Chapter 43: The first time I met a Scorpio, I felt like I had lost both the wife and the money...
Xia Yimo has been very annoyed recently. Someone always calls her at the critical moment when she is catching up on her beauty sleep.
When I came downstairs, Zhuang He was squatting under a tree in the girls' dormitory with his schoolbag on his back, feeding the stray cats in the school.
When I got closer, I found that he was very considerate and broke the ham sausage into small pieces to make it easier for the cat to swallow.
The kitten's tail also changed from drooping at the beginning to upturned now.
In this situation, Xia Yimo was inexplicably reminded of the night when they had barbecue. Everyone else had left the table temporarily due to their own trivial matters, leaving only her and Fang Qingzhuo.
The noisy and hot waves from the rooftop rushed towards their table like a kite with a suddenly broken string.
They were both indifferent by nature, so they didn't feel embarrassed at all.
But Xia Yimo's sudden words instantly reversed the passive situation.
She had just finished chewing the shrimp Zhuang He had peeled for her and was wiping her mouth with a napkin. "I haven't been back to the dorm much this semester, and I happened to run into Luo Shu in a bad mood twice. It's probably because of you."
Fang Qingzhuo withdrew his empty gaze from the wine bottle in his palm, looked at her intently, then raised his arm and put the bottle to his lips, saying, "I'll pay attention. Thank you."
As the alcohol washed down his throat, he uncharacteristically began to speak well of his brother again. "Zhuang He, while seemingly unreliable, never lets down his guard at crucial moments. He's serious."
The last note fell and the conversation returned to calm. On the surface, the two of them appeared calm, but the truth was only they themselves knew that the lake in their hearts had already been rippling.
"Hey, why didn't you call me when you came down?"
Her thoughts were suddenly brought back to reality by an excited shout, and Zhuang He ran up to her with his big white teeth grinning.
"Uh..." Xia Yimo suppressed the unnatural look of being lost in memories, "Why did you call me down in such a hurry?"
Zhuang He snapped his fingers and mysteriously unzipped his backpack: "Of course I have something good for you."
Xia Yimo wasn't very interested. She yawned listlessly, covering her lips with her hands. "What is that?"
"Hair growth liquid."
I don't know where Zhuang He learned this trick, but he shielded the bottle of hair growth liquid with his palm, just like a salesperson introducing a product, to block the light. The voiceover went, "Thump, thump, thump," and he said, "I heard you had your hair pulled out last time you were doing something righteous. This is the hair growth liquid our professor highly recommends. It's for programmers only."
"..." Xia Yimo was no longer sleepy, her temples throbbing. "So, you think I'm bald, right?"
Sensing the low air pressure, Zhuang He immediately became serious, shaking his head like a rattle: "I didn't mean that..."
Xia Yimo suppressed her anger and said, "So what do you mean?"
Zhuang He hesitated and said, "I, I just want to pursue you."
Xia Yimo sneered: "Thank you for your trouble, Master Zhuang. I didn't rush to drink syrup, so there's no need to chase me."
After saying that, she was too lazy to give him and his bottle of hair growth liquid any more glances. She strode away with her hair shaking, leaving Zhuang He alone, disheveled in the wind.
Should he pursue her or not? Zhuang He was worried. No, he had already half confessed his feelings, so why was she still indifferent and telling jokes? He put the hair growth liquid back into his bag, put it on his back again, and immediately called Fang Qingzhuo to ask for his advice on pursuing girls.
After more than ten seconds, the other party answered with the familiar annoying opening line: "What's up?"
Zhuang He: "Where are you?"
"Rosen from school." Fang Qingzhuo added, "and his girlfriend."
Then, Zhuang He recounted everything that had just happened in a very moving voice. Finally, the other end said, "I have no experience in chasing girls either."
"Then how did you and Luo Shu get together?"
The other end paused for a moment, as if recalling something: "I cornered her and asked her if she liked me."
"Then what?"
Fang Qingzhuo kept it simple: "Then she admitted that she liked me and wanted to date me."
"So you two are like Jiang Taigong fishing, willing to take the bait."
The convenience store's self-service microwave made a soft beep.
Fang Qingzhuo neither denied nor agreed. He hung up the phone, took out the heated food, tilted his head to look at the window, still playing the game of catching geese while waiting for him. Her bangs had grown longer and were swept to the sides. Her long hair was tied into two low braids. If you looked closely, you could see several smaller braids tied together with a black bow, making her look like a lop-eared rabbit.
He placed the heated sandwiches, rice balls, and oden on the table, and turned the high stool she was sitting on towards him: "Stop playing games and eat something first."
"Fang Qingzhuo, what was I asking just now?" The game was exited, but switched back to fortune-telling mode.
Somehow I have become obsessed with studying MBTI, constellations, and tarot cards recently. In addition, I am also very keen on helping him with testing.
"Just finished asking about my horoscope." He fed me a bunch of sweet and sour pork and asked, "What's the result?"
Luo Shu swallowed it all in one gulp: "You're a Scorpio. Your fortune will have some minor twists and turns this week, and you'll often find yourself in a tangled dilemma. Here comes the key point, but as long as you have a keen sense of foresight, you can rely on your sixth sense when faced with multiple-choice questions. And your lucky formula is blue elements and aquatic perfumes."
Hearing this, Fang Qingzhuo pinched her earlobe and scolded her softly, "Luo Shu, where did you listen to Mao Zedong Thought and Ma Yuan in college? It's so obvious, you're selling goods."
Luo Shu frowned: "What are you selling? I'm not joining the club or the group. I'm just sharing. Besides, I'm quite materialistic."
"Isn't it obvious enough? It's an aquatic perfume, and it comes in a blue bottle." He teased her.
