Chapter 9 Easy Girl Looking for a girlfriend for a long time, but...
A full week had passed since the hotpot party that night, and Luo Shu hadn't mentioned anything about the follow-up, nor had Fang Qingzhuo.
As soon as Gu Yang had his plaster removed, he rushed back to school. That crazy Thursday, Fang Qingzhuo and Guan Siqi specially hosted a welcome dinner for Gu Yang at KFC, implying that he would get up again after being hit.
When one is well fed and warm, lust springs to mind. Guan Siqi was leaning against the window admiring a passing beauty. Suddenly, he became excited and pushed Fang Qingzhuo, who was fiddling with his Coke straw beside him. His eyes were fixed on a tall figure: "Beautiful woman or a killer back figure? Wanna bet?"
Fang Qingzhuo wasn't interested in beautiful women, nor did he enjoy betting, but he instinctively glanced out the window, unable to move his gaze for a split second. From his perspective, the person was clearly Luo Shu. He glanced at the oblivious Gu Yang, then kicked Guan Siqi, who was blinded. "Open your titanium eyes wide and take a closer look at who that is."
Guan Siqi rubbed his eyes and exclaimed, "Luo Shu?"
Gu Yang raised his eyelids at the sound.
Three gazes with different emotional colors intersected and converged into one, which was Luo Shu walking alone with a packing box back to the dormitory.
Guan Siqi's ill intentions were obvious, and Gu Yang made no effort to hide the stormy expression on his face.
Fang Qingzhuo stared at everything happening in front of him coldly and casually, drinking his Coke leisurely.
Back in the dormitory, Luo Shu had barely taken two bites of the rice noodles when a WeChat notification popped up on the phone playing the variety show on the stand.
She clicked on it and saw it was Fang Qingzhuo, whom she had added on WeChat when they were waiting in line at the hot pot restaurant.
【When are you free? 】
A naughty expression popped up at the back.
The half-scooped rice noodles with chopsticks were slid into a disposable plastic box.
Half a minute later, another message popped up: [My lighter is with you.]
In just a dozen seconds, Luo Shu experienced the immersive feeling of riding a roller coaster.
The two separate messages seemed to remind Luo Shu that she was not looking for her on purpose, but that she made an exception and thought of her for the lighter.
"Today is a good day, everything you want will come true!"
Gu Jiaqian hummed a little tune as she returned from the supermarket. She carried a large shopping bag and glanced at the watery rice noodles on Luo Shu's table. "How long have you been a vegetarian? Aren't you feeling any better?"
"Much better." Luo Shu leaned back, her fingers deleting and rewriting on the keyboard, worried that her words were too cold or too enthusiastic. Finally, she sent a "Yes, tomorrow afternoon."
"I told you to eat spicy food during your period, and see if you dare to do it again." Gu Jiaqian put down her shopping bags and recalled, "I was so scared when I got your call that night. I thought something had happened."
After picking out a few snacks, he glanced at the girl who was addicted to the internet and sighed, "Stop playing with your phone. The rice noodles are getting cold."
Luo Shu evaded the question with a "yes, yes, yes" and opened the drawer. In the middle of the neatly arranged drawer lay a striking silver lighter.
Gu Jiaqian, who was delivering chocolates, happened to catch them red-handed: "Luo Shu, you're not a good person. When did you buy a lighter?"
Luo Shu slapped away her eagerly stretched out claws: "It's not mine, you have to give it back."
Gu Jiaqian sensed something unusual: "Boy?"
At this moment, Hou Sisi pushed the door open carrying a bucket of clothes, interrupting her questioning. Gu Jiaqian raised her eyebrows and greeted her, "Sisi, I left some snacks on your table."
Hou Sisi politely said "thank you" and walked lightly to the wardrobe to find an empty clothes hanger to hang clothes. She caught a glimpse of the Spicy Prince on the table, hesitated for a moment, and shifted her gaze to the playful scene on the other side. In the corner of Luo Shu's desk, there was a bar of Ferrero chocolate.
The next afternoon was sunny and Fang Qingzhuo sent the real-time location on time, but something went wrong on Luo Shu's side and her lighter was lost.
Gu Jiaqian lay on her side in bed, looking down at her as she rummaged through boxes and drawers, determined to overturn the entire dormitory. She couldn't help but burst into song: "There are always people in this world busy searching for treasure."
