Chapter 89 I Want to See You Again
She was stunned. "What are you suddenly asking for books for? Aren't you going back to take a nap?"
"I'm not sleepy today," Su Xia waved back, "I've been skipping a lot of piano practice lately. I'm going to find a place to organize my notes. Don't bother me!"
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There are less than fifty days left until the college entrance examination.
The senior high school students who couldn't sleep during lunch break and were looking for a place to study sat in the reading room for most of the time, but few people returned their books.
Xu Jiqing sat at the table next to the gate, with the QR code scanner aside. Using a book to cover his face, he slid through the messages sent by Zhang Yue.
When she first came to Jiangcheng, Coach Hu made the connection and he immediately took her to see the best ENT doctor.
Xu Jiaojiao is still young, and considering the cost of nursing care before and after, the cost of a domestic cochlear implant starts at 200,000 yuan. If she were to replace it with a more comfortable imported cochlear implant, this figure would double.
Zhang Yue performed well in the Hua Luogeng Cup, which helped him promote a lot. He even didn't mind the buyout that had been agreed upon, and brought in a group of new students.
But this is just a daytime job after all.
Recently, convenience stores have been strictly checking ID cards and have cleared out a number of underage temporary workers like him, which has freed up Xu Jiqing's evenings.
He was not used to such leisure.
Xu Jiaojiao will begin preoperative evaluation at the end of the year. He doesn't believe that Xu Wenyao will behave himself after returning, and just wants to make more money during the summer vacation so that the girl's recovery process will go smoothly.
The red dot shows the new friend verification, and the note is "Zhang Yue's cousin".
After passing through, the other party did not beat around the bush and sent me a geolocation.
It was a high-end bar in the city center, with an average spending of over a thousand yuan per person.
A series of voice messages popped up, and Xu Jiqing clicked on them one by one to convert them to text.
[Hello, classmate Xu, I am Zhang Yue's cousin.]
Zhang Yue said you were in urgent need of money and wanted a night shift opportunity. I guess you're a straightforward person, so I'll cut to the chase and get straight to the point.
Summer is peak season for nightclubs, and the shop is short of everyone. We only look at faces. I've seen the photo of you winning an award on Zhang Yue's WeChat Moments, so it's no problem for you to come to my place.
Don't overthink it. We're a legitimate, large-scale restaurant that abides by the law. If you can't let go, you can just work as a waiter for one summer and then leave.
[Honestly, I know being a competition sparring partner is quite lucrative. The hourly wage at a nightclub is probably lower than your tutoring job, but not by much. From 2:00 to 4:00, the hourly wage doubles. There's a commission on the drinks, and all the tips are yours. It's up to you to decide where to put your ceiling.]
[I'll have someone get your identity information. Zhang Yue won't know about it, and it won't affect your normal life, so don't worry.]
After all, Zhang Yue is still a junior high school student. He is used to being protected by his family and doesn’t know the inside story of many things.
As he read through the messages one by one, Xu Jiqing could clearly see that not only was this unrelated to the restaurant Zhang Yue mentioned, it was most likely a place of entertainment with some shady business involved.
There is a lot of money.
But he didn't like it. Ever since Xu Wenyao became addicted to alcohol, he had aversion to alcohol.
Xu Jiqing was silent.
He paused for a long time, "Let me think about it."
Outside the four rows of tables, Su Xia sat quietly in the corner. There were several classic books that were overdue for more than half a year on the table. A math test paper was pressed under her elbow. Taking advantage of Xu Jiqing's lowered head, she held up her face and secretly looked at him.
Her mind was split in two.
Zuo Yi was wondering why he was frowning, and whether something happened at home again.
On the right was a videotape of her recent interactions with Xu Jiqing, starting with her going to the South City Night Market to find him. It played for a while, then stopped, replaying it over and over again.
Judging from the results, Xu Jiqing still seemed cold and indifferent. When he saw the building blocks on which she had spelled her name, he told her to take them down without hesitation.
It made her feel lost for a while and she almost couldn't sleep well.
But why did he ride his bike so far to find her, take her to eat wontons, and even say it was a "birthday present" after she won the competition?
She didn't save his life.
Can this be explained by a former deskmate and good friend?
Outside the library window, the cherry blossoms have fallen, and the bright green branches and leaves are swaying softly in the spring breeze.
Under the incandescent light, the boy's profile was cold and handsome.
He was a man of many thoughts, but more resilient than anyone she had ever met, walking alone towards a tomorrow whose path was completely unclear.
Su Xia looked at him in a daze for a long time.
Half of it is the girl's pink bubble of thoughts, and the other half is the guilt of not being able to help.
She really wanted to be someone he could rely on.
Before the bell for lunch break rang, most of the senior high school students around her had already left. When Xu Jiqing came over to clear the room and push the chairs, Su Xia realized that she was the only one left in the entire reading room.
Without waiting for him to urge her, she put the pen back in place and hurriedly packed up her things, "I'll be right there!"
Xu Jiqing didn't say anything.
He just walked over and picked up the books on her desk, "Do you want to return these?"
Under the white light, the left hand was slender, powerful and beautiful.
Su Xia was stunned for two seconds before she came back to her senses. She met those light brown eyes, and the tips of her ears felt hot. "...No."
She shook her head vigorously, "I, I want to take another look."
I want to see you again.
Even if I can't do anything.
But I have known you for so long, and the time I have liked you seems to be far longer than I imagined.
As long as you are around, I will feel happy and at ease.
It's my instinct to be with you.
The reading room was very quiet, with only the fluttering of curtains and the light rustling of branches and leaves.
The girl's round ears were soft and covered with a layer of cute fluff. They were originally small peaches, but were turned into cherries by his lingering gaze.
Xu Jiqing looked away and turned away.
The shadows of the trees outside the window change from light green to dark green, and the sound of cicadas gradually rises.
Until the last day before the holiday, Su Xia sat closer and closer to the front, always holding the copy of "War and Peace" in his arms and placing it on the table, and he never missed the lunch break every day.
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The cello national finals are in August.
As soon as the summer vacation began, Su Xia began to live the same ascetic life as during the winter vacation, except that he went to KFC more frequently.
Without Su Lijun's blind orders in this life, Su Xiaojuan made a fortune from land speculation. She was not in a hurry to build a new building, but focused on transforming into a luxury goods OEM business.
A group of professional managers were hired, and several small factories on the outskirts of the south city were first purchased as a transition, preparing for a big move.
At the beginning of July, the first batch of export goods was successfully cleared through customs. Su Xiaojuan was in a good mood. During breakfast, she mentioned that she was going to treat the female workers in the workshop to a meal.
Su Xia put down the bowl and asked tentatively in a low voice, "Do you want to have a feast or a regular cafeteria meal?"
"If it's not too crowded, you can order from my classmate's fried noodle stall. Their fried noodles are authentic, fragrant and have a wok-like aroma. You can't find such a flavor locally."
Su Xiaojuan was stunned, and it took her a while to realize who this classmate was referring to.
"Why did I hear from my friend who manages the night market that his place has been closed for a while?"
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