Just as Ji Qingqian was about to glare at her boyfriend, he suddenly put his arm around her shoulder.
He gently pulled her into his arms again.
Lu Yibei rested his chin on Ji Qingqian's head:
"You never compare me to others."
Ji Qingqian: ...
"I never imagined that the first competition would be between me and yourself," Lu Yibei chuckled.
Ji Qingqian's heart, which had just been filled with resentment, softened instantly after her boyfriend's few words.
yes.
She never compares Ah Bei to others, because for her, Ah Bei is the number one person, just like the pinned chat box on WeChat.
He won the game too.
Even without a competition, he would still win.
And, just like her.
Lu Yibei never compared her to anyone else.
She won the game.
Even without a comparison, she would still win.
Even if their opponent is themselves.
In her opinion, the scarf that Ah Bei gave her was much better than her own.
But in Abei's eyes, it must be the same.
"…snort."
Ji Qingqian wrinkled her nose: "In terms of female strength... we actually lost."
"Hey, I wouldn't dare say that. Who said knitting scarves is only for girls? If you girls can knit, why can't we boys?"
Lu Yibei's chin twitched as he spoke, and Ji Qingqian felt a slight itch on the top of her head. She pursed her lips gently and asked:
"like?"
What do you mean?
Ji Qingqian's expression turned cold: "Of course, it's a scarf."
"I thought you were asking someone."
Lu Yibei chuckled: "Of course I like it."
Ji Qingqian narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, her shoulder gently rubbing against the boy's chest as if she were being affectionate, and then asked, "Where is he?"
"Anyone with a sound mind wouldn't ask such a question."
"I want to hear it."
"I like it the most in the world."
"…Um."
Ji Qingqian's eyes narrowed to slits as she tilted her head up at the boy: "Come on, give me a kiss."
Lu Yibei gave his girlfriend a gentle kiss.
After the gentle kiss, Ji Qingqian curled up like a cat.
She hummed in agreement and then said:
"But from a worldly perspective, the scarf I knitted is indeed not as good as yours."
Lu Yibei said, "That's great. I'm not much else, I'm just very elegant and not worldly at all."
Ji Qingqian raised her eyes and glared at her boyfriend, then continued speaking to herself:
"So, I'm planning to give you another gift."
Lu Yibei smiled wryly: "No need. Darling, you have to understand, the most important thing about giving a gift is the sentiment, not its monetary value... If the monetary value exceeds the sentiment, it means the person is not worthy of the gift..."
"Baldur's Gate 3... I'd like to give you this game. You're pretty good at turn-based games."
Ji Qingqian blinked: "Isn't that right?"
Lu Yibei shut up.
Ji Qingqian: "You don't want it?"
Lu Yibei was struggling to think it over.
There was no reply, but Ji Qingqian roughly understood the boy's thoughts.
She gave a cold laugh:
"Ha, that's just how men are..."
…
When Zhao Xun walked down to the girls' dormitory building with her hands in the pockets of her windproof jacket and her neck hunched over.
Ma Jiaojiao, whose figure is larger than many girls in the past, was already waiting downstairs.
For both Zhao Xun and Ma Jiaojiao, this initial meeting was a novel experience in itself…
In fact, the two didn't have many opportunities to interact.
The difference between Zhao Xun and a shut-in is that he is still alive... In winter, especially on a winter night, he adheres to the principle of not going out if he can avoid it.
We do chat about all sorts of things online.
However, the two have met in person only a handful of times so far.
Moreover, even when they meet, it's like a club activity, usually involving activities with a large group, and they generally agree on a meeting place in advance.
I've never waited for someone downstairs at the dormitory like this before.
Originally, it was Ma Jiaojiao who made the appointment with Zhao Xun. According to Ma Jiaojiao, she should just wait for him in the men's dormitory.
This way, the senior student, who looks rather delicate regardless of his physical condition, can avoid being exposed to cold air.
Faced with Ma Jiaojiao's suggestion, Zhao Xun's reply was only three words.
【I'm coming over】
[Horse: Why?]
【:unlucky】
Ma Jiaojiao: ...
She didn't understand what Zhao Xun meant by "bad luck".
But when he passed by the girls' dormitories a few buildings ahead, she also came out of the dormitory roof to greet him.
Ma Jiaojiao suddenly remembered.
She once waited for someone downstairs in the men's dormitory.
It was also because of that suffocating downpour that she had a brief connection with senior student Zhao Sun.
…unlucky.
Ma Jiaojiao chuckled softly, thinking, "This is truly bad luck."
Senior Zhao Xun was probably worried that she might run into someone she didn't want to see over there.
This senior always seems to consider others' needs in unexpected ways.
"Senior~~"
Ma Jiaojiao waved her hand emphatically.
Zhao Xun was stunned for a moment, then almost buried the lower half of her somewhat pale face in the black scarf on her chest.
"...Don't shout so loudly, you idiot!!"
Ma Jiaojiao strode quickly toward him, her legs even longer than Zhao Sun's.
Zhao Xun also stopped at the right time, waiting for the big girl to stand in front of him.
Seeing the big girl's chuckle, Zhao Xun's face remained icy:
"Hey, next time if you have something to do, could you tell me earlier?"
After he made a vow that he would be a dog whenever he went out, he suffered a terrible backlash.
Being insulted by others is not scary; what's scary is insulting yourself. — From "The Troll's Guide 1"
Upon hearing this, Ma Jiaojiao pouted, somewhat unwilling:
"...This is all your own fault, senior."
Zhao Xun said calmly, "Idiots will try to shift the blame, and it's even more ridiculous when they do it so poorly."
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