Luo Shu slumped on the bench like a wilted eggplant: "You're still making sarcastic remarks and singing sarcastic songs."
"The bookshelf, the laundry basket, the clothes pockets," Gu Jiaqian said as she struggled to get out of bed. "And under the bed. I found your ID card under the bed last time."
Luo Shu: "I've looked everywhere, but nothing."
Gu Jiaqian: "When was the last time you saw it?"
Luo Shu: "Weren't you there yesterday?"
"Yesterday, in the dormitory, there was an unlocked drawer." Gu Jiaqian grasped the key information, and Conan adjusted his glasses as if possessed. "Could it be that our dormitory was robbed?"
There was no point in saying more. Luo Shu took the time to turn on the screen of her mobile phone. Seeing that the time agreed upon with Fang Qingzhuo was approaching, she simply obeyed her fate, quickly cleaned up the mess and hurried out the door.
When they arrived at the open-air basketball court outside the school, Luo Shu saw Fang Qingzhuo at a glance through the fence. He was not particularly outstanding because he was the only one not wearing a jersey. He was sitting alone on the sidelines and had no intention of playing. He was slightly hunched over, with his elbows on his knees, his left hand supporting his chin, and he was staring lazily at the game.
Suddenly, a basketball flew onto the court. Fang Qingzhuo quickly raised his free right hand and easily caught it with his palm. With a slight force on his wrist, he threw it back the same way. The muscle lines of his arm deepened with the movement. The whole process can be described as a piece of cake.
Luo Shu observed that his expression did not change from beginning to end.
Without saying or doing anything, she easily let out an inexplicable surge of emotions. What she couldn't explain was her feelings for Qingzhuo, and she secretly hid the idea of getting close to him and joined the student union. What she couldn't explain was that she had never thought of showing any substantial performance, even though she had a good opportunity when she helped him out in the supermarket.
But now, she figured it out.
Just as he was about to go in to meet him, Fang Qingzhuo stood up and answered a phone call, then walked out of another door without looking back.
Luo Shu was stunned and remained in a daze for a long time. Then she looked back and forth between the figure who left without saying goodbye and the time. She was not late!
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A private membership golf club in the suburbs.
On the teeing area of the par-3 No. 6 hole, Fang Jueshan used a standard swing posture, and the white ball drew a parabola in the air and hit the green directly for a hole-in-one.
Pang Yong, who was traveling with the team, clapped his hands and cheered after watching the goal from a distance: "Good shot."
It was a rare hole-in-one. Compared with the excitement and flattery of others, Fang Qingzhuo remained calm. His purpose in coming to this kind of business meeting was nothing more than to go along with the occasion and serve as a foil.
"I feel pretty good today." Fang Jueshan raised his lips slightly and told his assistant to go down and give the rewards.
Pang Yong smiled flatteringly: "People are in high spirits when they are happy. Mr. Fang is about to have good news. It's really a double blessing."
Fang Jueshan pretended to be confused even though he knew the truth: "Shuangxi? Why does Mr. Pang say that?"
Pang Yong took off his gloves and was handed a bottle of water. He unscrewed the cap and said, "Ah, anyone with internet access can open their phone and see all the good news about our CEO Fang. Yike Real Estate recently announced the launch of its fifth product line, Yifang Resort Hotel. Don't forget to look after me, your old bro, when the time comes."
Fang Jueshan raised his golf club and a caddy immediately brought him a golf bag.
"Boss Pang, you're joking. This is not a good thing at all."
He raised the brim of his hat and deliberately glanced in his son's direction. "It's true that Yike is planning to develop a resort hotel, but those online reports are pure nonsense."
Pang Yong didn't flatter the right person, so he touched his nose awkwardly and laughed dryly. Following Fang Jueshan's gaze, he turned the topic back to Fang Qingzhuo: "It's been a few years since we last met. Qingzhuo has grown so much taller now. He's quite like Mr. Fang back then. Have you graduated yet?"
One second ago, Fang Qingzhuo was still pondering the hidden meaning behind Fang Jueshan's "random report", and the next second he reacted very quickly and replied, "Soon."
Now Pang Yong finally caught the horse's butt, and kept praising that a tiger father will have a dog son, and that the father and son will fight together in the future.
Fang Jueshan changed a few golf clubs and weighed them in his hands: "He is still young. He was quarreling with me not long ago."
