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"Ding-dong."
"Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon! The aircraft has now reached cruising altitude. For your safety, please fasten your seatbelts while you are in your seats..."
The warm lights inside the cabin gradually came on. After more than half an hour of takeoff, as always, the aircraft smoothly ascended to its cruising altitude.
The engine roared and hummed, but it wasn't noisy. Zhu Shiyi had long since fallen asleep in the white noise.
The shopping cart rumbled and rustled across the floor. Zhu Shiyi smacked her lips; delicious food was right in front of her—she was about to eat such a large lobster!
Like a wooden stake striking the floor, the crisp sound shattered the dream. The flight attendant's high heels jingled: "Sir, Madam, what would you like to drink? Coffee, Coke, Sprite, mineral water, apple juice?"
Zhu Shiyi was pulled back to reality, and the HIFI headphone cord hanging on her ears slipped off. In her mind, she was still reminiscing about that big-breasted dragon.
She tried her best to think about it, but she still couldn't imagine the taste—because she had never eaten it.
I'm so hungry.
Zhu Shiyi swallowed hard, adjusted her headphones, straightened her back slightly, and looked towards the flight attendant serving drinks. The flight attendant, with a standard professional smile, was pouring apple juice a short distance away. She glanced around; there were about seven or eight rows of people, not very close.
Anyway, it'll be her turn soon. Zhu Shiyi's eyes were blank as she silently began to plan. She decided on apple juice; it sounded a bit better for weight loss than cola or Sprite, and tasted better than mineral water.
The flight attendants took turns serving drinks, row by row. She waited and waited, and finally it was her turn.
Zhu Shiyi stared at the flight attendant, silently repeating "I want apple juice, thank you" a few times. She opened her mouth to speak, but unexpectedly, the flight attendant served drinks to the passengers on the other side first.
Zhu Shiyi quickly looked away, tucked her sideburns in, and smoothed the ends of her hair.
When people feel awkward, they often pretend to be very busy.
Nobody saw her, right? Otherwise, she'd look like a starving ghost, desperately begging for food.
Or should I pretend to be asleep? But what if the flight attendant just leaves?
She reached for the magazine in the pocket in front of her seat, then pulled her hand back. There wasn't enough time to flip through it now, was there? She'd have to put it away right away when she ate, which would seem too deliberate.
...
"Sir/Madam, what would you like to drink?"
While she was thinking, the flight attendant had already sent it to her. Zhu Shiyi silently thought, "I want apple juice."
"Coffee." A boy's voice came from the side, quite gentle, magnetic, and refreshing; it was quite pleasant to listen to.
“Just like him,” the boy by the aisle chimed in cheerfully.
I want apple juice, I want apple juice, I want apple juice...
"I'd like coffee juice, please." Zhu Shiyi had already practiced to the point of mastery, so he blurted it out.
The flight attendant paused.
Lin Changren almost spat out the coffee in his mouth.
Zhu Shiyi instantly realized what he had said.
Pan Yue glanced at the lady on his right, then quickly looked away, and a moment later, the corners of his lips twitched slightly.
Perhaps realizing her lapse in decorum, the professional flight attendant immediately offered a polite smile. While pouring coffee for the gentleman next to her, she took a moment to ask Zhu Shiyi, "Would you like coffee too?"
Zhu Shiyi laughed awkwardly and waved her hand, "Sorry, I misspoke. I want apple juice, thank you."
After speaking, he vaguely covered his face.
Help! What is she doing? I want to die.
Also, she noticed that the man next to her glanced at her.
And you laughed at her!
"Okay, ma'am," the flight attendant said, taking out the apple juice and pouring it, only to find that there was only a shallow glass left. "I'm sorry, ma'am, we're out of apple juice. Could you please wait a moment while I go and see if we have any more?"
"No need, no need," Zhu Shiyi quickly shook her head, "Just give me what you poured, that's enough."
"This is a bit too little... Would you like something else, ma'am? Or I can go see if there's any apple juice in another car. It's no trouble at all."
"Hmm... then I'll have some mineral water, thank you." Zhu Shiyi didn't know what else to drink, mainly because she was afraid of gaining weight.
"Okay, ma'am, would you like some ice?"
"Add it." Let her get her drink quickly and escape this horrible scene.
