Chapter 5 Love Letter This is Chen Jingchi's chance for everyone. ...
With An Kejia's revelation, Fan Xin was even more confused about Chen Jingchi's intentions, and in the end, she still sent out the version she had written earlier without any changes.
"I thought men's thoughts were easy to guess," she commented, "until I heard about Chen Jingchi tonight."
An Kejia was still brainstorming when she chimed in, "He's completely different from what I imagined. He used to be a handsome guy, but now he's a handsome guy with a temper."
Fan Xin was amused by her: "So, do you still like him?"
"I like him, I like him even more, he's bursting with a sense of justice." An Kejia countered, "Do you like the kind of well-behaved guy?"
"I can't really say." Fan Xin propped herself up on the bed and asked, "Let me make an assumption: if someone like Chen Jingchi pursued you, would you date him?"
An Kejia laughed: "Come on, I can't even imagine what it would be like for him to pursue someone."
Fan Xin looked at Zhou Yu opposite her: "Zhou Zhou, what about you?"
Zhou, distracted from the reading app, replied, "I haven't thought about it."
Fan Xin was about to ask again when An Kejia interjected, "It's somewhat possible that you're asking me, but Zhou Zhou isn't interested in handsome guys."
“That’s true.” Fan Xin lay back down.
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Over the next few days, classmates submitted their work one after another. Even the boys who had previously followed suit in the class group by saying that Chen Jingchi was a popular celebrity couldn't resist the lure of money and participated in the event.
After being discovered, the girls ridiculed him mercilessly.
An Kejia had already booked a ride-hailing car right after the last class on Friday afternoon.
"Take a taxi now? It'll be a while before we get to the school gate." Fan Xin said in surprise.
“It’s peak traffic time now.” An Kejia turned her phone to show her. “Look, there are more than a dozen cars lined up ahead of us. We’ll be there just in time to get to the school gate.”
The three of them agreed to go out for dinner on Friday night at a Thai restaurant specially chosen by An Kejia. It was their first dorm dinner together, and Zhou Yu had no reason to be absent.
Just as An Kejia had said, the car arrived as soon as they got to the school gate. An Kejia, who was in charge of hailing the taxi, sat in the passenger seat, while Fan Xin pulled Zhou Yu into the back seat.
After starting the car, Fan Xin remembered something and asked, "By the way, isn't that poetry contest ending tomorrow night?"
An Kejia pulled up the announcement of the call for submissions: "No, it ends at 8 pm tonight, and the results will be announced tomorrow."
“It’s still a day early.” Fan Xin grasped Zhou Yu’s hand and asked with feigned confidence, “Ms. Zhou, are you confident?”
Zhou turned his gaze away from the window, amused by her expression: "I didn't submit anything."
"It's not finished yet?" Fan Xin asked, puzzled. "Didn't you start studying his lyrics last week?"
An Kejia turned around and chuckled, jokingly saying, "Ms. Zhou might really make a profit of this 10,000 yuan."
Zhou Yu didn't know how to explain it to them, so she simply went along with it and said, "We're still studying it."
"Then you'd better hurry," Fan Xin reminded her. "There are only a few hours left; if you miss it, you won't have another chance."
Zhou Yu nodded, then turned back to look out the car window, not taking those words to heart.
Upon arriving at the restaurant, the waiter led the three inside. Zhou Yu disliked crowds and wanted to find a seat by the window. As she was searching for an empty seat by the window, An Kejia suddenly stopped in front of them, her eyes lighting up: "Wait, look, isn't that Chen Jingchi?"
Zhou looked in the direction she was pointing. About ten meters away, there were four people sitting at a table by the window. The boy facing them looked familiar; it was Chen Jingchi.
He was holding a restaurant menu and ordering food; he looked like he had just arrived.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Fan Xin quickly told the waiter that they didn't need to go any further and found the table closest to them to sit down.
Because it was peak dining time, the restaurant was packed with people, and the nearest table was several tables away from Chen Jingchi's.
Zhou Yu generously sat in the row with his back to the target, giving the best spot for peeking to Fan Xin and An Kejia.
"What a coincidence! I ran into him as soon as I stepped out!" An Kejia couldn't sit still, she was so excited. "I want to ask him for an autograph!"
"No!" Fan Xin quickly grabbed her and whispered, "He won't give it to you, don't go."
"How do you know you won't give it to me before I've even asked?" An Kejia didn't believe her.
“The staff at the bubble tea shop told us that last time we went there,” Fan Xin explained to her. “Chen Jingchi is actually quite aloof in private, and I was afraid you’d be upset later.”
