Chapter 163 I love slapping people in the face
A month later, Meng Zhiyi returned to school.
Because of her fierce reputation, no students dared to move in after the incident with Zhang Xiaoxiao and Zheng Qian, resulting in only the two of them being the only ones in the entire dormitory.
Lin Luoluo had cleaned the dormitory early in the morning and specially changed the quilt cover and sheets for Meng Zhiyi's bed. She also took the quilt to the balcony to dry it.
By the time Meng Zhiyi arrived, Lin Luoluo had already washed the fruit and placed it on her desk.
"Zhiyi, come and taste this grape, it's so sweet. Hehe, it was given by the company's snack department. I thought it was delicious last time I ate it, so I can save it for you to taste this time."
As soon as the dormitory door was opened, Lin Luoluo came forward happily and pulled Meng Zhiyi towards the desk.
Meng Zhiyi's family has no shortage of grapes, and the quality of some of them is even much better than this one.
But when he saw Lin Luoluo wash it clean and put it on his desk, he still felt warm in his heart.
She tossed the suitcase, grabbed a grape and stuffed it into her mouth with a smile, then reached out and pinched Lin Luoluo's face.
"I haven't seen you for a while. You've gained a lot of weight."
Hearing this, Lin Luoluo looked down at herself in surprise: "Have I gained weight? I don't feel that way."
"I've gained weight. My face is fatter than before."
Meng Zhiyi still remembers that when she first met Lin Luoluo, she was so thin that she was almost unrecognizable.
And every time I eat, I can’t bear to buy meat, I only eat vegetarian dishes without any oil.
Lin Luoluo pinched her stomach in distress and found that she had indeed gained weight.
She frowned and said bitterly, "Because the food in the company cafeteria is really delicious and cheap, I eat a lot in one meal."
Meng Zhiyi smiled and said, "That's fine. If it's cheap, just eat more. You won't get sick from eating it anyway."
Lin Luoluo felt a little embarrassed and asked with a red face: "Zhiyi, does your brother think I eat too much?"
"He dares." Meng Zhiyi answered without thinking, and then continued: "I will go to the company cafeteria with you some other day. I have never eaten there before."
Lin Luoluo nodded quickly and said excitedly, "Okay, okay, you can use my employee card, and I know what dishes are delicious. I'll take you to try them all!"
Meng Zhiyi: "Aren't you afraid that I will bankrupt you?"
"I can't afford to eat so much. I'm making a lot more now, 6,000 a month!"
Lin Luoluo's tone was very proud. A salary of six thousand was indeed a very good income compared to when she could only work part-time.
Meng Zhiyi felt a pang of sadness in his heart.
If Lin Chuan hadn't been in trouble, Lin Luoluo would have been the little princess held in the palm of her father's hand.
"Okay then, I'll eat as much as I want."
Meng Zhiyi did not refuse her kindness.
Just like the last time Lin Luoluo wanted to treat herself to a meal, although she didn’t have much money, her sincerity was priceless.
The two stayed in the dormitory for a while, and the class monitor @ed Meng Zhiyi in the class group and asked her to join the Arts Department.
After seeing the message, Lin Luoluo's smile faded a little, and she looked at Meng Zhiyi worriedly.
"I'll go with you."
"Okay, I promised to take you to see a play."
A sneer flashed across Meng Zhiyi's eyes.
Soon, the two arrived at the Arts Department.
There were already quite a few people here, all selected from each class to participate in the performance.
Meng Zhiyi and Lin Luoluo walked in. The originally noisy classroom suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked over here unconsciously.
On the podium, Song Wei stood with several other members of the Arts Department.
When she looked at Meng Zhiyi, a hint of resentment flashed across her eyes, and then she turned back into that innocent little white flower.
Meng Zhiyi took Lin Luoluo to find an empty seat and sat down, then waited to see how these people would cause trouble today.
As soon as I sat down, a girl sitting in the front seat stood up and looked over.
"Meng Zhiyi, do you know that everyone has been waiting for you for a long time? Why are you so arrogant?"