The flight attendant quickly poured a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Zhu Shiyi. Her longing heart was like that of a camel that had walked for three days in the desert and finally saw an oasis. She quickly reached out and took it.
"Smack."
...
The careless cup slipped from her hand and landed on the passenger to her left...
Thighs, and then upwards.
...
Zhu Shiyi stared blankly, afraid to breathe.
"Hiss—" Pan Yue shuddered and took a light breath.
Ice and water suddenly crashed down, instantly soaking my dry athletic shorts.
He hurriedly grabbed the water glass, but his pants were already soaked, and it was too late.
"Excuse me, sir/madam!" the flight attendant apologized hastily, her voice slightly shrill.
"Holy crap!" Lin Changren exclaimed, uttering a phrase that perfectly encapsulates the essence of Chinese culture.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" Zhu Shiyi's eyes and mouth gaped open in shock as she cried out, frantically rubbing her face.
Water flowed from mid-thigh to knee, and the pants stuck to the thighs.
Pan Yue frowned slightly and wiped the water off his legs with his hands, one stroke at a time.
The air conditioning on the airplane was blasting loudly.
The man next to her glanced at her and pursed his lips.
Zhu Shiyi looked embarrassed.
She had only two words in her heart:
collapse.
He was even wearing shorts; he must have frozen to death!
The key point is that she hit a stranger.
...
The flight attendant, kicking her legs, squatted down and rummaged through her things: "Sir, let me get you some tissues!"
My heart was pounding in my throat.
Zhu Shiyi finally realized she needed to find something for him to wipe. She bent down, picked up the bag on the ground, found some tissues, turned slightly to the side, and wiped the man's thighs directly.
“Um,” the man said, jerking his leg and quickly stepping aside, “I can do it myself.”
"Excuse me!" Zhu Shiyi exclaimed, immediately letting go of her hands, then raising them and clasping them together again. She then abruptly ripped off her other earphone and hurriedly waved her hands, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"
The tissue floated down onto the man's leg.
Just like Zhu Shiyi's pride, she threw it all away.
Zhu Shiyi slowly closed his eyes.
I dare not open my eyes.
Can I just faint on the spot? If not, I'll die.
Does anyone understand the idiom "misfortunes never come singly"?
Zhu Shiyi understood this very well.
Did I forget to check the almanac before going out today? A few seconds of bad luck and a string of misfortunes await me.
Besides, the man next to him didn't say a word...
Zhu Shiyi glanced at the man next to her; he was frowning and vigorously wiping his pants with a tissue.
The sky has fallen... He must be angry, who wouldn't be angry after that!
And since she apologized, but he didn't say it was okay, then there must be something between them!
main……
It doesn't matter where it gets smashed.
But it's precisely because of this...
There's no place more awkward than this.
Zhu Shiyi's face burned.
"Sir, please wait a moment while I get you a towel!" The flight attendant's urgent voice broke the silence.
Zhu Shiyi quickly replied, "I'm so sorry, I was in a bit of a rush just now. I'm really sorry for offending you..."
"It's nothing." The man said indifferently, wiping himself with the tissue she had thrown on his lap.
Lin Changren, sitting to the side, felt a joking tremor in his chest. He asked, slightly teasingly, "How is it? What do you feel?"
Zhu Shiyi: ?
What kind of feeling could you possibly get from being hit by that thing?
Pan Yue glanced to the other side and breathed a sigh of relief: "...It's alright."
His voice was calm and even.
"Excuse me, sir!" The flight attendant was incredibly efficient; in just a few seconds, she brought over a stack of tissues and a blanket. "It was my oversight; I'm so sorry!"
"It's alright." Pan Yue took the tissue, dried his pants, and covered his legs with a blanket.
"I'm so sorry, sir and madam." The flight attendant bowed again and again.
"I'm so sorry, sir!" Zhu Shiyi also wanted to stand up and offer Pan Yue two bows.
Pan Yue kept saying that he was fine.
The two girls kept apologizing.
Pan Yue's brow twitched slightly.
Zhu Shiyi's heart skipped a beat, and he was too embarrassed to continue rambling on. He shook his hands, which had been clasped together, and stopped writing, his heart pounding with fear.
The flight attendant remained distressed, repeatedly apologizing, but to no avail.
"I won't complain about you." A single move to subdue the "enemy."
His tone was gentle, as if offering comfort.
