Chapter 32: Continental GT is finished. Playing with it is as easy as walking a dog.
The next day, Fang Qingzhuo arrived at the bottom of the female dormitory as promised. Like every boy waiting for his girlfriend, he stood by the flower bed and texted the people upstairs.
Finally, after enduring the comrades who had been waiting with him, he withdrew his expectant gaze and turned on his mobile phone without any pretense. Wow, every message he received fell on deaf ears. He could not hold back any longer and made a rather dissatisfied call on the spot.
"I'm downstairs, where are you?"
"Hmm..." A soft, sleepy, and unclear voice came through the electric current. "Fang Qingzhuo, I was wrong. Can I sleep for ten more minutes? Please."
Fang Qingzhuo's words of accusation were stuck in his throat. He had no resistance to her surrendering first, and unconsciously lowered his voice: "I'll call back in twenty minutes."
Half an hour passed before Luo Shu emerged from the first-floor lobby with a swagger. Her eyes met Fang Qingzhuo's mournful gaze for a moment, and she immediately trotted over. Knowing she was in the wrong, she took the initiative to hug his arm. "Fang Qingzhuo, you didn't wait too long, did you?"
Fang Qingzhuo mercilessly tapped her forehead with his index finger, pushed her back, and refused to get close to her: "What do you think?"
"Oh!" Luo Shu tugged at his arm, shaking it, the last word of her voice hanging out. "I didn't want to do that either. It was just a dream I had, and it was all about you. I couldn't let go all of a sudden."
"I tell lies without thinking." Fang Qingzhuo held his hands down in a principled manner, warning himself mentally not to be manipulated like this. He remained unmoved on the surface, "Flattering is useless."
In fact, he turned his head away, hiding a barely noticeable smile.
"Really? I guarantee it with my character." Luo Shu leaned closer. "Aren't you curious about what happened in your dream?"
"Not curious."
"Fang Qingzhuo." Luo Shu's voice rose several degrees in vain, and she let go and glared at him in an angry manner, "I'll give you one more chance to organize your words."
There was no other way, so Fang Qingzhuo raised the white flag of surrender and stroked the back of her hand like a child trying to calm her temper before asking, "Well, I'm curious, so what did you dream about me?"
"In my dream, you are a super handsome guy..."
Fang Qingzhuo suddenly stopped talking: "Let me correct you, this is also true in reality."
"Yes, yes, yes." Luo Shu continued with his doting, "In the dream, there are many bad women who bully you and want your money and your body. Only I treat you well with all my heart."
"..." Is this still Chinese? Fang Qingzhuo raised his eyelids, "What about you? What do you want from me?"
"Of course it's because of you." Luo Shu raised her eyes and smiled brightly, inserting her five fingers into his. "For example, right now, shouldn't we go to the cafeteria for breakfast? You have classes later, and I'd be sorry if you starved yourself."
Fang Qingzhuo didn't say anything for a few seconds, his eyes sticky on his serious face as if he had drunk a love potion. Before he could nod in agreement, Luo Shu had already forcibly dragged him straight towards the cafeteria. A thought also popped up in his mind: It's over, playing with him is as easy as walking a dog.
The cafeteria was overwhelmed by the flow of people on Monday. Everywhere you looked, you could see a sea of moving heads. The long queues in front of each window were like rows of chirping sparrows on telephone poles.
The two of them bought some breakfast and sat face to face in an empty corner where their presence was minimal. Even though they chose a secluded spot in the corner, they still couldn't avoid the waves of stares from the people around them.
The warm sunlight from the rising sun refracted in from the window, forming a quiet light shield covering Luo Shu. She was completely immersed in the small mirror she carried with her. She cut her bangs herself and combed them with a small comb from time to time, chanting spells while combing to urge her hair to grow longer quickly, which was very eye-catching.
In the shadows, Fang Qingzhuo bit his soy milk straw and stared at her intently, with an unconscious slight curve on the corner of his mouth.
The aperture moved unconsciously, spreading and trying to expand its area, and the entire person within the range instantly became brighter.
There is no doubt that Fang Qingzhuo claims to be a very thoughtful person. He wanders among all kinds of people, silently observing all the right and wrong, the brilliance and decadence in the world.
He has a smooth and peaceful life that is always flawless. He knows what to say based on his identity. He works hard to maintain a harmonious family of three at home. He dares not show any negative emotions too much at school, creating a perfect personality.
But Luo Shu is different. She always speaks freely around him and never sits idle just for meals. She talks about everything from daily trivialities of food, clothing and daily necessities to philosophical topics about the meaning of life, and then to her gradually eccentric desire to run for president of the United States.