Mr. Pang smiled apologetically and said, "My Jingyu is the one, just like a little kid." Then he called over his beloved daughter standing beside him, "This is Qingzhuo, you two met when you were little."
Fang Qingzhuo had no idea whether they had met before or not. He just nodded politely as a greeting. He was neither very enthusiastic nor very cold, and there was nothing wrong with him.
After staring at Fang Qingzhuo naked for a moment, Pang Jingyu hugged her father's arm and said coquettishly in her authentic British accent, "Daddy, I'm worn out."
Pang Yong tsk-tsks, and though he's criticizing, his tone is affectionate: "Didn't we agree that we'll speak Mandarin when we return home?"
Fang Jueshan called for the golf cart: "Alright, Mr. Pang, let's play again and let the kids be alone for a while?"
Pang Yong was naturally happy.
In the lounge area of the club, Pang Jingyu was stirring the afternoon tea that was brought to her with a coffee spoon, and her inquisitive eyes fell unconcealedly on Fang Qingzhuo's good looks. His facial features in stillness were so natural that they did not seem like anything made on earth, just like the mysterious and unsophisticated myths and legends.
It reminds me of a very clichéd poem: Sir, you should only see the painting, but I alone understand the essence of it.
As if sensing the gazes of others evaluating merchandise, Fang Qingzhuo glanced sideways and looked back.
After the two of them stared at each other, Pang Jingyu smiled, really unwilling to give in.
The rhythm of his form and spirit is unique. It is not the traditional white-cut-black or black-cut-white. To put it bluntly, he is not a law-abiding person. Although he behaves inappropriately, he conforms to all rules and there is no flaw to find. In fact, he has a bad heart and gives people the feeling that he is looking for a long-term girlfriend, but not a long-term girlfriend.
This was the type she liked to conquer, and some inappropriate images for children came to her mind. She swallowed the standard opening line of "Do you have a girlfriend?" with her coffee. Anyway, she didn't really care about the answer.
Putting down the cup, he boldly observed through his knee-length shorts. His thighs were generously exposed. It was not difficult to imagine how independent he was. His smile became more and more exaggerated: "Uncle Fang said you were still small just now, but I think you are quite big."
Being teased by a woman without any preparation, Fang Qingzhuo remained calm and said, "It's the same. I don't think you are a child at all."
Pang Jingyu became interested: "Oh, what is that?"
“easy girl.”
Pang Jingyu didn't get annoyed, and continued to talk without restraint: "You have such a good figure, you can do push-ups at night and continue until dawn."
"I don't have the habit of staying up late." Fang Qingzhuo's gaze drifted back to the blue sky and green grass outside the practice field, and he returned slowly.
Pang Jingyu: "You don't like golf?"
Fang Qingzhuo: "I don't like it."
"I don't like it either." Pang Jingyu picked up a strand of hair and twirled it around her fingers. "So what sports do you like to play?"
"Guess?" He turned his head and asked, and the small piece of silver zipper head on the collar swayed.
Pang Jingyu: "Equestrianism?"
He said nothing.
"Tennis?" Pang Jingyu guessed again.
Fang Qingzhuo: "Shooting target practice."
"Do you think I'm suitable for shooting?" she invited.
Fang Qingzhuo thought, what a pity that Pang Jingyu met him today instead of Guan Siqi. He raised his arm, exposing only his thumb, index finger, and middle finger, closed one eye, and pointed it at her like a gun.
In an instant, Pang Jingyu felt as if his heart had been severely sniped.
"You're suitable..." Fang Qingzhuo pretended to pull the trigger, raised his index finger, and "bang," slowly moving his lips, "to be a human target."
After witnessing Pang Jingyu's complete change of expression and their unhappy parting, Fang Qingzhuo's face lit up with a smug smile, finally remembering the itinerary he'd missed. He found his phone and opened Luo Shu's chat box. There was no accusation, no message. His finger swiped up the screen, and the short chat history suddenly flipped to the top. The first message was from that Guan Siqi.
Feeling guilty for standing someone up, I clicked into her Moments, and all her statuses were visible. The content was mostly related to her major, and the remaining small part was various photos he took of his daily life, field trips, and landscape photos.
After turning off the screen and laying it on the table, Fang Qingzhuo closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and stretched his neck. A short, very light laugh escaped from his throat, and he looked playful and uninhibited: "Things are starting to get interesting."
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