Return transfer
Shen Muwei didn't quite understand why Xiang Zhixing was angry.
Isn't it a good thing that she returned the money to him? It proves how conscientious she is! Where can you find such a good business partner?
Unbelievable, utterly inexplicable.
Anyway, ever since I met him, a lot of strange things have happened.
24 hours later, the transferred money was returned by the system.
She was troubled, unsure how to apologize to Xiang Zhixing again.
She was the only one in the dormitory. She didn't turn on the air conditioner, but instead used an electric fan to support her head.
When Zhao Ranzhu returned from the library, she saw that her face was full of melancholy. She put down her backpack and asked, "Baby, what's wrong?"
"Piggy, I think I've upset Xiang Zhixing..."
Zhao Ranzhu was only eating dinner at this time. She brought her dinner to sit next to her and ate a full bowl of fried noodles, which was steaming hot.
Seeing the gleam in Shen Muwei's eyes, she knew she was hungry, so she naturally handed her the bowl and took her water glass to get some water.
Shen Muwei: "It's so delicious! Is it from the punk auntie's stall on the snack street?"
Zhao Ranzhu: "Yes."
Zhao Ranzhu approached and sat down, helping her tuck the stray hairs that had been blown about by the wind behind her ears.
"Tell me what's going on, and I'll see if I can help you."
Shen Muwei recounted the events of the previous night in detail, emphasizing her emotional journey in begging for his forgiveness, and even returning the money to him.
After hearing this, Zhao Ranzhu smiled and said, "It's nothing. He's just being stingy. It has nothing to do with you."
Shen Muwei took only one bite, handed the fried noodles to Zhao Ranzhu, wiped her mouth, and asked, "Is it really none of my business?"
"Didn't you return all the money to him, and he's fine? You just played around for a bit, what does it have to do with you? Why doesn't he reflect on himself? Finding a girl to keep him company, he's shameless. I was worried something might happen to you late at night."
As she spoke, Zhao Ranzhu paused for a moment and then said, "I won't believe him unless you believe what he says about being able to see ghosts."
Shen Muwei: "That's what I say... but I still feel a little embarrassed."
"He hasn't replied to your messages?"
"No, the transfer has just been refunded."
Zhao Ranzhu looked up and said, "Isn't that perfect? Didn't you say just a couple of days ago that he was chatting with you too often and it was affecting your sleep? Now that he's not contacting you anymore, it's actually a good thing. You can take a good rest these few days. Besides, he's already apologized enough. What more do you want from him? He shouldn't be so ungrateful."
Zhao Ranzhu realized that her words might have been a bit extreme, and smiled sheepishly: "You know me, I side with my own people regardless of right or wrong, so I'll definitely be the one to scold him."
"That actually makes some sense. He's acting strangely, so I shouldn't let him affect me."
"That's right! You should just have fun. Are you going to stay sad just because he's ignoring you?"
"I'm not really sad, but I do feel a little sorry for him, since I didn't keep my promise."
"What do you care about him? Let's ignore him. He won't listen to reason, so he'll have to suffer the consequences!"
The frustration of having the transfer returned quickly dissipated after Zhao Ranzhu's persuasion.
So that night, Shen Muwei decided to stop messaging him and instead went to have a late-night snack and watch a movie with her roommates.
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A week after the start of the semester, freshmen began to register.
The campus became even more lively than usual. Parents who came to drop off their children took them to various landmark buildings on campus to take photos. The school was bustling with activity early in the morning, and the corridors outside the dormitories were filled with voices speaking in various regional accents.
Shen Muwei was woken up by a phone call from Ms. Mu Qing on Saturday morning.
"Shen Muwei, you might as well never come home again! People who don't know you might think you're not from here. Even people from other provinces know to go home on Fridays, but you don't even know when you're going home if it only takes twenty minutes. You might as well not come home at all!"
The call was disconnected, and the shrill female voice quickly disappeared.
Shen Muwei squinted at the phone screen until it turned from the call interface to black and then back to the screensaver.
Her mind was foggy at that moment, and before she could recall what Mu Qing had said, she closed her eyes again.
She spent a while in bed trying to calm herself down before finally managing to get up.
She didn't quite remember what Mu Qing said, but her brain processed the information that Mu Qing wanted her to go home.
A torrential downpour last night lasted all night, only finally stopping at five in the morning. The outdoor temperature plummeted, and Shen Muwei, still wearing summer shorts and pajamas, shivered from the cold and took a jacket from the closet to put on.
Whenever the seasons change abruptly, Shen Muwei is always wide awake. After groggily washing up and changing her clothes, she prepares to go home.
She knew Mu Qing's temper; if someone called and yelled at her, she'd better be prepared to go home immediately.
