Chapter 7 Where's the Fruit Candy? Don't I still owe you a meal? ...
"Want to add more?"
Fang Qingzhuo patiently lit up the QR code on the screen for the third time and pressed the issue.
The boy who asked for WeChat was stunned for a moment. He looked at the senior who suddenly intervened, then looked at the beautiful senior. He seemed to realize something and stammered, "No... I dare not."
The companions behind him seemed to feel embarrassed, and they kept bowing and apologizing while dragging the boy away.
When Fang Qingzhuo, this giant Buddha, appeared, the old members of the student union all stood up, stopped cracking sunflower seeds, stopped being lazy and stealing, and saluted respectfully. Cheng Xinyu was even more trembling with fear: "Why are you here?"
Fang Qingzhuo, who was asked the same question twice today, felt unhappy and asked back without a good face: "I can't come?"
Cheng Xinyu, who was so arrogant just a second ago, was like a deflated ball when she met Fang Qingzhuo: "You misunderstood, that's not what I meant."
Although Fang Qingzhuo has not participated in the work of the Student Union for two years and this is the embarrassing point, he has not voluntarily withdrawn from the union and no one has dared to mention it, but dealing with him inevitably gives people a sense of oppression that can only be understood but not described, crushing their already fragile nerves.
Fang Qingzhuo brushed past the mess of fruit peels and paper scraps she had swept up on the floor, leaned against the edge of the table with his arms crossed, and chuckled, "Is this how Duan Ran taught you?"
Cheng Xinyu wanted to explain, but Fang Qingzhuo cut her off with a ruthless smile, "Think about it first."
As a candidate for the next provisional chairman, Cheng Xinyu is used to being arrogant. During the days when Duan Ran was away, there was no tiger in the mountain, so she, the monkey, was the king. Now her humble appearance is inexplicably pleasing to the people.
Fang Qingzhuo tapped the knuckle of his index finger a few times on the side of a stack of flyers, his meaning clear.
Cheng Xinyu didn't dare to refuse, so she timidly picked up the flyers. Others also started to move, some picking up the things and some shouting.
Luo Shu was still wondering why everyone was confused about who was the main and who was the deputy. When Fang Qingzhuo was clearly more respectful than Duan Ran, Fang Qingzhuo walked up to her with a flyer and said, "We're in pairs. Follow closely."
At that time, Luo Shu didn't understand the meaning of "follow closely" until she followed Fang Qingzhuo along the busiest Muslim cafeteria, stopping and passing out gifts. She was still in the freshman orientation department, and in the blink of an eye, Fang Qingzhuo had left her far behind. Luo Shu trotted to catch up, panting and respectfully calling out to him, "Senior, you're done giving out gifts. Can I go home now?"
Fang Qingzhuo raised his eyelids and glared at her: "Where are you going? Don't I still owe you a meal?"
Does he still remember?
The shoulder bag slipped off her shoulder. Luo Shu calmed her breath and pulled up the shoulder strap of the bag: "Just take it as a joke. Besides, you remembered it wrong. I said a cup of milk tea."
During this time, a location was sent to him by Guan Siqi on WeChat. Fang Qingzhuo was busy studying the location displayed, and his tone was inevitably stiff: "If I remember correctly, I will calculate the interest."
Obviously Luo Shu didn't hear the perfunctory tone in his words. Seeing that he had not forgotten the agreement, the corners of her mouth slowly rose, and excitement unconsciously climbed up her eyebrows.
Fang Qingzhuo looked at her calmly with his eyes downcast. From his perspective, Luo Shu seemed too easy to bully. He asked, "Can we have hot pot?"
Luo Shu raised her face and smiled brightly at him, revealing her neat teeth: "Okay."
Easier to bully, Fang Qingzhuo thought unscrupulously.
On the surface, he showed no major emotional fluctuations. He raised his left eyebrow slightly and looked away. He fiddled with his phone for a few seconds with his thumb before putting it back in his pocket. "Let's go."
Outside the school is the university town. There are all kinds of food, drink and entertainment facilities on the straight street. The hot pot restaurant that Fang Qingzhuo brought Luo Shu to seemed to have just opened. There was a red carpet at the door and it was filled with flower baskets and opening ceremony banners.
The business was packed, probably due to an event. After taking a number, the two of them sat on the plastic stools at the door in silence. In contrast, the diners who came later were chatting happily about the weather, the taste of the hot pot, the discounts, and the handsome boss.
Listening to other people's gossip, Luo Shu secretly glanced at Fang Qingzhuo's face. From a close distance, the small mole at the end of his eye was particularly clear. More importantly, there were no dark circles under his eyes, and it was obvious that he was a good baby with a regular lifestyle.
As I was distracted, my inner thoughts came out: "Don't you ever stay up late?"
"What?" Fang Qingzhuo asked, as if he didn't hear clearly.
"Nothing." Luo Shu suddenly felt a burning sensation in her ears. Feeling embarrassed, she lowered her head to count the ants living in the cracks in the floor tiles to divert her attention. As she counted, she was thinking about how to break the deadlock. She remembered that there was a can of Jiayun fruit candy in her bag, so she took it out, opened the lid, and raised it in front of Fang Qingzhuo with both hands as if she was presenting a treasure.
"Candy?"
Fang Qingzhuo was replying to Guan Siqi's bombardment message when a palm-sized jar of mixed-flavor candies coated in white frosting replaced the text in his field of vision. He tilted his head suspiciously and met her eyes. For once, he, who didn't eat candy, didn't refuse: "Which flavor is good?"