"It's okay, I have a strong heart, I'm fine even if I get rejected." An Kejia rummaged through her bag and could only find a pack of tissues. "Do you guys have a pen?"
"No." Zhou Yu flipped through the menu, and seeing how brave she was, he blurted out, "Why don't you take your phone over and let him type a few words?"
“Good idea.” An Kejia acted swiftly, immediately getting up and heading out with her phone.
Zhou Yu was stunned: "You actually use a cell phone?"
"She's really amazing." Fan Xin craned her neck to look in that direction, muttering to herself, "If I had Jiajia's courage, I could succeed at anything."
An Kejia has a generous and likable personality. She can make friends with anyone and always shows positive energy to everyone around her. She is full of energy and vitality every day, and even her smile is infectious. Being with her will unconsciously inspire you.
You can tell she's an outstanding girl raised in a happy family; she's resilient, strong, positive, and sunny.
Although they had only known each other for less than a month, Zhou Yu always had the illusion that the two had known each other for a long time. Occasionally, he could catch some familiar shadows in An Kejia, and it took him a long time to realize that it was a psychological projection of his desire to become her.
After Zhou Yu finished ordering, he handed the menu to Fan Xin. He noticed that Fan Xin was staring at him with a knowing look, her expression a mix of surprise and praise: "You must know Chen Jingchi inside and out. I thought you were giving her bad advice."
Zhou Yu was puzzled, then turned to look at Chen Jingchi's table. It was both unexpected and not unexpected that An Kejia had actually succeeded.
"..."
After Chen Jingchi finished typing, he returned the phone to her and then glanced in the direction An Kejia had come from.
With just a casual glance, their eyes met in mid-air.
The sudden eye contact caught Zhou Yu off guard, but fortunately, the other person didn't seem to want to bother her and quickly looked away after just a brief glance.
It was just an unintentional exchange of glances between strangers, so ordinary as to be somewhat boring.
Zhou Yu's gaze followed An Kejia back to the seat opposite her. Fan Xin leaned over for a look and said, "Sis, you're really amazing."
“Of course, is there anything I can’t do?” An Kejia showed the electronic signature to Zhou Yu as well.
It was indeed typed by Chen Jingchi himself; the three large characters lay quietly on the title line of the memo, giving it a strangely comical feel.
"That's great," Zhou Yu commented. "It completely eliminates scalpers."
An Kejia was amused by her and encouraged her, "You guys should go too. He's actually quite patient, not as aloof as you described."
"No, no, we can just look at yours, the effect will be the same." Fan Xin declined, "I don't even have the courage to stand in front of him and speak."
Fan Xin had a good eye; while waiting for the food, she asked An Kejia, "Are the other three people members of his band?"
“Yes, I originally wanted them to sign one too, but they said forget it.” An Kejia deliberately lowered her voice and whispered, “I heard from people in Chen Jingchi’s class that he was in a band in high school, and the guy sitting next to him is the guitarist. They were high school classmates.”
"They're quite handsome," Fan Xin said after taking a few glances. "Where are they from?"
“A native of Xianhai.” An Kejia pointed at Zhou Yu, “He’s from the same hometown as Zhou Zhou.”
Fan Xin's eyes lit up: "Oh right, Zhou Zhou is also from Xianhai. Is it possible that you went to the same high school?"
Before Zhou Yu could speak, An Kejia waved her hand and said, "Art students and liberal arts students definitely won't meet."
The food was served, interrupting the three's conversation. Fan Xin quickly became gossipy again: "Do you think Chen Jingchi has ever been in a relationship?"
Hearing this, An Kejia shook her head and said, "I'm not sure either. Some say he's dated, some say he hasn't, but he's single now."
Zhou put down the spoon holding the pineapple fried rice and finally joined the conversation: "If he had talked about it, it would have been exposed long ago."
“That’s true,” Fan Xin agreed. “People like him who run campus bands spread the word around the school as soon as they hear about it.”
“Anyway, whether he talked about it before or not, he definitely wouldn’t dare to talk about it now.” An Kejia analyzed logically, “He has just become a little famous now, and the fans he attracts are all his looks. He wouldn’t dare to find a wife anytime soon.”
Fan Xin disagreed: "Chen Jingchi's personality is really hard to predict."
“It depends on whether he wants fame or romance.” An Kejia shook her index finger. “I don’t think someone like him is a romance fanatic; he’s more like a workaholic.”
The two were only a few meters apart, so they didn't feel comfortable talking freely. After exchanging a few words, they quickly shifted the topic to the popular nail art styles. Fearing it was too late, they agreed to come back tomorrow to get their nails done together.