At the other end of the dormitory was the freshman dormitory. Some parents followed them upstairs and happened to meet Shen Muwei, asking her about some things related to the dormitory.
She patiently answered the questions before going downstairs. She had already woken up and felt refreshed.
Last night, the rain fell heavily and suddenly, knocking down a carpet of sycamore leaves and creating a desolate and bleak atmosphere.
Shen Muwei shrank her neck, which was exposed to the air, and went to the side to push out the electric scooter.
There were so many people at school today that Shen Muwei rode her bike rather clumsily, honking her horn the whole way.
There were small red tents set up everywhere, either for the college to welcome new students, to sell mobile phone cards, or for clubs to recruit new members.
She frowned slightly, rode to the bend ahead, and suddenly saw a familiar figure.
Xiang Zhixing silently helped the junior girl pull her suitcase, staring straight ahead with a blank expression. The girl was probably asking him about school matters, and she smiled very politely.
He gave a lukewarm reply.
He didn't know what the girl said, but it made him chuckle casually.
This scene happened to fall into Shen Muwei's eyes.
Isn't she living a pretty good life? Even though she's been giving him the cold shoulder and not contacting him for the past few days, she still occasionally feels a tiny bit of worry about him.
Ha, what a waste of good intentions!
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
Instead of taking the empty road where the pedestrian traffic had suddenly decreased, she impatiently honked her horn and rode past him and the junior schoolgirl.
Through the rearview mirror, she saw Xiang Zhixing's expression freeze for a second.
Shen Muwei was thrilled. She twisted the handle all the way and charged forward. Now she no longer had to be that coward Guan Xiangzhi.
Aside from encountering a few traffic lights along the way, she sped home without stopping for even a moment.
Standing at her front door, she felt her empty pockets—oh, she'd forgotten her house key.
This gave Mu Qing another reason to criticize her.
Still worried about being scolded, I hesitated for a long time without having the courage to knock on the door. I simply sat down by the stairwell and thought about how to get in without being scolded.
She had only been sitting down for less than two minutes when someone kicked her.
Shen Muwei thought it was Grandma Luo's grandson upstairs, who was only six years old. Every time she saw her, she would secretly hit her and then run away quickly.
She clicked her tongue impatiently and turned around, only to see a pair of dark blue jeans. When did Grandma Luo's grandson grow so tall?
Her gaze shifted upwards, and she saw the boy standing on the step above hers. The intense ultraviolet rays of the overcast sky streamed through the windows of the old-fashioned stairwell, making the back of the boy's head glow.
The boy's features were obscured by the backlight, but Shen Muwei seemed to sense something, quickly stood up, took two steps forward, and then turned back.
"Song Yuanbai, when did you get back?"
Song Yuanbai was wearing a denim jacket, his hair was short and looked very refreshing. He still had a youthful air about him, his hands were in his pockets, and he was smiling at her.
He walked down two steps to her and said, "Last night."
"So it was you..." Shen Muwei rolled her eyes at him with resentment.
"What about me?" Song Yuanbai asked, puzzled.
"Never mind that, just do me a favor and knock on the door. I forgot my keys." She pulled him toward the door.
Song Yuanbai knew about the conflict between her and Mu Qing. In fact, he was also involved in it. He participated in the outdoor rock climbing during the summer vacation and even appeared on camera. However, just like Shen Muwei, he asked the club to delete the footage of the two of them. His figure flashed by so quickly that Mu Qing did not recognize him.
He smiled somewhat helplessly: "Alright, alright, I'll knock on the door for you."
After saying that, he knocked on the door, and soon the sound of slippery footsteps came from inside.
Mu Qing must have seen who was outside through the video doorbell, because she opened the door with a big smile on her face.
"Little Song is here, come in quickly, come in quickly."
Shen Muwei hid on the upper steps, and only after the door opened did she stick her head out from the door frame and raise one hand: "Mom, I'm back too."
Mu Qing scolded her, "Hurry up and come in. Why did you take so long to come back?"
"Where did you rush me?" Shen Muwei thought to herself. She sent a message to Mu Qing, but Mu Qing ignored her.
She took off her shoes and went inside. Song Yuanbai also changed his shoes. He had a pair of special slippers at her house, the same style as the slippers Shen Muwei was wearing.
When Shen Muwei was shopping, she saw these Sanrio collaboration slippers. She bought a pair of blue Cinnamon Dog slippers. Song Yuanbai also insisted on buying them. He didn't want pink ones, he didn't want purple ones, and finally bought a pair of yellow Pacha Dog slippers. The size of the shoes was not quite right, they were a little small.
Mu Qing said she would buy him a new pair, but he refused, saying that the current pair was very comfortable to wear.