Luo Shu blinked and pointed at the yellow candies, recommending them highly: "The orange flavored ones are delicious."
Fang Qingzhuo very politely picked up a yellow candy and put it in his mouth. It was a little sour, so sour that he couldn't help but squint his eyes and frown slightly.
In that second, Luo Shu's heart was completely opened, as if she was closer to him. The words that were stuck in her throat poured out like water from a faucet: "Thank you for helping me out, and for your teaching just now. No, the way you instructed me was very clear about the distinction between public and private. I agree that you didn't recognize me."
Fang Qingzhuo's expression had returned to normal: "Which time are you talking about?"
Luo Shu was stunned for a moment and thought to herself, does this mean he recognized her last night?
After a moment of silence, Fang Qingzhuo seemed to have heard some noise and turned his head to look away. The setting sun shone obliquely from behind him, making him look very dazzling.
Luo Shu followed quietly and found that on the side of the road not far away, a group of people were waving and calling him "Brother".
When they got closer, Luo Shu discovered that one of them was holding a two-layer cake in his hand, and it seemed that he was going to celebrate his birthday.
At the same time, the boys also noticed Luo Shu sitting with Fang Qingzhuo. The excitement on their brows disappeared on the spot, and was replaced by surprise. Then they all looked at the only girl in the team at the same time.
Following their line of sight, Luo Shu realized that the girls had also been looking at her. Their glances were brief and very meaningful.
Based on a woman's sixth sense, Luo Shu was 100% sure that she liked Fang Qingzhuo.
The air was still for a long time, and everything around was in slow motion: the hustle and bustle of the street, the noise of the hot pot restaurant, the intricate eye contact and the bitten orange-flavored candy.
Finally, the guy with a buzz cut carrying a cake stepped forward and broke the ice: "Brother Zhuo, what a coincidence, meeting you here, you're out for dinner too."
Fang Qingzhuo hummed, glanced at the cake and said leisurely, "Is anyone having a birthday?"
The man with a crew cut: "He's a classmate."
The girl spoke up: "Want to go together? We're all from the Computer Science Department."
It's embarrassing to blatantly snatch someone away, and it's hard to say where Luo Shu will be.
The guy with a crew cut scratched his head and secretly tugged at the girl's clothes to remind her not to cross the line.
"No." Fang Qingzhuo rejected the invitation outright.
The girl's eyes, filled with hidden affection, darkened, but she still tried to fight back: "They are all classmates from the Computer Science Department, they also want to get to know you..."
"We're almost there." Fang Qingzhuo interrupted.
The girl was unwilling and didn't dare to express her feelings directly. She felt ashamed and trembling. She glanced at Luo Shu and ran away like lightning, leaving her friends behind.
Seeing this, everyone said goodbye to Fang Qingzhuo apologetically and left one after another.
The atmosphere was strange and silent, and Luo Shu seemed to remember something: "By the way, did you leave a lighter behind that day?"
Fang Qingzhuo turned his head and asked, "Did you pick it up?"
The tone of voice made it difficult to discern the emotions, neither the joy of having lost something found nor the relief.
"Yeah, at the cash register."
It was a Dupont kerosene lighter. Although it was a well-known brand even for non-smokers like her, the joint series was a limited edition that was no longer on sale, and it ranked first on the list of gifts for boyfriends on Valentine's Day.
Luo Shu poked secretly and tested, "It doesn't look cheap, it must be very important to you, right?"
Is it important?
Fang Qingzhuo smiled but said nothing. He had tricked Lin Su into buying it with the tutoring fees he earned in the Fang family for a month. In a sense, it was his first trophy.
He looked at Luo Shu's pretty face. Guan Siqi praised her highly, Gu Yang was bewitched by her, and Duan Ran pursued her relentlessly. Even the men passing by in just five minutes couldn't help but steal glances at her from time to time. If he hadn't been sitting next to her, those who wanted to chat her up and ask for her contact information would have been eager to try.
When he first saw Luo Shu in the supermarket, he hadn't thought she was stunningly beautiful. She was pretty, with a recognizable beauty. She didn't have the all-too-popular internet celebrity look, and she didn't have exaggerated eyeshadow, eyeliner, or eyelashes. She was in line with the general Asian aesthetic. But in their circle, they were used to seeing high-quality opposite-sex people of all ages, so Luo Shu was at most pleasing to him.
But others don't think so. The young couple had a quarrel because of her. The reason was that since she stepped into the supermarket, the boy's eyes had been fixed on her slender and straight legs. The real girlfriend was unhappy, so she bumped into someone from behind.
Now it seems to make sense. Some people's beauty is like delicate porcelain lying in a glass cover, which becomes boring after a few glances. Some people's beauty is more attractive when they are naked than with clothes. Some people's beauty is like the poison of oleander, which is a bit aggressive and requires some pain to pick.
She was an exception, the kind of woman who, separated by a barrier of distance, could be seen but not touched, giving the impression that she could be possessed with effort. This alone whetted the appetite. Beneath her hard-to-reach appearance, she unexpectedly possessed a pair of expressive eyes. Whether it was habit or so-called etiquette, she always liked to stare at others while they spoke, satisfying a man's unwarranted ego to a certain extent.
Fang Qingzhuo finally stopped at her shiny black pupils and said word by word, "It's not important."
Anyway, he has found a new lighter.
They were both silent for about ten seconds, and then the hot pot restaurant staff called out a number outside: "Number 259."
Luo Shu glanced at the number in Fang Qingzhuo's hand and smiled: "It's our turn."
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