The person who spoke was the class monitor. Ever since Meng Zhiyi came to the class, he inexplicably disliked her.
This was not the only time. In many previous class activities and sports meets, she would always find opportunities to embarrass Meng Zhiyi.
I remember during the military training in my freshman year, two classes had a singing competition with each other, and the loser had to be punished.
When their class lost, the class monitor deliberately made Meng Zhiyi step out in front of the whole class to accept punishment and do 200 squats.
As a result, Meng Zhiyi fainted before he could finish because he had expended too much energy.
Although it was not considered embarrassing, Meng Zhiyi still remembers this inexplicable targeting vividly.
At this moment, facing the monitor's questioning, Meng Zhiyi took out his mobile phone slowly, flipped through it, and said, "You sent a message in the group eight minutes ago asking me to come over, but now you're saying you've been waiting for a long time."
"What? You only have one day to live? Is eight minutes a long time? Or did you deliberately make everyone wait for a long time, and then informed me eight minutes ago, so that everyone would think I was stalling for time?"
Meng Zhiyi stopped talking, then turned to look at the girls sitting in the front row and asked curiously, "Classmates, when did you receive the notice?"
Female student: "We were notified at 10am to gather at the Arts Department at 1:30am."
After hearing the answer, Meng Zhiyi looked back at the squad leader and said, "Look, the others received the notice this morning, but our squad leader @ed me in the group chat eight minutes ago. Did you do this on purpose? Or did you fail in your duty?"
The squad leader's face turned pale and blue when he was asked this question, and he had no idea how to answer.
She couldn't say that she did it on purpose, right?
Suddenly, people started whispering all around.
Meng Zhiyi crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back in his chair in a casual manner, smiling intriguingly: "Squad leader, won't you give me an explanation?"
The squad leader pursed his lips, looking extremely ugly.
"Okay, now that everyone is here, let's get down to business." Song Wei interrupted.
Hearing this, the monitor looked at her gratefully.
Meng Zhiyi curled her lips. Although she was smiling, the coldness in her eyes became more intense.
What followed was a whole set of boring standard speeches.
As the director of the Arts and Literature Department, Song Wei took the lead in organizing this school anniversary event, together with other members of the department.
At this moment she is talking about the importance of this school anniversary.
Because it happened to be the school's 100th anniversary, the school leaders attached great importance to it and demanded that it be done with great care and perfection.
"The theme of the school anniversary celebration should be to promote Chinese culture, so everyone can go back and think about the theme of each class's program and submit at least three proposals to me."
After Song Wei finished speaking, she deliberately looked towards where Meng Zhiyi was.
At that moment, someone suddenly said, "I heard that Senior Shen from the Finance Department plays the piano very well. Why don't you invite him as well?"
"That's right. The director had such a good relationship with Senior Shen before, so he should be able to invite him."
"We also have the honor of listening to the piano of the prince of the Beijing circle before graduation."
"Senior Shen no longer participates in this kind of activity. I guess only the minister can invite him to come out."
"Unlike some people, even if they occupy someone, they are still not as good as Bai Yueguang."
Some people started to make a fuss, and their words were full of weirdness.
Meng Zhi smiled intentionally but said nothing.
After all, the plot has not changed. Song Wei wants to take this opportunity to let Meng Zhiyi see clearly who is the most qualified to stand by Shen Que in the eyes of others.
Song Wei had a shy expression on her face, but she did not deny that people were pairing her with Shen Que.
She lifted her hair from her ears, and then said with some embarrassment: "I'm not too sure, because Shen Que has been very busy recently. I can only say that I will try my best."
"Okay, that's the end of today's meeting. Everyone, remember to hand in your plans to me."
Song Wei was about to dismiss everyone, but just as everyone stood up to leave, Meng Zhiyi spoke up:
"Don't be in a hurry. The show isn't over yet. Let's finish watching the show before we leave."
Everyone looked at Meng Zhiyi suspiciously.
Someone asked, "What play?"
Meng Zhiyi smiled dangerously, looked at Song Wei, and said slowly: "Of course it's a slap in the face scene. I love slapping people in the face the most."