Chapter 88 Easy to deceive
There is no air conditioning in the dormitory bathroom, so taking a shower in the summer is like being in a sauna.
When Guan Ran came out of the shower, her nose was covered in sweat. She opened the sliding door and was greeted by a refreshing blast of cold air, which made her feel a little better.
Soon, the boy felt that the atmosphere in the dormitory was a bit awkward. It was inexplicably quiet, and the loudest sound was the operation of Du Zelong's computer.
What happened in the dorm while he was taking a shower?
At this time of day, Guan Ran could always see Cong Chun painting below, without fail, his self-discipline was terrifying.
Shouldn't this child draw for a while before going to bed?
Why are you in bed so early today? Are you feeling unwell?
Unfortunately, Guan Ran's worries were unnecessary. Cong Chun was in good health, as strong as an ox, and the child simply wanted to sleep.
At this moment, Cong Chun was fast asleep in bed, his mouth naturally closed, his lips slightly upturned, and his chest rising and falling steadily.
Cong Chun's eyelids have been drooping all day. In the summer, we used a pedestal fan at home, which was placed next to the bed.
The school dormitories only had old ceiling fans, which were noisy but regular.
Now, the air conditioning is turned on in the dormitories of Yenching University every night.
The moment the child lies down in bed, without any preparatory work or counting sheep, Cong Chun immediately enters "sleep mode."
Guan Ran's gaze then fell on Shi Yu, and the boy's expression was somewhat strange.
Shi Yu slept in the dormitory for one night, in his own bed, and he doesn't usually come back.
Why is he sitting there like a idiot today? It's a little scary.
Guan Ran doesn't care what Shi Yu does, but he shouldn't bully Cong Chun. If the kid gets hurt, Brother Duan will make an example of him first.
Guan Ran and Duan Mingxiao met at a summer camp during their junior high school holidays.
Guan Ran's mother and Ms. Yun were on good terms. When Yun Lanshuang was still in Xingang City, his mother was the design director of Yun Lanshuang's company.
Even though they were boss and subordinate, they had a good relationship.
So we decided to enroll our two energetic children in a summer camp abroad.
In reality, it was because the junior high school students Duan Mingxiao and Guan Ran were too unruly and couldn't be controlled at all. Anyone who didn't know better would think they came from Huaguo Mountain.
Duan Mingxiao always had a cold face at summer camp, and he was practically a walking ice machine. But because he was handsome, many people still took the initiative to talk to him.
I initially thought he was a quiet, aloof, and handsome young man.
Unexpectedly, Duan Mingxiao's small mouth transformed into an ice archer, with formidable attack power and no two attacks being the same.
Guan Ran had witnessed Duan Mingxiao's indiscriminate attacks before.
Despite this, the Crown Prince is still quite popular.
The boys in the summer camp wanted to be his underlings, and although the girls didn't dare to get close, they all secretly kept an eye on him. When playing games, everyone wanted to be Duan Mingxiao's partner.
Sometimes, Duan Mingxiao's words were even more effective than those of the teacher in charge.
Guan Ran remembers one thing very clearly: during the summer camp, some boys ate too much and clogged the toilet.
In the middle of the day, I ran to find Brother Duan for help. Brother Duan frowned, wearing a mask and gloves, fully armed, and kept rinsing with water.
They turned the hotel room into a water curtain cave.
After being complained about by the teacher in charge, Yun Lanshuang almost grabbed her belt and booked a ticket to France overnight.
However, Duan Mingxiao felt from beginning to end that he had nothing in common with the kids.
The kids were naive and innocent, and Duan Mingxiao was afraid that he would be infected by them, so he kept his distance.
Guan Ran, however, could exchange a few words with him, because they both liked cars, and when it came to racing, this young master Duan became quite talkative.
At this moment, Du Zelong, who was playing a game, took off his headphones. His already small eyes narrowed slightly, like a cunning mouse.
The boy looked at Guan Ran and spoke in a casual manner.
"Hey bro, wanna go to the grassy field get-together tomorrow?"
