Chapter 121 Do you think my boyfriend is dead?

Zhou Yanchuan's hand, which was clicking the mouse, stopped.

When Jiang Yue first met Zhou Yanchuan, he was so nervous that he couldn't even speak. The fact that he could hang out with Xie Tinghe and his group shows he's a true young master.

But after getting to know him better, I realized he was just arrogant, unlike those other people who completely looked down on ordinary people.

Over time, all of them in the dorm came to admire him.

He's rich, generous, and capable—who wouldn't like him? They'd follow him around calling him "Brother Chuan, Brother Chuan" every day.

Jiang Yue had just come out of the cafeteria when he overheard two law students discussing something. He tentatively said to the person next to him, "I've heard some things about her recently."

"What's up?"

“It’s just that she and He Shixu seem to have some kind of relationship,” Jiang Yue said, a little afraid of upsetting people, and after considering it carefully, “it seems like they have some kind of relationship.”

"What relationship?"

"It's a bit ambiguous."

"she?"

"Um."

Zhou Yanchuan smiled and said, "Impossible."

"Why?"

He watched people grow up, how could he not know why?

Zhou Yanchuan was too lazy to explain. He glanced at the time and stood up from his chair.

The group watched the people leave and began to discuss in hushed tones.

"Do you guys think Brother Chuan might have been cheated on?"

"No way, with his face."

"What happened to He Shixu?"

"Tsk, hard to say."

As soon as Zhou Yanchuan left the dormitory, he took out his phone and sent a message to Wen Jiu saying he was going to eat, but after sending the message for a long time, no one replied, so he made a phone call.

He had just dialed when the call was disconnected.

Zhou Yanchuan frowned as he looked at the phone that had been hung up. Just as he was wondering whether to call back or what, the girl's figure appeared in his line of sight.

His eyes softened, and he lifted his foot to go over, but before he could, someone walked out of the building.

Zhou Yanchuan stopped in his tracks.

*

He Shixu looked at the girl in front of him: "What did my dad say?"

"They say I'm too eager for quick success and instant benefits."

"You're a little impatient, you're only a sophomore," he said with a slight smile, then asked in a low voice, "You don't want to be associated with me, so what are you doing?"

Wen Jiu tugged at her sleeve with her hand hanging by her side and whispered, "I regret it."

"Regret it?"

"I'm not as aloof as I thought I was; I'm just an ordinary girl."

In other words, it's impossible to remain indifferent to money.

For a moment, He Shixu wondered why the girl's attitude had suddenly changed, but whether it was his innate indifference or his unwillingness to ask, he simply let her say what she wanted.

Does Zhou Yanchuan know you've come to see me?

"have no idea."

"Then he probably knows now."

After He Shixu finished speaking, he gestured with his eyes to a spot not far away.

He watched the fleeting panic in the girl's eyes, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and leaned close to her ear: "Wenwen, at least break things off cleanly before looking for the next one."

Wen Jiu didn't dodge, but turned her head to look at him, her tone calm: "It was you, senior, who started it."

He Shixu paused for a moment, then laughed: "So what do we do now? Is your boyfriend going to come and question us?"

Wen Jiu turned around and looked back. When she saw Zhou Yanchuan standing under the tree, her eyes stung, but the pain vanished in an instant.

She smiled at the person in front of her and said, "Goodbye."

Then he walked towards Zhou Yanchuan.

Having known each other for so long, they could understand each other with just a glance. Wen Jiu didn't need to ask to know how much Zhou Yanchuan cared at this moment.

But instead of explaining to him, she reached out and hugged him.

Zhou Yanchuan let her stick close to him.

Wen Jiu wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest.

After a while, Zhou Yanchuan spoke: "Wen Xiaojiu."

"Um."

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

Wen Jiu didn't say anything, but hugged him tighter.

Zhou Yanchuan took a step back, pulled her out of his arms, and made her look up at him: "What did you mean just now?"

"It's boring."

You were whispering and laughing with another man in front of him, and then you told him it was boring?

Zhou Yanchuan's eyes hardened with resentment: "Do you think my boyfriend is dead?"

Wen Jiu remained silent.

At this point, silence would only add fuel to the fire.

Zhou Yanchuan gritted his teeth, but looking at her clean and simple face, he couldn't bear to be angry with her. It had only recently that her complexion had improved a little.

He forcefully suppressed his anger: "Give me a reason, and we'll call it even."

Wen Jiu felt a pang of heartache and clenched her hands without saying a word.

He was so kind that with just one sentence, he almost shattered the scheme she had built up over so long and the facade she had carefully constructed.

“No reason,” she said, her tone stubborn.

Zhou Yanchuan laughed in exasperation: "So you just want to get angry with me, huh?"

She remained silent.

"Okay," there was no need to say anything more after that.

Zhou Yanchuan released the girl's hand and turned to leave, but stopped before taking another step.

"Wen Xiaojiu, I'm asking you one last time, are you going to explain or not?"

This statement was met with silence once again.

He lifted his foot and left without any hesitation.

Wen Jiu stood under the cherry blossom tree, under a clear blue sky, the scenery was beautiful, but her eyes stung as she watched the departing figure.

*

The two became angry without warning, and even those around them didn't notice that they were angry.

After all, the two of them looked no different from usual.

Two days later, Li Yue suddenly realized that she hadn't seen Zhou Yanchuan recently, and that's when she noticed something was wrong.

She looked at the person who was engrossed in reading at the desk, pulled up a chair and sat down: "What's going on between you and Zhou Yanchuan?"

Wen Jiu paused slightly with her pen, then continued writing: "It's nothing."

"Nothing, nothing. I haven't seen him come to see you for two days. Did you two have a fight?"

"without."

As Wen Jiu was speaking, her phone on the table suddenly vibrated. She picked it up to look at it, and after reading the message, she stood up from her chair.

Li Yue asked happily, "Zhou Yanchuan?"

“No,” Wen Jiu took a black mini-skirt out of the closet, took off her pajamas and put it on. As she zipped it up, she said to the girl on the chair, “He Shixu.”

"He Shixu?" Li Yue frowned, vaguely sensing that something was amiss. Just as she was about to ask again, she saw the girl holding a white cardigan, her legs bare, about to leave. She called out, "Don't you want your legs anymore?"

Although it's springtime, the chill in the air hasn't dissipated yet. If I go out dressed like this, my legs might get really cold.

"It's nothing," Wen Jiu smiled at her and waved, "I'm leaving."

Watching the girl leave, Li Sijin asked in a low voice, "Don't you guys think Xiao Jiu has been getting a little too close to He Shixu lately?"

Jiang Qingmian nodded: "Why is she suddenly getting so close to her senior? What about Zhou Yanchuan? Why is she ignoring him?"

"have no idea."

Listening to the discussion between the two girls beside her, Li Yue didn't say anything, but she couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

Not only them, but the students in the school also gradually noticed that Wen Jiu and He Shixu were getting closer and closer.

A deluge of rumors followed.

Zhou Yanchuan waited two days, but the little girl showed no intention of explaining herself. He knew there was some misunderstanding, but he couldn't just ignore seeing her being intimate with another man.

He believed her with just one word.

But she just ignored him completely, not sending him a single message.

Lately, I keep hearing rumors that she and He Shixu are getting closer and closer.

Zhou Yanchuan couldn't sit still. He picked up his phone from the table, typed in the chat box for a long time, but didn't send a single word.

Frustrated, he tossed his phone back onto the table.

He sat on the chair for two minutes, then grabbed his phone and went out the door.

"I'll wait for you downstairs at your dorm. Let's talk things out."