Ma Jiaojiao also drank a little alcohol.
not much.
At first, I felt a little dizzy, but after sitting for a while and then going outside and being exposed to the cold wind, I immediately felt much more awake.
She glanced at her senior, Zhao Sun, beside her.
The latter was forced to drink quite a bit by his two roommates, but thankfully it was just beer.
His fair face was slightly flushed, but he seemed to be in good spirits. He still looked like he was afraid of the cold – his hands were in his pockets, and he was slightly hunched over, as if the wind blowing into his neck could kill him.
Ma Jiaojiao also shrank her neck.
But her scarf does a good job of protecting against the wind.
"If you're cold, put your scarf on for me," Ma Jiaojiao muttered.
Perhaps due to the alcohol, I intended to control my volume, but I realized I was speaking too loudly after I started.
But it's hard to say whether it's fortunate or unfortunate.
Perhaps due to the alcohol, Zhao Xun was also somewhat complacent and still didn't hear what Ma Jiaojiao said clearly.
"…What did you say?"
"Hey senior, are you alright?"
"without."
"…oh."
Ma Jiaojiao agreed and started to find a topic: "I didn't expect Senior Lu to have such a low alcohol tolerance... well, although Chu Chu isn't much better."
There are two types of drunk people.
One type is fast asleep, and Lu Yibei is a prime example of this.
As for the other type, who seems perfectly fine but is actually delirious and keeps yelling, "I can still drink, fill my cup!"—needless to say, it is Chu Chu.
After the dinner.
Lu Yibei was still lying dead in the barbecue restaurant, with his girlfriend Ji Qingqian keeping vigil for him.
As for Chu Chu, she was carried back by Liu Jie, Chen Dan, and Hao Zhangwen—it was originally supposed to be her or Wang Jue's turn, but Wang Jue had an appointment with the class monitor. When the responsibility fell on her shoulders, senior Chen Dan said that she could handle it. Although they weren't in the same dormitory, senior Chen Dan was a girl, so helping to bring Chu Chu back to the dormitory wouldn't be a problem.
Now Chu Chu has also lost his buff of high spirits and is gradually falling into a state of lethargy.
—I'm sorry, Chu Chu.
Ma Jiaojiao felt guilty. This was something she should have done.
"Hmm." Zhao Xun nodded lightly.
Ma Jiaojiao wanted to say something, but couldn't think of a topic for a moment.
An eerie silence fell over the air.
There wasn't that kind of tacit understanding between Ma Jiaojiao and Zhao Sun—meaning they wouldn't feel awkward even if they didn't speak to each other.
If someone doesn't respond, Ma Jiaojiao feels she has to say something.
This time, Zhao Xun spoke first, sounding somewhat impatient: "You called me out just for this?"
Ma Jiaojiao: ...
Of course not.
Senior Zhao Sun doesn't seem to realize what's making her unhappy.
She wanted to speak, but… it wasn't so much embarrassment as fear. After all, she had no right to demand that others act according to her thoughts and ideas.
Ma Jiaojiao took a deep breath of cold air.
But if I don't say anything... I feel bad for Senior Chen Dan who helped me, and for Chu Chu who was abandoned... Chu Chu, please grant me strength, otherwise I won't get any answers, and then I'll be subjected to that guy's sarcastic remarks. It's really not worth it.
"Senior."
Ma Jiaojiao spoke up, sounding somewhat aggrieved: "Do you think the scarf I knitted is terrible?"
Zhao Sun: ...
Because he didn't wear it out.
When he first entered the room, Ma Jiaojiao noticed that he was dressed as usual, without a scarf.
I'm very sensitive to the cold, but I didn't wear it.
But of course she couldn't ask openly at the dinner party, as that would not only make her feel embarrassed, but also put her senior in an awkward position.
In fact, some things you don't need to ask to know the answer.
Don't look at what the other person says, look at what they do.
Ma Jiaojiao felt that there was no need to ask too many questions; asking some questions would only lead to humiliation.
…But I'm not willing to give up if I don't ask.
It's like hitting a wall and feeling really hurt, but you won't turn back until you do.
Zhao Sun: "...Ugh."
Ma Jiaojiao: ! !
Even if it's terrible, there's no need to vomit! It's not that bad...
Zhao Sun: "Ugh, ugh—"
He vomited into the green belt next to him, leaving Ma Jiaojiao at a loss.
"...Ah, ah?"
Then, Zhao Xun finally raised his head, looked up at the sky, and touched his pocket:
Do you have any tissues?
Ma Jiaojiao immediately responded: "Yes, yes..."
She handed the tissue to Zhao Sun, who wiped her mouth, crumpled the tissue into a ball, and threw it into a nearby trash can.
Zhao Xun sighed with relief, "It feels so refreshing..."
Ma Jiaojiao: ...
Zhao Xun glanced at Ma Jiaojiao and said indifferently, "It's not because of my alcohol tolerance, it's just because the beer made my stomach bloated."
Ma Jiaojiao always felt that a certain senior student surnamed Lu had also used this reason.
She instinctively reached out to look where Zhao Xun was bending over, but Zhao Xun reached out, grabbed her chin, and snapped it back: "Don't look, it's disgusting."
Ma Jiaojiao glanced down at Zhao Xun's palm.
Zhao Xun then realized that his actions had been too intimate. He withdrew his hand, shook it awkwardly, and put it back in his pocket.
"...I won't drink next time."
Ma Jiaojiao straightened her back, and her eyes behind her glasses suddenly curved into a smile.
Zhao Xun's actions gave her courage—she didn't look like someone who was disliked at all.
Or rather, even if Senior Zhao Xun disliked the scarf she knitted, he didn't dislike her as a person.
"What did you ask again?"
Zhao Xun had just focused all her energy on suppressing her vomiting, but it was all in vain.
"Senior~~~"
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