Luo Shu argued: "But you won't lose weight if you try. Besides, do you think everyone is like you? It's always others who are wrong. If you don't waste your energy internally, you will waste others externally."
Fang Qingzhuo jokingly said, "Yes, existence is justified. After all, this industry is entirely dependent on you guys."
Ignoring his implicit meaning, Luo Shu pushed hard: "I have another set of questions here, do you want to take a test? It's super accurate."
Fang Qingzhuo saw through it and asked, "How much did you buy it for?"
"Are you annoying?" Luo Shu hit him.
Fang Qingzhuo couldn't stand it anymore and raised his hands in surrender: "Test, big test, special test."
Luo Shu then contentedly flipped through the question bank and cleared her throat to show her seriousness. "This is a multiple-choice question. Choose your favorite color from burgundy red, iris purple, and Tiffany blue."
"I don't like anything fancy." Fang Qingzhuo didn't even think about it.
"It's a multiple-choice question. You have to choose at least one." Luo Shu insisted.
He picked up the strawberry milk bottle and tilted his face, revealing a helpless look: "At least not. I wear black, white and gray all year round, so I really can't choose."
Following his words, Luo Shu looked down at his outfit today. He wore a pure black bomber with a denim shirt underneath, looking like a walking clothes rack. His long legs in cement-gray overalls were lazily bent and stretched out, with just three colors on his body. The cool base color matched his personality. He didn't have complicated accessories, but he had his own little clever idea - layering. It wasn't too hard-edged to look like a model, nor was it so ordinary that it could be compared to an NPC. After all, he looked handsome even without clothes. Never mind, she wouldn't lose her temper with him.
He compromised and said, "Then let's switch groups and have a quick question and answer session."
Fang Qingzhuo made an OK gesture.
"Island, wilderness, or jungle?"
"Island."
"If you were traveling alone to a deserted island and could only take one pet with you, what would you bring?"
"Dog." Fang Qingzhuo glanced at her intentionally or unintentionally and emphasized, "A puppy with a keen sense of smell."
"If you find a key on the ground on a deserted island, will you pick it up immediately?"
"meeting."
"You explored deeper and found a room. What's the condition of the door?"
"Close tightly."
"Then you entered the room and saw a table. You asked, 'What shape is the table?'
"A boxy square."
"Okay, there's a glass of water on the table. How much water do you want in it?"
“It’s about to come out.”
Luo Shu swallowed meaningfully.
"Suddenly, someone comes down from the sky and wants to take your pet away. Would you agree?"
"He would never agree even if you beat him to death."
"..." Luo Shu continued, "The last additional question is, please evaluate your first encounter with your current partner."
Fang Qingzhuo was in a playful mood and tilted his head to look at her: "Hey, where did we first meet..."
Before he could finish his words, his fist was thrust out: "Fang Qingzhuo, you dare to tell me you forgot."
"I don't dare." He admitted defeat and stuffed the strawberry milk he had taken a sip of into her mouth.
Luo Shu asked him: "Then where did you say it was?"
He answered fluently: "I picked up a bottle of Assam for you at the school supermarket, and you paid for my cigarettes."
"That's about right." Luo Shu drank happily, "Did you think I was very kind and nice at that time?"
Fang Qingzhuo seemed to be addicted to teasing her. He smiled at her meaningfully but did not answer.
Even though she knew he was doing it on purpose, Luo Shu still got emotional and turned the stool around to avoid looking at him: "If there's nothing, then there's nothing."
"Yes." Fang Qingzhuo put away his nonchalant attitude, pulled her chair back with his backhand, and looked at her, "She is indeed very beautiful."
Luo Shu's vanity was briefly satisfied, and she straightened her back. In the blink of an eye, she realized that something was missing. She was not nice, and immediately felt bad: "It seems that many girls have paid for you before me."
Fang Qingzhuo said confidently: "Isn't there any man who is eager to show his affection to you?"
She was speechless: "You haven't answered my question yet."
He said with a sigh, "When we first met, I felt like I had lost both the wife and the army."
Suddenly, a black shadow passed by the glass in front of them, and the shadow seemed to stay on Luo Shu for a while.
Therefore, Fang Qingzhuo deliberately gave him a warning. It was this moment of eye contact that made him feel like he was possessed.
"What's wrong?" Luo Shu asked in confusion, and following his special attention, she glanced at the passing figure.
Fang Qingzhuo quickly pressed down the curious and restless head: "It's okay, I'll go get a bottle to drink. You are not allowed to move around. Just stay where you are and wait for me to come back."
In front of the soda fountain, two men faced each other.
The man in the baseball cap was the first to greet him: "Azhu, long time no see. You're still the same."
Fang Qingzhuo had no expression on his face: "Why are you here?"
Gu Yang tilted his chin slightly, revealing a pair of cold black eyes from beneath his hat brim. "From what I hear, it seems like I'm not welcome here, but this school and this convenience store aren't owned by your family."
After saying that, he turned around and tried to open the freezer door, but when he opened it halfway he was blocked by a strong resistance.
Gu Yang raised his eyelids and glared at the arm that passed through him: "Why, are you going to use the bully trick against me, intimidate me or bribe me? It's a pity that I'm not as easy to fool as those people, but..."
He offered a suggestion with a forced smile, "You could just scold her and send her away like you did last time, thus ending our chance to meet. But right now, you two are so affectionate with each other, you probably wouldn't be willing to do that."
Fang Qingzhuo's expression was unprecedentedly gloomy: "What on earth do you want to do?"
"Don't you know what I want to do?"
Gu Yangke was so pleased with his jumping appearance that he asked for a bottle of water, patted him on the shoulder twice, and instructed him word by word, "See you at the shooting range tonight."
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