Chapter 192

She stood in the lamplight, slightly raising her eyes, her upturned fox-like eyes revealing a hint of allure. Her tone was relaxed and indifferent, seemingly without any intention of making friends.

Their encounter was hardly a pleasant one.

The sharp honking of car horns echoed from time to time on the road, but Yuan Ye did not immediately take the ice cream from her hand. Instead, he quietly locked his gaze on her lower lip, his deep, dark eyes unconsciously showing some tension, and his hooked nose casting a shadow on the side of his face.

I don't know what he's hesitating about.

The girl's lips were still slightly damp, perhaps from the melting of the ice cream.

Her gaze didn't fall on his face, but instead moved down to his waist, where she gently touched it, and asked with some confusion:

Don't you want it?

The bustling commercial district was filled with noise and traffic.

But when her voice reached Yuan Ye's ears, it carried an extremely tender and lingering quality.

Upon hearing the sound, Yuan Ye suddenly felt a tightness around his waist.

"I want."

His voice was deep as he stared at her face, his dark eyes reflecting the streetlights on both sides.

Yuan Ye lowered his head and gently reached out to take the still-chilled ice cream. His voice was arrogant and handsome, but his gaze never left her.

"Give it to me, and I'll take it."

Standing before him, Ying Ning raised her head at the sound, a smile as alluring as a butterfly's tail, and uttered a seemingly random sentence:

"Don't forget, you have to pay it back." As soon as she finished speaking, she waved goodbye, as if the two of them had become strangers passing by.

The snow butterfly gently touched the dark river, causing a small ripple.

Yuan Ye watched her retreating figure, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Yes, I will pay it back."

He made a promise.

*

When Yuanye returned home, the people in the first-floor room were already fast asleep.

He walked quietly to the next room; the old wooden door bore the marks of time.

Upon opening the door, the room contained nothing more than a bed, a simple set of tables and chairs, and a holographic game pod that seemed out of place in the room.

However, the gaming pod is an older model from the previous generation, and its performance is still quite inferior to the new models that are popular today.

In the innermost corner, there were a few simple fitness equipment pieces, which were free of dust.

Yuan Ye placed the sweet pear soup on the table. Most of the soup in the paper bucket had spilled out because of Zhao Meng and his group's arrival. He still carefully took out the paper bucket and drank the remaining soup in big gulps.

The familiar taste enveloped his taste buds, allowing him a moment's respite in his bleak life.

He picked up the ice cream again and gently placed it on his forehead to cool it down until he felt it had melted quite a bit. Then he tore open the packaging and took a bite out of the ice cream.

The taste buds are greeted with the refreshing coolness of summer, and a hint of sweetness.

Whether it was the taste of the sweet pear soup or the ice cream, Yuan Ye's mood gradually improved.

Long afterward, the sweet taste still lingered on his tongue, and until he fell asleep, a strange voice echoed in Yuan Ye's mind:

It is too sweet.

*

"President, is it okay to put this booth here?" A student ran up to Duan Shen, pointed to a spot, and asked for the president's opinion.

“Okay.” Duan Shen examined it for a few moments and, finding nothing amiss, finally spoke.

The weekend marked the first "Charity Bazaar for Beginners" event at X University, where faculty and students could bring their own items to the charity activity center for sale.

Customers exchange charity shopping vouchers from X University for goods of the same value. After the charity sale, all proceeds will be donated in the name of all faculty and students of X University to the local charity foundation to help eligible children with leukemia.

School leaders will be visiting today's event in an hour, so the student council members are hoping to hold this "Charity Fair for Beginners" event perfectly.

Duan Shen was naturally too busy to spare any time today.

........

"Ningning, thank you so much for your help today." Song Zi held a megaphone and said to Yingning in front of him, "Duan Shen insisted that our department prepare another megaphone. Couldn't he have notified us earlier?"

"Really."

"It's kind of you to make this special trip."

Song Zi vented her small dissatisfaction and then pulled Ying Ning to her stall: "Ning Ning, what do you think of the little cakes I made?"

Her stall had neatly arranged cupcakes.