Is it annoying? Fang Qingzhuo asked himself, a little when they first met, but over time, he kind of liked the feeling of listening to nonsense, as if there was an asteroid dedicated to him that happily circled him, transmitting heat without reservation, and his heart was filled with warmth. At first, he took it for granted that it was just a temporary crave for the novelty of someone chattering in his ear, but in fact it was not the case.
Like right now, he was chattering away, explaining to him that the soy milk he was drinking came in two flavors: sweet and salty. Perhaps it was his mood, but Fang Qingzhuo loved calling her name over and over again while she was in the middle of a sentence. He'd see her pause with a puzzled look on her face, then slyly reply with a "No problem, I just wanted to call you," only to be met with a predictable eyeroll from her.
After expressing her speechlessness, Luo Shu picked up her phone to watch videos, and her attention was quickly attracted by a video titled "A Cayenne with a Guangdong license plate parked on the roadside was spray-painted by a beautiful woman". The number of likes and reposts was ridiculously high.
I rubbed my eyes in disbelief, because in the attached video, a slim girl with long platinum hair was particularly eye-catching. She held a bottle of spray paint and quickly sprayed the word "渣男" (scumbag) on the hood of the Cayenne.
Earlier, the comments section was full of people expressing their satisfaction at the punishment of the scumbag, but the situation was reversed by a comment from an account with the nickname xxx Car Rental.
[I'm eating the melon and it's on my head. Look at the license plate, it's our car.]
Since then, the front-row comments have all turned to gloating.
The most surprising reversal was that a reply from a private account pushed the heroine of the video to the forefront.
This girl is from our school, studying digital media. Her last name is Xia. I won't go into detail about her, but she's completely uneducated. I don't know how she got into Shenzhen University of Technology, but she's always been relying on her family's little money. She has a boyfriend who's a second-generation rich kid, but he's arrogant and disregards school rules. He routinely contradicts the dorm manager and bullies his roommates. Living on the same floor as her, I often hear the sounds of fighting and scolding in their dorm. They'd berate someone to the point of him jumping off a building. In the end, her family spent tens of millions to bribe the school to settle the matter. Oh, and this person is also a beauty blogger with over 100,000 followers.
It was a dramatic scene, the attempt to steal a chicken ended in loss of the rice, the wind direction completely changed, and the remarks that bullying gold-diggers and those who rent cars and act cool should be locked up swept the entire Internet.
Exaggerated rumors and slanders guided online public opinion. After confirming that she was not seeing things, Luo Shu couldn't help but worry about Xia Yimo. She switched to WeChat and was about to send her a message. The next second, Gu Jiaqian's voice call came in.
"Luo Shu, where are you?"
Seeing her panicked tone, Luo Shu felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness: "Still in the cafeteria. By the way, did you see it online..."
"Then go to the school gate and stop Xia Yimo. It's my fault for being so rude and saying a few inappropriate things. She grabbed a fruit knife and left the dormitory..."
Seeing her stuck in a trance while answering the phone for a long time, Fang Qingzhuo keenly noticed something was wrong: "What's wrong? Who's calling?"
Luo Shu came back to her senses and said anxiously, "Fang Qingzhuo, I feel like something is going to happen."
When they rushed to the school gate, they were still a step late. Xia Yimo happened to get into a taxi, leaving only a hurried back view.
Fang Qingzhuo didn't drive today and was about to take a taxi to chase someone when a Continental GT passed by in front of him in a high-profile manner, slid a few meters away, and then suddenly braked and reversed. The tires rubbed against the ground, making a harsh noise. Luo Shu and Fang Qingzhuo looked over at the same time.
The car window rolled down, and Huo Ran, wearing sunglasses and a smiling face, stretched out his hand from the driver's seat and teased Fang Qingzhuo, who was standing by the roadside: "Hey, hey, isn't this Fang, the one who's always busy with dates and is so hard to find? Where are you going?"
Fang Qingzhuo didn't have time to chat with him: "Zhuang He, quickly follow the blue taxi in front and send us your real-time location. We'll come right after you. Oh, and stop the people in the car."
Who would order people around right away? Zhuang He took off his sunglasses unhappily and said, "Fang Qingzhuo, did you forget that we still have classes later?"
Luo Shu spoke up at this time: "Senior Zhuang He, please help me, my roommate is inside."
The word "senior" successfully made Zhuang He forget his original intention. He immediately said: "Since junior sister Luo Shu has spoken, it's just a class. You can come up together."