Pan Yue turned to Zhu Shiyi, a slight smile playing on his lips: "It's just water."
He seems very polite.
Zhu Shiyi's heartbeat calmed down a bit, but she couldn't shake off the lingering anxiety.
The flight attendant, as if reassured, finally left. Before leaving, she nodded to Zhu Shiyi.
Zhu Shiyi then realized that, in the eyes of the flight attendant, she was also a "victim".
But in her view, the most innocent "victim" was only the man next to her.
...It seems like I've only had seven lifetimes of bad luck, but I'm still a little lucky; at least it wasn't apple juice that I spilled.
Later, the flight attendant apologized every time she passed by, whether serving meals or collecting meal boxes. She also gave her and the man next to her named Pan Yue some small bread rolls and poured her a whole glass of apple juice.
My heart gradually settled back into my chest.
......
"Ladies and gentlemen: Our plane has arrived at Qincheng International Airport..."
After getting off the plane, Zhu Shiyi collected her checked luggage and took a taxi to the hotel she had booked.
This time, she came to Qincheng for tourism.
Qincheng is a peninsula city on the northern coast, and this hotel is a mid-range chain hotel that is relatively close to the seaside attractions.
During the summer, Qin City experiences a tourism boom, causing hotel prices to soar. It wasn't until late August that visitor numbers gradually decreased, and hotel prices subsequently dropped.
Even so, Zhu Shiyi was lucky. He made a last-minute decision to travel and was able to book this hotel, which happened to be the last one left.
After all, the peak travel season, prime location, reliable and stable service from a chain hotel, and reasonable price are all factors that naturally make this hotel so sought after.
After enjoying the view, Zhu Shiyi pulled her suitcase and headed towards the hotel reception to check in.
"Sir, you booked a standard room for three nights, and the name of the person who made the reservation is Mr. Pan Yue, is that right?" As Zhu Shiyi approached the front desk, he seemed to hear a somewhat familiar name.
"Yes." It was a magnetic yet refreshing voice, sounding quite like someone else's; it was very pleasant to listen to.
Zhu Shiyi subconsciously glanced at the two men checking in in front of her.
They had their backs to her. The one in the trousers on the left... she didn't seem to recognize him.
The one on the right is wearing shorts, so I can't see her face clearly.
"Mr. Pan, please leave your mobile phone number." The receptionist followed the hotel's standard procedure.
The man in shorts read out his phone number in that magnetic and refreshing voice.
Zhu Shiyi's back suddenly trembled, and he seemed to turn his back in response.
It seems like Nidie is the guy on the plane.
How could a person be so cruel as to die like this? Even at the hotel, God wouldn't let her go.
"Thank you," Pan Yue's voice sounded from behind.
Zhu Shiyi had already taken out her phone and pretended to be a passerby, swiping randomly on apps while her ears were practically perked up. Only when she heard the footsteps fading into the distance did she breathe a sigh of relief and turn to check in.
During the check-in process, she glanced nervously toward the elevator, and vaguely sensed that she was being watched.
That person seems to be looking this way.
Zhu Shiyi quickly looked up at the sky, put his hands behind his back, and awkwardly hooked his toes up, patting the floor up and down.
He probably hasn't seen her yet, has he? Should I say hello? She doesn't know him either, so I guess I don't need to.
...Does he think she's stalking him?
The receptionist is begging you to slow down; please don't let her run into him...
If we do run into each other, should I apologize again? If I don't, won't she seem impolite? But apologizing seems like she's being long-winded...?
Go to hell, world. Meeting people you barely know is the most annoying thing ever.
A thousand dramas were playing out in Zhu Shiyi's mind, and she couldn't help but glance at the elevator entrance again.
What a coincidence! This time, we got caught red-handed.
The man didn't look away; the corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly upturned.
The elevator doors opened, and he walked over and stepped inside, disappearing from sight.
"Ms. Zhu, please take your room key. Your room is 8017 on the 8th floor."
"Thank you." Zhu Shiyi put away her thoughts and took the room key.
What kind of look was that from him just now?
It couldn't possibly be that he was greeting her, could it?
Strangers, can they really be this enthusiastic?
So what exactly did he mean?
Zhu Shiyi slowly turned to stone.
Who said the world is so big, and your world doesn't have that many spectators?
She saw that God was just sitting there, watching the show.
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