Guan Ran found it amusing; her blond hair looked somewhat dull under the indoor lighting, but she still answered the other person.
"Grassland? What are we going to the grassland for?"
Du Zelong repeated it again.
"I meant the grassy area social event. Do you want to come with me? There are lots of pretty girls there. I'll introduce you to one."
Guan Ran nodded and continued speaking.
"Who are you with?"
Du Zelong patiently asked again, this time with a less polite tone.
"Come with me, are you coming or not?"
Guan Ran nodded and spoke with a smile.
"I'll be back very late tomorrow."
Du Zelong was furious. He slammed the mouse down on the table. How could Guan Ran not understand human language?
He wanted to win Guan Ran over, but the young master of the Shi family ignored him and he disliked Cong Chun even more. Although he also disliked Guan Ran a bit, it was because she was taller than him.
However, there were only four people in the dormitory, and Du Zelong had no other targets, so he had to choose Guan Ran.
Guan Ran dared not get too close to Du Zelong. This man was wicked, stupid and evil. If Brother Duan found out, he would beat him up too.
Moreover, his mother didn't send him any local specialties from Xingang City; those specialties were given to him by Brother Duan.
Seeing Du Zelong's exasperated appearance, Guan Ran immediately reported it to Duan Mingxiao.
Given how dedicated he is, when Brother Duan sets up a racing team, don't forget about him.
The next morning, Cong Chun went to the library to return books as usual.
Cong Chun has read almost all of the books he borrowed some time ago.
He is very happy now. In Cong Chun's eyes, Yenching University's library is simply the most fun place in the world. The books here are all very good and there are many kinds.
If only he could bring his grandmother to live in the library, then the young master could become a librarian.
Not far away, a man held a black umbrella, his sickly white fingers standing out even more against the dark umbrella handle.
Lu Tinglan's long, narrow eyes fell on Cong Chun with an unfathomable gaze, devoid of any warmth.
He wore a neatly pressed white shirt, his long, straight legs encased in suit trousers, thin-soled leather shoes, and an exquisite wristwatch on his wrist. The man looked both noble and elegant.
Lu Tinglan looked much better than before.
He took the initiative to greet Cong Chun, and the man stepped forward.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Tinglan took a ticket from the pages of the book and handed it to Cong Chun.
Cong Chun lowered his eyes to look at the light blue ticket.
The art exhibition is the day after tomorrow evening, the first day after military training ends, and the location is an art gallery about 800 meters away from Yenching University.
The artist who organized this art exhibition is Xu Binzhou.
Cong Chun had admired and liked Xu Binzhou's paintings countless times in art books before.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Tinglan began to speak slowly and deliberately, his deep voice slightly hoarse.
"Thank you, Xiaochun, for carrying me to the school clinic earlier."
"This time, I heard from the school that after the freshmen military training is over, everyone will have a day off."
"There's an art exhibition here, and I was wondering if you're free to come with me."
Cong Chun looked at the ticket in his hand and nodded. Xu Binzhou was one of his favorite painters.
Before the boy could even express his gratitude, Lu Tinglan turned to Cong Chun and gave a faint smile.
With slender fingers, he handed Cong Chun another ticket to the same art exhibition.
"Here, there's one more. Let's see if any of our friends are interested."
"The three of us can go together."
…Then, with a faint smile in Lu Tinglan's eyes, the man added slowly.
“Ah Chan mentioned Teacher Xu before. You can ask him if he wants to come with us.”
Cong Chun nodded. He thought he could ask the young master if he wanted to go to the art exhibition with him and Lu Tinglan.
Cong Chun held the light blue ticket in his hand, his heart filled with anticipation.
At this moment, the man quietly moved the umbrella over Cong Chun's head to shield him from the scorching sun.
Lu Tinglan's dark gaze fell on Cong Chun, gripping the umbrella handle, and his thin lips parted slightly.
"Be careful not to get sunburned."
Unfortunately, while the man spoke words of concern, he secretly thought the person in front of him was naive and easily fooled, a complete fool.
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