Chapter 16 Cat Tail "Shh, here she comes."

Eh?

Chang Xile blinked.

Eh??????

Is this a confession?

Classmate, your progress bar is too fast. To be honest, although you are beautiful and seem to be very talented, this is only the second time we meet. Can you really confess your feelings so recklessly?

Chang Xile likes to rely on experience to deal with things, but the situation at this moment made her feel like her brain had crashed for a moment.

It's not like she hadn't been confessed to since she was a child. But for her, every relationship had a traceable path. It might have started with a breakfast brought by the boy sitting next to her, or with the boy from the next class frequently passing by her window, or with a blushing conversational remark from someone.

Some people like you and you can tell at first sight.

Chang Xile could see the starting point and end point of these feelings, but Anping's relationship started too abruptly. He seemed to have no interest in Chang Xile in the previous second, but his confession in the next second left her completely confused.

However, out of courtesy, you should give a reply to the confession anyway.

Should she agree to Anping's proposal? This was certainly unrealistic and a bit too hasty. But should she reject him? As soon as she met his misty blue eyes, Chang Xile couldn't bring herself to say no.

Her mind was a mess, and she subconsciously gripped her phone tightly. Then she remembered something very important and decisive. She said in disbelief, "But you won't even give me your phone number?"

An Ping's eyes drooped, as if he didn't understand the source of Chang Xile's sudden indignation. He quite naturally rubbed the back of Chang Xile's hand with his fingertips to comfort her, and whispered, "I really don't have the phone you mentioned."

"Can you tell me where I can get it?"

It was not until Chang Xile stood at the counter of the mobile phone store and watched the salesman earnestly introduce to Anping the advantages of the current popular mobile phone models that he finally believed that he did not have a mobile phone.

Oh my god, how did he even register at the beginning of the semester? So many procedures required a web interface to complete smoothly. Chang Xile couldn't imagine it.

"Our running memory is... with real-time cloud storage technology... and can interact with gestures through the air..." An Ping listened to the woman in front of him talking endlessly and couldn't help but interrupt her.

"I just want a phone to contact people."

Chang Xile looked at him strangely: This is simply nonsense.

"Ah..." The salesman, with his professionalism, managed to keep his expression steady, but couldn't help but complain inwardly: This guy is good-looking, but he has a sharp tongue. He said he only wanted a phone with the most basic features, implying that everything she had just introduced was nonsense.

She smiled and said, "These phones can all meet your needs. You can pick the one you like."

"Okay." Anping nodded, looked at Chang Xile again, pointed to a mobile phone of the same model as the one in her hand, and then swiped the card to pay.

Among the people Chang Xile knows, very few use credit cards these days. Everyone uses the payment apps that come with their phones.

After they left the store, Chang Xile patiently downloaded the basic software for him. After they exchanged contact information, she said solemnly, "I need to think about what you just said."

"What's the matter?" Anping was still studying the small square box-like thing in his hand with a curious look on his face, not understanding what Chang Xile meant.

"Think about your confession." Chang Xile frowned and began to doubt the seriousness of Anping's confession just now. Could such a thing be forgotten so quickly?

Wouldn't someone toss and turn, losing their appetite and feeling completely lost after confessing their love? Chang Xile's childhood experience in relationships was of no use to An Ping.

He didn't seem to be anxious at all about waiting for the result after confessing his feelings. In fact, Chang Xile himself looked a little more nervous.

"I love you, what do you need to consider?" Anping was still puzzled. It seemed that for him, the words "I love you" had already completed a cycle from the moment they were said. He just expressed it, without waiting for a response.

Anping is really a strange person! Does he use "I love you" as a word of the same magnitude as "hello"?

Chang Xile pointed at him, getting angry for once. "So, are you kidding me? Don't think you can control other people's feelings just because you're good-looking! If you're just saying it casually, I don't think we need to contact each other anymore."

An Ping then stared at her nervously. He observed her expression for a moment, and after a while, the logic behind some things finally dawned on him. "If you agree, can we see each other every day?"

"...Theoretically, that's the case." Chang Xile's emotions were interrupted. She frowned, thinking that the person in front of her was indeed just an unreliable and charming woman who confessed her feelings to anyone. "But if you can say the three words 'I love you' to anyone, I don't think I need to think about it anymore."

"I haven't spoken to anyone for nearly half a year." Anping said sincerely.

