is the IP designed by her. But she has a sweet girl style now, not gothic at all."

He pointed to the short-haired portrait again. "This is Sister Zou. Even though she's the youngest, we're still used to calling her Sister. She's the business manager of our team. Although she's not a designer, she's very valuable because she's rare."

As Lu Kai was talking, he suddenly heard footsteps coming up the stairs in the corridor. Lu Kai looked through the gap in the stairs and said, "Hey, it seems like Sister Zou is here."

The footsteps ascending the stairs sounded for a moment before stopping in the distance. Lu Kai smiled awkwardly, "Lack of exercise. I have to slow down halfway up the sixth floor."

When the voice sounded again, Lu Kai shouted down, "Sister Zou." Although no one responded, Sister Zou quickly turned the stairs to the fifth and a half floor and appeared in front of the two of them.

She was dressed in a sharp professional suit, her whole demeanor completely different from the three men in the company. She stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at the two people on the sixth floor. She was clearly looking up, but her aura made her gaze seem condescending.

Zhao Jinghuan took a peek at the spray painting on the security door. Although the Sister Zou in front of her and the Sister Zou in the painting both had neat short hair, the "keep away from strangers" aura around her made it difficult for Zhao Jinghuan to connect her with the girl with an unusually bright smile in the painting.

Lu Kai stopped laughing and called out seriously, "Sister Zou, you're here."

Sister Zou nodded, her eyes fixed on Zhao Jinghuan. Her tone was cold, and her words were like a sharp knife, piercing Zhao Jinghuan's heart fiercely:

Sister Zou said:

"Why, do you owe property management fees again?"