She picked up her phone from beside her pillow, hesitated as she typed, rewriting and editing a sentence, but never sent it.
She had just told her roommates that she wanted to move out, but when school started, she refused Tang Song's suggestion that she live in a large apartment and firmly said that she wanted to stay in the dormitory.
Now that she's offering to move out of the dorm, will Tang Song think she's a nuisance?
Best wishes. Staring at the words on the screen, which have been reduced to just one sentence.
I want to move out of the dorm.
She was still hesitating about how to address Tang Song. Calling him by his name directly would be impolite, but she and Tang Song weren't close enough to use nicknames. Calling him "President Tang" would be too formal, and calling him "Wolf Lord"... would be very strange.
She sighed, tapped her fingertip on the input box, and thought she should finish writing what she wanted to say first.
My hand slipped, and the message was sent.
Zhu Hao stared wide-eyed, then quickly long-pressed the message to try and recall it.
I accidentally deleted it.
Best wishes: ...
Zhu Hao stared at the blank chat box, feeling as if his mind had also gone blank.
The next second, a long paragraph appeared in the blank chat box.
Tang Song: [Okay, I checked your schedule. You don't have classes tomorrow, so move out tomorrow. It's so late, go to sleep first. Don't pack your things yet. I'll have Tang Miao come up and help you pack tomorrow; she's quick. We'll be at school at 10 a.m., so you can sleep a little longer and don't get up so early. What do you want to eat for breakfast? I'll have Aunt Zhang make it and bring it over.]
Zhu Hao slowly opened his mouth wide, staring at the text that filled half the screen.
It seems like she... only sent the message less than five seconds ago, right?
Is Tang Song typing that fast? Even faster than her?
However, these words washed away her regret for accidentally sending the wrong message, leaving only Tang Song's question in her mind.
After careful consideration, she typed it out solemnly.
On the other end of the phone, Tang Song sat at his desk, repeatedly refreshing the chat interface and glancing at the time every now and then.
"It's been a minute." Tang Song's lips were tight, and his brows furrowed slightly. "You still haven't replied."
He looked at the message he had just sent, carefully considering whether he had said anything wrong.
As he checked the message for the third time, a new message popped up in the chat box.
Best wishes: [Okay, thank you. I can have breakfast at school, thank you.]
Tang Song blinked slowly and waited quietly for a while.
That's all?
He refreshed the page again in disbelief.
That's all!
His slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, and a hint of distress appeared on his usually stern face.
He paused, then took out a brightly colored, unopened new book from the drawer, which Zhu Qing had just bought that day.
The cover title reads: "Infant and Toddler Psychology"
Tang Song took out a new notebook and started taking notes while flipping through the pages.
*
Zhu Hao looked at the message on his phone and smiled with satisfaction.
Her reply was fine; she even said thank you twice! That clearly expressed her gratitude!
Zhu Hao put down his phone, turned to the side, leaned the drawing board against the wall, put his hands under the pillow, and stared at the little wolf on the drawing board.
Her vision blurred, and sleepiness gradually crept into her mind.
The night was quiet and dark, except for a desk lamp that remained lit in a study in the manor until dawn.
*
At six o'clock the next morning, Zhu Hao was woken up by the light from his phone screen.
She slowly opened her eyes, glanced at her phone, and turned off the alarm.
Last night before bed, she turned off the alarm clock's vibration and set it to a silent alarm, with only the screen lighting up. She even held the phone right next to her eyes, afraid she wouldn't feel it.
She slowly got up, took her toiletries, and went to the public restroom to wash up.
After that, I ran to the breakfast shop behind the school, changed into my work clothes, and started making steamed buns and dumplings.
She is deaf and mute, and it is not easy for her to find part-time work. Only the owner and his wife of this breakfast shop are willing to hire her without looking down on her.
The breakfast shop was small, and she only worked in the back, without having to interact with customers.
"Hello, two fried dough sticks, two eggs, two cups of soy milk, two..." Jiang Yangyun stood at the shop entrance, wearing a simple white t-shirt and black casual pants. He was speaking to the shop owner, but his eyes were fixed on Zhu Hao, who was kneading dough behind him.
The shopkeeper busily packed a bunch of stuff, put it in a bag, and handed it to Jiang Yangyun, saying, "Fifty."
Jiang Yangyun nodded slightly, scanned the code to pay, and after receiving the breakfast, asked softly, "Could you please call Zhu Hao for me? I have a few words I'd like to say to her."
The owner paused for a moment, noting that most of the breakfast shop's customers were students from nearby universities.
Indeed, quite a few students asked him for Zhu Hao's contact information, and he usually brushed them off casually. But this was the first boy who could say Zhu Hao's name.
The shop owner assumed he knew Zhu Hao, so he turned around and knocked on the counter in front of Zhu Hao.
As Zhu Hao looked up at the boss, he also noticed Jiang Yangyun's presence out of the corner of his eye.
"He's looking for you," the boss said, pointing to Jiang Yangyun.
Zhu Hao pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and shook her head, almost throwing off the hat that covered her hair.
She raised her hand, adjusted her hat with the back of her hand, and continued making steamed buns with her eyes lowered.
The boss raised an eyebrow, turned to Jiang Yangyun and said, "Sorry, student, I'm a bit busy. Why don't you go to class first?"
This is a common excuse used by bosses. Most guys who hear this know they've been rejected, and those with a bit of self-respect will just give an awkward smile and leave.
Jiang Yangyun is different; he has no shame.
He pointed to the small table outside the breakfast shop and smiled slightly, "It's okay, I don't have class this morning. Could you please tell her for me that I'll wait for her outside? No rush."
The boss's lips twitched, he just smiled and said nothing.
Anyway, no one can wait for more than an hour; boys these days don't have much patience.
[Jasmine milk scent~ Found it! Oh dear~ the baby's scent is so strong, it must be here!! Didn't I tell her to sleep a little longer? What time is it?! It's not even seven o'clock yet! I'm going crazy!! Luckily I didn't sleep last night, and I came early today, catching the disobedient baby!]
Zhu Hao's subordinate paused, looking up in surprise.
Tang Song, dressed in an exquisite and well-fitting suit, exuded an air of nobility and stood tall and straight, completely out of place among the eight-day-old students around him who seemed to have had their energy drained and were just casually throwing on a t-shirt.
The smoke from the breakfast shop made Tang Song's figure appear even more indistinct.
Zhu Hao opened her lips wide in disbelief, staring at him as he slowly walked towards her.
Jiang Yangyun, who was sitting at a small table in front of the breakfast shop, immediately stood up and tensed up when she saw Tang Song.
[How could a cub be making breakfast here?! Damn it! This is abuse! Abuse! I'm going to make Zhu Qing sue him until he's bankrupt!!]
"Hello, what would you like to order?" The shopkeeper was used to the gentle aura of students, and was a little unaccustomed to facing Tang Song, who was so cold and serious, so he unconsciously used a respectful title.
Tang Song's cold gaze fell on Zhu Hao behind the boss. "Come out."
【Ah! Ah! My kittens have turned into little kittens covered in white flour!! Their faces are covered in white flour! They're kittens! Precious kittens! And they're in such a dangerous place like the kitchen, what if they get hurt!?】
Zhu Hao swallowed hard, wiped his hands on the apron in front of him, and dawdled as he went out.
She actually wanted to keep her part-time job a secret from Tang Song.
Although Tang Song has returned, the money he spent on her hasn't come back.
She still wanted to save money to pay him back.
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