"Pfft..." This sentence did not sound credible at all, and more like sweet talk used to coax girls, but when it came out of Anping's face, it inexplicably sounded like the truth, and Chang Xile couldn't help laughing out loud.

Anping was very serious about this topic. He held Chang Xile's shoulders with both hands, stared at her without blinking, and reiterated, "It's true."

"Okay... I'll think about it again." Chang Xile laughed so hard that she was almost out of breath. She turned her back, waved goodbye to Anping, and then went back to the dormitory.

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"What do you think? It's too fast for us to be together the day after we met." Chang Xile sat in his seat, struggling for a long time, and finally decided to ask his think tanks for advice.

"Not fast."

"soon."

Ren Qing and Fang Xinai spoke at the same time. They looked at each other, and seemed to be unwilling to give in to each other.

"Let me tell you, two days isn't fast. I confirmed my relationship with my ex-boyfriend on the first day we met." Fang Xinai gave an example from her own life.

"Love at first sight means being attracted by beauty." Ren Qingze expressed his objection lightly.

"Hey, have you ever been in love?" Fang Xinai was unconvinced.

"Then why did he become my ex-boyfriend?" Ren Qing refused to give in.

Seeing the two of them arguing again, Chang Xile raised his hand to try to stop them, feeling both amused and helpless, and for a moment put this troublesome problem behind him.

A man named An, who casually said "I love you", was staring at the only chat box named "Chang Xile" in his mobile phone list, feeling puzzled.

"Don't they say that after adding friends, you can keep in touch with each other?" he murmured.

Why doesn't she speak?

In the past, Anping always stared at the chat box and waited for a response. Who would have thought that the roles would be reversed now?

After listening to Chang Xile's words, Yang Guisi commented, "You two really don't look like a couple at all."

But she patted Chang Xile's shoulder and comforted her, "It's normal not to reply to messages. There really are people like that. My master rarely pays attention to me, but I know she loves me!"

Fang Xinai asked, "If you guys want to meet each other normally, how do you usually contact each other?"

It can't be that we just met each other randomly by fate!

"Go to the lake, or the studio." Chang Xile checked the time. "At this time, he's probably in the studio."

Since it was already time for the last class of the afternoon to end, most of the students had already ridden their bikes to the cafeteria and snack street. The three of them went against the flow of people and arrived in front of a building.

"Why don't I have any impression of this building? There's not even anyone inside?" Fang Xinai put his hands on his hips, looked up at the quiet building, and felt a little confused.

The building looked old, standing out from the other white buildings recently renovated at the school. It was built of red brick, and the gate was surrounded by overgrown vines, with violet flowers hanging in front of the door like a curtain.

There were a few cats lying in the sun in front of the steps of the building, but they ran away as soon as they heard human footsteps.

"We've only been in school for a short time, how can we be familiar with every building? As for the students... they should have gone to eat, right? It's dinner time now." Chang Xile didn't think anything was wrong. She walked in as if she was going home.

This building is also the only teaching building in Shancheng University that does not have an elevator except for the dormitory building. When several people climbed to the fourth floor, the fragile female college student Fang Xinai had already begun to breathe hard.

Seeing that the studio was far away at the other end of the corridor, Fang Xinai leaned against the wall to regain her strength. She and Yang Guisi consciously stood at the stairs and waved to Chang Xile, saying, "Go and look for it. We'll wait here for you."

Chang Xile shrugged his shoulders and slowly walked towards the end of the corridor.

This floor was usually very quiet, but today she heard a lot of people arguing in the last room.

Are you Anping’s classmate or friend?

Chang Xile suddenly thought that in all these days, she had never seen any friends from Anping's side, not a single one.

As the distance becomes shorter, the sounds in the room become clearer.

"Is it her?"

"Who's there? Who's here?"

"She's our sister-in-law!"

These voices include those of men and women, children and the elderly, and they mix together to create a lively atmosphere.

But in the end, all of this was drowned out by a quiet male voice.

"Hush," he said. "She's coming."

Although the man had turned down the volume very low, Chang Xile immediately recognized that it was Anping's voice.

She pressed the door handle and opened the wooden door in front of her that was very familiar to her.

However, the studio was empty.

There was still an obviously unfinished picture of the sunset on the drawing board. A cat was quietly leaving by the large window facing the door, leaving only its fluffy white tail flicking as it disappeared from Chang Xile's sight.

Chang Xile walked slowly into the room and bent down to get closer to the painting - the paint on it had not yet dried.