Shen Muwei looked down at him as he casually took out slippers from the shoe cabinet. In the corner lay a pair of pink My Melody slippers, which belonged to Shi Yue. The three of them had been best friends since childhood.
Her gaze shifted, and she suddenly noticed that the front of his sneakers was a little muddy, and a spot in the middle looked like it had been rubbed off. She squinted, and a flash of inspiration struck her. She reached down to her back and touched it, and sure enough, there was a soft, damp feeling in a certain spot.
When she took her hand off, she was shocked to see yellow mud stuck to her fingertips.
Her chest heaved as she stared intently at Song Yuanbai, her eyes blazing with anger, and called his name, word by word: "Song, Yuan, Bai!"
Song Yuanbai shrank his neck when she called out to him, and before he could react, she smeared mud all over his face.
Hearing the noisy commotion in the entryway, Mu Qing came out of the kitchen with a spatula and saw two people wrestling. Her daughter had the upper hand and climbed onto Song Yuanbai's back, tightly choking Song Yuanbai's neck with her elbow. Song Yuanbai's face was flushed red, and he kept begging for mercy.
"Alright, alright, why are you two fighting the moment you meet? Stop right now and go to the supermarket to buy me a bottle of soy sauce. We're out of soy sauce."
Shen Muwei angrily got off his back, kicked him again in anger, and threw her coat at Song Yuanbai: "Wash it clean for me, by hand!"
After saying that, she stormed into her room to find new clothes.
When she came out after changing into clean clothes, she saw Song Yuanbai indeed standing in the bathroom washing her clothes by hand.
Shen Muwei couldn't understand why this person liked to act foolishly. Knowing that there would be no good end, he still liked to act foolishly, and in the end, he still suffered the consequences of his own actions.
She leaned coldly against the doorframe: "Wash yourself clean."
"Alright, boss!"
He was full of energy; he glanced at her and quickened his scrubbing motions.
Shen Muwei went into the kitchen and asked Mu Qing if there was anything else she wanted to buy.
Mu Qing rarely eats at home anymore. Before, when Shen Hongtao was home, she could at least get some home-cooked meals. After Shen Hongtao went to Africa with a project, she didn't like cooking anymore, and either ate at the cafeteria with Shen Muwei or went home to eat at her parents' house.
Mu Qing wasn't sure what else she needed to buy at home, so she carefully checked and found some expired condiments and a bottle of vinegar with only two drops left. She threw them into a trash bag, sealed it, and had Shen Muwei take it out, while also telling her what she needed to buy.
Shen Muwei nodded, not bothering to remember anything. Since she basically wanted to buy everything, she figured she might as well just buy the whole set.
Song Yuanbai also finished washing the clothes, hung them on the balcony, dried his hands, walked to the kitchen door, and rolled down his sleeves.
"Don't worry, Auntie, my eldest son and I will definitely buy everything we need."
Shen Muwei couldn't stand him and rolled her eyes at him as she passed by.
Song Yuanbai couldn't stop laughing. He pointed at Shen Muwei's back and said to Mu Qing, "Then we'll be going now, Auntie."
Mu Qing was both amused and exasperated, and waved her hand, saying, "Go on, go on."
Song Yuanbai followed closely behind Shen Muwei, coaxing her gently, "Boss, are you still angry? Don't be angry, I'll send you a red envelope."
The mention of sending red envelopes made Shen Muwei angry, and she remembered how Xiang Zhixing had refused to accept her transfer, which was then returned by the system.
She was about to explode again when she turned her head. Suddenly, Song Yuanbai saluted her, his expression serious: "Follow the leader's orders!"
Every time this happens, she gets so angry she laughs.
When they went to the supermarket, Song Yuanbai rode his bicycle with Chen Muwei.
Since I didn't want to go too far, I shopped at a large supermarket not far from the school.
It's related to the fact that these two days are the registration days for new students. The supermarket is having a big sale, and you can see many freshmen's youthful figures inside.
Song Yuanbai pushed the shopping cart and followed behind Shen Muwei.
The supermarket was crowded, but Shen Muwei could easily walk through the congested areas without pushing a cart. Song Yuanbai, however, had a much harder time; when there were many people, he had to wait for others to pass first.
Shen Muwei turned around and saw that he hadn't followed closely and was stuck in the crowded area. She called out, "Xiaobai, I'm going to the condiment section first. Come over later."
Song Yuanbai listened to her speak with his chin raised, then raised his hand and nodded heavily.
He noticed the crowd thinning out and was about to push his cart forward when he was suddenly hit by a shopping cart piled high with household goods.
Song Yuanbai looked up and apologized. Just as he was about to back away, he saw the boy opposite him staring at him with a displeased expression, his hand gripping the shopping cart handle with prominent veins.
Intentional?
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