The two exchanged glances.
that…
Zhao Sun organized his thoughts.
First, we need to think about how to address them. Since they are Ma Jiaojiao's parents, then—
The older generation, having been through it all, are much better at reading people than the younger generation, and they were somewhat reserved around Zhao Xun.
Mom took the lead and greeted everyone in a friendly manner:
"Hello, classmate, thank you for looking after Ma Jiaojiao in the club. She's sometimes a bit immature, so please be understanding—"
Zhao Xun said "Ah," nodded, then shook his head.
It has a unique mechanical aesthetic.
"...No...uh, no..."
Seeing that Zhao Xun was still a little unaccustomed to it, Ma Jiaojiao's mother continued to express her goodwill. She had sharp eyes and immediately noticed:
"Oh my, did Ma Jiaojiao knit this scarf for you?"
"…ah."
Zhao Xun was startled, realizing he had been exposed!
But then I thought, wait a minute, there's nothing to expose.
Mom laughed again, "It's a Christmas present, right? Jiaojiao also gave one to me and her dad, haha."
As she spoke, she gestured to adjust the scarf hanging around her neck.
No one knows a daughter better than her mother.
The mother knew that the person who would send her a gift must be a very close friend.
My daughter was born and raised in Huizhou, and only left the province to go to university. Even though Ma Jiaojiao is smart and good at making friends, I still have some worries.
They came to Hangzhou for two reasons: first, to visit West Lake, and second, to see how their daughter was doing at university.
West Lake is beautiful, though.
But the second one is more difficult.
I originally wanted to invite my daughter's roommate to dinner to see what kind of person she usually gets along with.
But the daughter said that all three roommates had something to do; two were with their boyfriends, and the other was at a cheerleading dinner.
So we had no choice but to give up.
Unexpectedly, at the very last moment, I ran into a senior member of the club with whom I had a very good relationship.
—Yes, she's a bit quiet, doesn't talk much, and is a little difficult to communicate with.
—It has to be said that young girls these days are really prone to getting shy around their elders.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xun looked at the two men's necks again and found that their scarves were indeed exactly the same as his.
Mother's dark gray, Father's navy blue, and his pure white.
The three of them standing together actually looked like a family of three.
"By the way, you should have finished your exams by now, right?" Mom asked.
“Hmm,” Zhao Sun said.
"Is there anything else going on?" Mom asked again.
Zhao Xun thought about it seriously for a moment, then shook her head: "...No."
He regretted it as soon as he said it.
Sure enough, Ma Jiaojiao's gaze turned to the side.
—Senior, you're so honest.
--Grass.
"Then come eat with us."
The Ma family has a tradition of warmth and hospitality. Ma Jiaojiao's mother said cheerfully, "Auntie was just about to ask you, Ma Jiaojiao, what you do at school. For example..."
My mother is a master of social skills; she knows that the key to building closer relationships is sharing little secrets.
"Jiaojiao said that this scarf was a gift from someone. I asked who it was, but she wouldn't say—if it were a girl, she would definitely admit it openly, right? So I think it's someone who likes her, or a boy she likes. Classmate, do you know any clues?"
She asked Zhao Sun in a very low voice, as if they were whispering to each other.
Zhao Sun: "...Pfft!!"
This is no longer a minor misunderstanding; he must clarify:
"Mama Horse—"
Ma Jiaojiao: "...Pfft."
As the muscular girl nearly burst out laughing, Zhao Xun fell silent again:
“…”
Mama...
What a ridiculous and laughable nickname!
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