Faced with Zhao Xun's teasing, Ma Jiaojiao could have simply replied, "It's alright."
But after thinking about it, she waved her hand to clarify:
"They're just classmates~"
“…Oh.” Zhao Xun’s tone clearly conveyed an absolute sense of disbelief.
Perhaps, to this girl, that boy really was a classmate.
However, when that boy faced Ma Jiaojiao, his expression—a haughty man with lowered eyes and a hint of shyness—could not be simply described by the insignificant term "classmate."
Zhao Xun did not intend to comment on the girl's appearance.
However, I should mention that Ma Jiaojiao is not actually very pretty compared to her roommate... Her roommate is aloof and cold, not to mention that she is one of the school beauties.
The girl named Chu Chu was also very pretty, with a "beautiful girl" vibe, far above average.
Ma Jiaojiao and Wang Jue are at the "average" level; they look prettier when they are in a good mood, but appear rather dull when they are tired.
It's not particularly outstanding.
Even compared to Wang Jue, Ma Jiaojiao's height of over 1.7 meters is too tall, and she is not as slender as her uncle.
Whether it's her shoulders or her waist, she seems to be wider than the average woman. An average man standing next to her would look a size smaller.
So perhaps among boys, petite girls like Wang Jue are more popular.
Ma Jiaojiao speaks frankly and has a bright smile, which makes it easy for her to win people's favor...
Zhao Xun thought about it to himself for a moment, then paused slightly in surprise.
Damn it, has my brain gone mad?
Why think about all this nonsense?
Whatever, as long as this idiot doesn't run into any more morons and he doesn't see her crying, that's fine.
Zhao Sun ate without changing his expression.
Ma Jiaojiao sensed that this senior seemed to mind the boy who had just passed by, and for a moment she didn't know how to explain the fact that she and the boy had no real relationship except for exchanging a few jokes when they bumped into each other on the street.
Then he took the initiative to change the subject.
"Senior, you still haven't told me about the game—"
Before she could finish speaking, her phone, which was on the table, started buzzing.
When Ma Jiaojiao saw the caller ID, she subconsciously turned her head to look behind her.
Zhao Xun understood immediately.
Because the boy who had just passed by and was now sitting in the back was also holding his phone.
Ma Jiaojiao: ?
Are you out of your mind?
She immediately hung up the phone.
【:what? 】
【Come here for a moment.】
Ma Jiaojiao: ? ?
She glanced at Zhao Xun, who seemed completely uninterested, and then at the man behind her, feeling even more bewildered.
After some deliberation, Ma Jiaojiao still said to Zhao Xun:
"Senior, wait for me a moment, I'll go ask."
Zhao Xun remained silent, only making a gesture that said, "Please go ahead."
He lazily raised his eyes, watching Ma Jiaojiao's retreating figure in front of him.
Then, feeling utterly bored, he thought to himself, "It's best not to cause him any trouble because of this..."
Ugh, how boring.
If it weren't for that little bit of moral courtesy, Zhao Xun would have already considered leaving...
He swept the rice grains from the bowl, continuing to glance at Ma Jiaojiao, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.
The boy over there was indeed staring at him.
Ma Jiaojiao seemed to be explaining something to her.
A feeling of helplessness mixed with a wry smile...
Finally, Ma Jiaojiao pressed her hands into the air, signaling the boy to sit still.
The boy looked disappointed, as if he still harbored some resentment towards Ma Jiaojiao.
…No, something's not right.
Zhao Xun thought to himself, "Would this woman give him some strange identity so he can become some kind of unwanted suitor for her?"
He, Zhao Xun, is a grown man; he would never be a tool or a shield.
"Hello,"
Zhao Xun's eyes were sinister as he asked Ma Jiaojiao, who had sat down again, "How is it?"
Ma Jiaojiao's expression was a mix of embarrassment and amusement:
"Um... My classmate asked who you are and what our relationship is."
“…Ha,” Zhao Sun said.
Just as he expected, he was about to ask, "Have you explained it clearly?" when he heard Ma Jiaojiao continue:
"He even asked me if I had a boyfriend. If not, he wanted to ask for my WeChat."
Zhao Xun was silent for a moment, then tilted his head slightly, as if trying to understand the abstract words Ma Jiaojiao was saying.
Then, Ma Jiaojiao went even further, looking directly into Zhao Xun's eyes:
“I said you are 姛.”
"…ha!?"
Zhao Xun finally couldn't hold back and slammed his fist on the table: "Ma Jiaojiao, are you fucking sick? Go see a doctor, will you?!"
Ma Jiaojiao rested her chin on her hands, smiling broadly at Zhao Sun, who had stood up abruptly.
"I'm broke, senior~"
"Grass!"
Zhao Xun looked at the boy at the table behind her, who had a resentful look on his face.
After making eye contact with Zhao Xun again, he blushed and lowered his head once more.
…So that's why it feels numb when I squeeze it!
Damn it, I at least visited your military training camp with your senior Lu back then, have you forgotten?!
"Senior, calm down... Okay, just kidding, I'll go explain for you?" Ma Jiaojiao said.
"return."
Zhao Xun shouted, "Damn it..."
Explaining it further would only make me more embarrassed.
"You fucking sit right here!"
"...Okay~~"
Ma Jiaojiao smiled sweetly, "Senior, don't be angry."
“…”
Zhao Xun really didn't want to use such vulgar language.
After inhaling and exhaling, he calmly and confidently raised his middle finger at Ma Jiaojiao:
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