Fang Qingzhuo glanced at his two-door, four-seater sedan with a hint of disdain: "It's crowded."
After saying that, he said, "Forget it, don't bother him. He's just worried that he won't be able to catch up with a taxi and will be embarrassed." He turned around and took Luo Shu to the back to wait for another taxi.
Sure enough, Zhuang He had a hot temper and would explode at the slightest provocation. Without any hesitation, he restarted the car and stepped on the accelerator along the straight road. In less than half a cigarette's time, he effortlessly caught up with the taxi and drove to a residential area. When he saw the person getting off the car, Zhuang He was obviously stunned for a moment, unbuckled his seat belt, and followed him into the elevator stealthily. When he saw the number on the elevator button light up, he sent the floor number to Fang Qingzhuo without delay.
The editor was reading the good news. The elevator door opened just in time. Feeling the figure in front disappear, Zhuang He clicked send while raising his foot. Within two seconds of exiting the elevator, a fruit knife was pressed against his neck.
"Why are you following me?" As this was the first time Xia Yimo had done such a thing, she was inevitably overwhelmed, and her hand holding the knife handle couldn't stop shaking.
"No." Feeling the other person's emotions out of control, Zhuang He dared not move, fearing that the sharp blade would cut his skin. He licked his upper lip and said, "Don't be impulsive. Listen to my excuse first. Ugh, explain."
"What the hell is that?" Xia Yimo scoffed. "You pervert, you dare not admit it. It's you who has been harassing me online with private messages, threatening to teach me a lesson."
"It's a misunderstanding. I'm not some pervert like those people say online." Zhuang He helplessly raised his arms to show that he meant no harm. "Look carefully at my handsome face. How can I be a pervert? Besides, you're the victim in this whole thing. You haven't wronged anyone. What lesson can I teach you?"
Xia Yimo stared at him: "Do we know each other?"
"Maybe we know each other now..."
The blade moved another inch closer.
"Okay, okay, my name is Zhuang He, from the Computer Science Department. Your dear roommate Luo Shu was worried about you and called me. Oh, and they'll be here soon."
Xia Yimo was still skeptical: "Why are you so sure that I am the victim?"
"Just your so-called rubbish boyfriend." Zhuang He looked back at her calmly. "The incident escalated and escalated, and he just hid behind netizens, proving he's a scumbag. And the claim that he bullied a classmate and caused him to jump off the building is ridiculous. Our school is notorious for its gossip. If that really happened, it would have been exposed long ago. But only a fool would believe it."
After seeing a flicker of relaxation on Xia Yimo's tense face, he continued to speak glibly, "The important thing is that Luo Shu is a good person. How could her best friend be that kind of person?"
"Are you familiar with her?" Xia Yimo asked.
"Normally." Zhuang He suddenly became serious. "But I'm familiar with her boyfriend, and I trust him."
"Don't bother with my business, I can handle it myself." Xia Yimo put away the knife, walked around him and found the house number he was looking for. She raised her arm to bang on the door and yell at the scumbag to open it, but before she could finish her words, her wrist was suddenly caught in mid-air, and her mouth was blocked as well.
"So this isn't your home?" Zhuang He pressed the person against the wall, and the distance between them was unexpectedly shortened. He could even count each of Xia Yimo's eyelashes.
The teasing in his eyes was then diluted by an inexplicable emotion. "You knock on the door so aggressively, do you think the person inside will open it? It's too late to hide from you."
Xia Yimo struggled a few times but to no avail, and looked at him with anger in her eyes.
Zhuang He raised an eyebrow indifferently. "If you really want to go in and solve the problem, then listen to me. But we agreed not to make any noise, and not to point the knife at me. If you can do that, just blink and I'll let go."
After a moment of mental struggle, Xia Yimo gritted her teeth and decided to give in, flapping her eyelashes at him.
Seeing this, the smile on Zhuang He's lips grew wider and wider, and he slowly loosened his slightly numb palm that was covering her mouth. She had indeed stopped making noises and screaming, but what did it mean that she kept wiping her lips with the back of her hand? Did she dislike him?
Xia Yimo glanced coldly at the man whose whole body was filled with incompatibility: "If you won't let me knock on the door, then do you have a way to make him open the door himself?"
"Of course." Zhuang He turned to face the peephole on the door, rubbing his thumb across his nose and said arrogantly, "Oh, I have plenty of means and strength."
This childish pose, this self-righteous tone of voice, Xia Yimo felt a faint sense of regret in her heart. Damn, did she meet a fool?
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