Fluffy cream is sprinkled with all sorts of dried fruit pieces, and the refreshing sweet aroma silently tells the story of the stall owner's exquisite craftsmanship. These desserts and cakes are sure to keep many customers coming back.

"Xiao Zi, you did such a good job." Ying Ning praised with a smile, a slight upturn at the corner of her lips.

"My cake is truly unique!" Song Zi pulled Ying Ning closer to the stall tent, bent down, and took out a packaging box from under the stall table.

"This cake was specially made for you, with double Oreo crumbs!" Song Zi handed the cake to Ying Ning, and then said, "If you hadn't brought me the megaphone today, I wouldn't know how I would have fought my way through all these powerful figures."

In this charity event, all the student union departments were vying for the top sales volume.

Because the "president" has already said that the number of applications for activity rooms for each department next year will be determined by the sales ranking this time.

Even the top-ranked department can use the largest student activity room an unlimited number of times.

Today's charity bazaar vendors are mainly members of various departments. In order to compete for the right to use the activity room, some rather "scheming" department heads even set up several stalls at the same time for the charity bazaar.

Song Ziming was clearly trying to cheer herself up, but the expression on her face seemed to lack confidence.

"Although my cake should be pretty good."

"Sigh, is selling small cakes a good idea or not?"

"Ningning, I secretly looked around, and all around are shops selling jewelry, learning data, clothes..." Then, Song Zi suddenly thought of something, and her brows furrowed tightly.

"The propaganda department is even worse. Ningning, do you know what they're buying?"

"What are you selling?" The girl next to him was also intrigued by Song Zi's exaggerated expression.

"They actually sell honey-glazed pork chop rice!!!" Song Zi still found it outrageous when she recalled the incident.

They actually have a member in their publicity department who can make honey-glazed pork chop rice?

Thinking back on this, Song Zi felt even less confident. Her department only set up two stalls, one for selling secondhand goods and the other was her stall.

How embarrassing it would be if their department came in last place.

"What if I don't manage to sell any?"

Yingning glanced at her troubled expression but didn't think so. She chuckled and comforted her, "Xiao Zi, your cake is so exquisite, it can still carve out a path to success even without a loudspeaker."

"No need to worry."

Song Zi sighed again, still seemingly worried.

She glanced at Yingning furtively and said meaningfully, "I wish I had a helper."

"helper?"

"Do you need any help?" The fox-eyed girl looked at her with concern, wanting to know if she had encountered any difficulties.

When Song Zi heard Ying Ning speak, he immediately grabbed Ying Ning's arm: "Ning Ning, will you stay and help me?"

Actually, she had just walked around and found that many of the stall owners were students who were quite good-looking, so it seemed that some ministers had already made their plans.

Thinking about it carefully, if a handsome guy had been recommending products to her at the stall, she would have been willing to buy them!

Song Zi clung to Ying Ning's arm as if it were a lifeline: "Ning Ning, please, just buy me a small cake!"

"I'll make you a big cake later."

Because of Song Zi's actions, Ying Ning had to carefully hold the cake box in her hands, her voice tinged with helplessness: "Looks like this cake isn't a thank you gift..."

"It's a bribe, not a gift," she chuckled, not refusing Song Zi.

"Please, please, Ningning." Song Zi snuggled against Yingning's body, trying to get Yingning to stay and help her.

A moment later, Song Zi heard a voice beside her: "Since Miss Cake is bribing me like this..."

"I had no choice but to reluctantly agree." Song Zi was straightforward and quite likable.

"Really?!"

Hahahahaha.

"Ningning, I love you so much!!" Song Zi immediately rushed towards Ying Ning, her joy undisguised. She was so eager to express her happiness that she forgot Ying Ning was holding the cake and almost bumped into the box.

Then came another voice, sounding helpless and trying to avoid the sound: "Xiao Zi, be careful of the cake!"

"Oh dear, it's all my fault for getting too excited, I almost crushed the cake, hahaha." Laughter overflowed from the tent stall, drowned out by the noisy crowd.

*

X University, at the school gate.