Zhou Yu felt that long fingernails were inconvenient, so she didn't join in the fun.
She didn't actually like Thai food; it looked good in photos but tasted a bit strange. She put down her chopsticks after eating only a little and then checked her phone for messages.
Fan Xin was still thinking about the deadline and reminded her to finish writing the lyrics as soon as possible.
Zhou paused as he scrolled through the messages, a fleeting image flashing through his mind of the moment when his eyes had accidentally met Chen Jingchi's.
The decision that had been made long ago began to waver slightly.
Zhou Yu couldn't be 100% sure, but he could guess with a high probability that his identity was probably just as insignificant as the others in the restaurant.
Like any leaf on a large, leafy tree that is too similar to the others.
Even if you take it out of the box, it's nothing special.
Chen Jingchi doesn't remember her.
She tried to recall the face of the waiter who had brought them in a dozen minutes earlier, but as expected, it was a blank; even her imagination couldn't work.
Not to mention that it happened so long ago, it's normal not to remember.
Zhou Yu thought that perhaps she remembered that aspect of her life so vividly that she had the illusion that the other person would also remember her.
Seeing that the two people opposite had almost finished eating, Zhou Yu offered to "call a taxi."
After paying the bill, the three of them came out of the restaurant. Friday night was an early celebration of the weekend holiday. Many people were hailing taxis in front of the mall, and ride-hailing cars were lining up to pick up passengers from the pick-up lane.
An Kejia leaned close to Zhou Yu, looked at the message on her phone, and read it aloud: "Black Audi, it's our turn!"
Zhou Yu walked to the car and said to them, "I'll sit in the front."
After opening the passenger door, Zhou Yu got in and gave the last four digits of his phone number: "0819".
The driver was about to enter the number when he glanced at his phone and said, "Wait, did you remember the wrong number?"
"No." Zhou Yu looked over in confusion. The driver's phone was propped up next to the display panel, and she could see the numbers on it at a glance.
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Zhou Yu's heart skipped a beat. Just as she realized she had gotten into the wrong car, someone knocked twice on her right-hand window, not too hard and not too soft.
The person standing outside didn't give her any time to react before the car door was opened, and a cool breeze blew in.
Chen Jingchi stood less than a meter away from her outside the car, looking down at her with a flat expression: "Classmate, this is our car."
His voice was lower when he spoke than when he sang, and combined with his expressionless face, it inexplicably brought an invisible pressure to people.
The back seat fell silent instantly, even the usually most active An Kejia fell silent and quietly got out of the car.
Zhou Yu looked up and met his gaze again, but this time she was the first to look away.
"I'm sorry." Zhou Yu lowered his head and calmly apologized, stepping his right leg out of the car. Chen Jingchi took a step back to make way for him.
But the distance was still too close. As I brushed past him, I couldn't tell if it was the temperature difference between inside and outside the car or the heat emanating from him.
The air seemed to warm up slightly without anyone noticing.
A faint scent of soap wafted from the collar of Chen Jingchi's white shirt.
The reason he was able to pinpoint the location so precisely was that the boy beside him was so tall that all Zhou Yu could see was a clean white figure.
It's a bit dazzling.
After Fan Xin and An Kejia hurriedly got out of the car, the three boys who were with Chen Jingchi smiled and said, "It's okay," which eased the atmosphere.
Both were black Audis, and Zhou Yu's taxi happened to be following right behind this one.
This time, An Kejia carefully checked the license plate before getting into the car. Fan Xin breathed a sigh of relief after the car door closed: "Damn, that scared me to death."
An Kejia chuckled: "Sorry, I didn't check the license plate number before I got you guys in the car, but it's just a beautiful misunderstanding."
She gripped the seat and looked ahead. Seeing that Zhou Yu didn't speak, and remembering her socially anxious nature, she asked, "Did I scare you?"
"No," Zhou Yu turned her head to reassure her, "It's alright."
Fan Xin was still sweating as she recalled what Chen Jingchi had said in the back seat: "Jiajia, how dare you ask him for an autograph? Chen Jingchi is so intimidating, just like my high school homeroom teacher."
"It's alright." An Kejia thought for a moment, "It's normal not to show enthusiasm when talking to strangers."
There was no more sound from the back seats; the only sound in the car was the music playing by the driver, at a very low volume, just enough to be background noise.
Zhou looked out the window at the rapidly receding night view, the starlight stretched out like parallel lines that would never intersect.
If you still can't be sure while you're in the restaurant.
At this moment, Zhou Yu believed that his judgment was correct.
This time, she can simply be an ordinary contestant.
This is an opportunity that Chen Jingchi is giving to everyone.
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