But after checking online, I realized that I had oversimplified things.
Netizen A said: [Giving food to girls is the most troublesome thing! When they're on a diet, they don't eat sweet, spicy, or oily foods, but when they're in a bad mood, they crave sweet, spicy, or oily foods! If you don't understand her feelings, whatever you give her will be wrong!]
Netizen B asked: [If the other person simply says "whatever," how would you respond?]
Netizen C said: "Just give her the money as a cash gift, and let her buy whatever she wants."
Netizen D said: [I suggest finding a rich woman; that way, she'll be the one to worry about buying gifts.]
Netizen E...
As a result, everyone was so caught up in the dilemma that they were practically tearing others apart.
Later, he had to ask his friends who had been in relationships for advice, and they immediately gave him some suggestions.
"It's very simple. If you don't know which one to choose, just buy more. You can't go wrong by buying more, and you can choose whichever one the other person wants to eat."
Zhou Ziyu suddenly realized something, and then got up early in the morning, even skipping the taxi.
I ran straight to the business school, and didn't forget to raid the breakfast shops on the street.
He bought two kinds of meat buns: one with soup and one without.
Worried that the awful weather would make his breakfast cool down quickly, he sped up his run, but he still hadn't seen Jiang Wan.
Could it be that the other person doesn't have class in the morning?
Before he could think any further, Zhao Lun called on WeChat: "Brother Zhou, where are you?! You skipped morning exercises, fine, but now it's almost time for roll call, where are you?"
"I'm still out and can't get back right now, so please answer the roll call for me."
"But……"
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Ziyu hung up the phone, and the coach arrived just then.
Before he could even react, the coach spoke up: "Now, let's start calling out names, Zhou Ziyu."
"arrive!"
Um?
The coach frowned slightly. Something didn't seem right about the voice. It sounded like a weakling.
Unsure, he called it again.
Despite his inner hesitation, Zhao Lun reluctantly agreed.
The next second, he felt a solid kick to his butt, and then he flew out of the air.
"Go to hell!" the coach glared at him. "Your name is Zhou Ziyu!?"
Zhao Lun, who had fallen to the ground, still clutched his backside, which was throbbing with pain, and stammered, "I...I..."
"What do you mean, 'what about me'?!"
The coach's eyes were practically spitting fire: "You think this is fun?! Get over there and do 200 push-ups!"
Zhao Lun immediately begged for forgiveness: "Coach, I was wrong!"
"300!"
"Waaah..."
"If you call again, there will be 400!"
Zhao Lun was on the verge of tears; he wished he had just kicked him to death!
[PS: Thank you for the gift!]
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