Chapter 25 My Stars
He deliberately didn't give way.
Just waiting for Su Xia to pretend not to look at the road and bump into him, just like countless times before, smiling at him with a red face.
But what he didn't expect was that the girl had already changed her path several meters away and ran straight up the stairs.
She didn't even look up.
The curve of Zhou Zhiyan's lips froze.
His expression changed, but he suppressed the urge to turn around.
The boy next to her found it amusing and whistled lazily, "Princess, where did you learn this new trick? Playing hard to get?"
"Brother Yan, you might not know this, but she passed by our classroom door several times this morning before you even arrived. She must have gotten mad at you because she didn't see you, so she left in a rage and quickly."
"Really?" Zhou Zhiyan responded casually.
"Well, what else?" the boy tossed the ball nonchalantly and caught it with one hand. "Or maybe she's trying to use the birthday party to force her way out of the palace. I mean, she hasn't even taken the throne yet. You've already coaxed her, what else does she want?"
"If you're really worried, just check her WeChat status. That little chubby girl is so funny, like a barometer. Change your signature every time you see her."
He grinned, put his arm around the other boy's neck, squinted his eyes and recalled for a while, "I almost forgot what Brother Yan's birthday was like."
"Happy birthday, my star."
"Yes, yes, yes! The background looks like the constellation map from the day Brother Yan was born. Damn, I'm so jealous."
He got goosebumps all over his body and urged Zhou Zhiyan to check his phone. "This isn't some late-night emo singles love song, is it? Please let me take a look, I'm so curious."
"Go away, it's none of your business."
Zhou Zhiyan used his elbow to push the person away, but he felt much more relaxed, with even a hint of a smile on his lips.
He opened the chat window with Su Xia. The messages she sent were from a few weeks ago, and they were all harmless and coquettish.
Ask him what he wants for his birthday.
Do you want mango or grape as the filling for the cake?
Could she sit next to him then, could she wear this skirt?
Followed by a girl taking a selfie in front of the mirror.
She was showing the skirt that was bought specially for his birthday. Her face was turned slightly to the side, revealing a cute dimple.
It is white and soft, like a jasmine bud.
Sometimes he thinks Su Xia is pretty.
But perhaps it was because of that inexplicable vanity that he was unwilling to admit it, and even more unwilling to let others find out.
Even the last words he replied seemed awkward:
There are friends sitting next to me, and light-colored clothes make me look fat.
Being used to being flattered, Zhou Zhiyan is not good at giving in, let alone bending over to coax people. Giving snacks and milk tea to girls is already his limit.
Su Xia no longer pestered him like before, and he felt a little empty inside, but in the end he didn't send any messages.
The people around him were still urging him, so he raised his phone and clicked on the girl's profile picture.
The barometer is still the same barometer, but it has changed as expected.
Su Xia's status changed from "looking forward to" to "struggling".
The background picture is no longer the star picture, but a selfie with a short-haired girl.
In the art building's piano room, two girls sat side by side on the piano bench, their fingers forming little tree branches, their smiles bright and radiant. He couldn't remember the other girl's name, but he had a vague impression of her, like she was sitting in the corner of the orchestra, quietly playing the triangle.
The new signature has nothing to do with him:
[Work hard for 100 days, I want to join the provincial team! ]
"How's it going, Brother Yan? Where did you get that sneak shot of you playing basketball? Or did you copy some literary lyrics to seal your heart and lock your love?"
The boy behind him was peeking in, but Zhou Zhiyan didn't want to pay attention to him.
His Adam's apple moved, and the veins on the back of his hand resting on the screen were slightly visible. Before he wanted to lock the screen in annoyance, he somehow sent a period to the other party.
A red exclamation mark quickly lit up before the bubble box.
I sent several question marks in a row, and the same situation occurred.
Zhou Zhiyan's face looked extremely ugly.
No matter how absurd he thought it was, he had to admit:
That Su Xia who always chases after him,
I don't know when I blocked him.
-
Zhou Zhiyan was feeling irritable and not concentrating on playing the ball, so he retired early.
The family car is parked outside the school gate.
A secretary in a black jacket came down to open the door. The back door opened and my mother Li Shulan was already sitting inside waiting.
The woman was wearing a fitted suit and a jeweled brooch, giving her an imposing presence. Her gaze was also slightly majestic. "I'm canceling your piano lessons. You don't have to go anymore."
Zhou Zhiyan paused when he heard this, and didn't say much, just nodded.
He sat down next to the woman, took some water from the small refrigerator, and drank half of it.
Li Shulan continued, "You shouldn't have much competition at No. 1 Middle School for the nominations to join the provincial symphony orchestra in a while. This is a stepping stone to a key university, so you don't need to worry about it anymore."
"I have an appointment with Aunt Yang to play golf in a couple of days. Her daughter will be there too. You can come with us then."
Zhou Zhiyan screwed the cap back on the bottle and replied with his head lowered, "Got it."
His perfunctory tone was obvious.
"Why," Li Shulan raised her eyebrows, "are you serious about that little girl from the Su family? Do you feel that you are letting her down?"
"No."
Li Shulan was an experienced person, so how could she not understand his current expression? She scoffed, "How many more times do I need to tell you?"
"If you want to pursue a career in government and climb the social ladder, you can't just hang yourself on a tree."
"The Su family made their fortune from the clothing business, and their good fortune is only temporary. Her mother comes from a single-parent family, so no matter how arrogant she is, she can't show it to the public. If anyone tells others about it, they will laugh at her."
She looked at her son's handsome face and said, "You are still young and easily blinded by the impulse of the moment. That fat girl can be a support, but it would be degrading to chase after her."
Zhou Zhiyan felt a lump in his throat and curled his lips.
He wanted to say something else, but Li Shulan patted his shoulder and suppressed his words.
"Think about it carefully."
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The National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival are consecutive holidays, a total of eight days.
On the first day of the holiday, Su Xia woke up early at 7 o'clock and rode her bike in the living room for an hour.
Her experience from her previous life told her that baby fat cannot be lost and will disappear automatically after a few years.
Even if she starved herself until her legs became weak, in the eyes of others, she would only become fatter than slightly overweight, which was not worth it.
After being reborn, she no longer had the obsession to become the heroine of a youth pain film, but she felt that her current body was a little weak. She would start panting after running a little, and it was really not durable.
Su Xia has a new goal:
Eat well, sleep well, have no menstrual pain and stay healthy.
She was quite greedy and prayed silently in her heart that it would be great if she could grow a few centimeters taller than in her previous life.
Every centimeter has its own momentum. There are too many annoying boys in school, and it is difficult to relieve the hatred in my heart without taking action.
After taking a shower and still drying my hair, I received a new message on my spare phone.
It’s Zhao Siyu from Class 10.
[Xia Xia, Zhou Zhiyan went to Lan Lake to play golf on the 2nd. His mother should be there too.]
[This is the appointment information given by my friend, guaranteed to be authentic.]
The "Input in Progress" sign on the opposite side flashed.
Su Xia replied, "Oh."
Zhao Siyu: [Hehe.]
[Xia Xia, when you go, could you please help us settle the bill for the drinks we paid for last time?]
[There are only four of us, Jiang He and I. It's not a big deal.]
Intelligence in one hand, money in the other.
This was their old tradition.
It is natural for friends to help each other. Why should we settle accounts so clearly?
However, after seeing how these girls were indifferent to the media later, no matter how much Su Xia silently remembered that she was ignorant when she was a child, she still found it difficult to empathize with her former self.
What if she donated the money?
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