Chapter 149 Chapter 149 "You..." Xun Cang suddenly...
"You..." Xun Cang suddenly lost his voice and his mind went blank for a moment.
Jiang Zhi, do you like Wen Qian?
He never thought he would hear such a sentence, but it was not without warning.
All the things that had seemed strange to him before seemed to be explained by this sentence - Jiang Zhi's attitude towards Wen Qian, eating together, those inexplicable baking utensils, and the cake made specifically for Wen Qian.
This is beyond what a neighbor should do.
He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he didn't think too deeply about it. He just had the impression that Jiang Zhi's attitude towards Wen Qian was unusual.
Xun Cang opened his mouth but didn't say anything. Suddenly, a thought popped into his mind: when he said in the kitchen that he liked Wen Qian, was Jiang Zhi feeling the same as he was now?
Jiang Zhi withdrew his gaze from Xun Cang and lowered his eyes. When he saw Xun Cang standing in Wen Qian's house, he had a vague suspicion in his heart.
He remembered that Xia Zhiqing once told him that Xun Cang was very interested in a girl from Saint Thorn, but he was not interested in such gossip at the time and did not ask any further questions.
There are too many students in Holy Thorn, and he never thought that the person Xun Cang cares about is Wen Qian.
Xun Cang recovered from his initial shock. He turned his head to look at Jiang Zhi and sat down.
It was impossible to say that he didn't care. He had known Jiang Zhi for so long, and he had never seen him like anyone. He said he liked Wen Qian—
Xun Cang pursed his lips, that was definitely not just a joke.
The air almost solidified into a solid, and the silent atmosphere made the quiet space at the moment even more depressing.
Xun Cang raised his head and looked at Jiang Zhi who was standing not far away: "I guess you probably don't want to see me get close to Wen Qian."
Jiang Zhi raised his eyelids and said coldly, "Do I need to say more about this?"
Xun Cang's lips twitched: "Just like I know what you are thinking, you can guess my decision."
He raised his head, his slightly messy hair falling on his forehead as he moved, and his eyes met Jiang Zhi's without hesitation.
"Wen Qian doesn't have anyone he likes right now."
"So, I won't give up."
Jiang Zhi looked at Xun Cang deeply and sneered: "I guessed it."
It is impossible to make Xun Cang give up with just a few words. His persistence in the things he believes in is far beyond others' imagination.
When Jiang Zhi said that, it was more of a declaration than an attempt to make him give up.
He stood beside the sofa, the light falling on him, casting a black shadow that slowly lengthened with his footsteps.
"Xun Cang, I can't let go." Jiang Zhi's eyes darkened slightly, and he spoke slowly, "No matter who it is."
He knew more than Xun Cang and had already made preparations. In this arena where the outcome was uncertain, he must get the result he wanted.
Xun Cang looked at Jiang Zhi. He was indeed a little surprised that Jiang Zhi liked Wen Qian, but it was not incomprehensible. It was normal for Wen Qian to have other suitors.
But he was just a pursuer, and even Jiang Zhi couldn't make him change his mind.
He and Jiang Zhi both knew who had the final say.
Suddenly, Xun Cang felt an urge to meet Wen Qian right now - but it was just an idea, she should have rested by now, and he couldn't disturb her.
But he really wanted to see her.
As friends for many years, Jiang Zhi was very familiar with Xun Cang's changes in expression. When he saw the person in front of him move his eyes, he curled the corners of his mouth.
"Put aside those thoughts." He looked at him coldly, "Don't think about the impossible."
Xun Cang leaned back unconvinced: "Can't I just think about it?"
He wasn't planning on going to Wen Qian now to disturb her rest.
Xun Cang stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and walked in: "Okay, where is the side lying, lead me the way."
Instead of staying here in a stalemate with Jiang Zhi, it would be better to rest early. Xun Cang thought for a moment and thought that Wen Qian was probably not asleep yet. He wondered if she could see the message he sent her.
"Side-lying?" Jiang Zhi glanced at him sideways and said nonchalantly, "I forgot to tell you, I don't sleep on my side here."
"Find your own bed and quilt and sleep on the sofa."
He had indeed said before that he would let Xun Cang live in the side bedroom of his house.
But unfortunately, he was not lying on his side.
Xun Cang froze in his tracks and looked at Jiang Zhi fiercely: "Sleeping on the sofa?"
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After taking a shower, Wen Qian looked at the physical strength he had reserved, crawled into bed with satisfaction, and took out his mobile phone.
Leaving ten points of energy just to play with the phone, what a generous move!
His stamina was consumed bit by bit with the limited game time. Looking at the stamina consumption prompt that appeared in front of him, Wen Qian, knowing that he was about to fall asleep, opened his backpack.
Hmm? Where's the charging cable?
Players who didn’t see the charging cable in the backpack were confused.
She got up and walked to the living room. The charging cable was lying quietly on the table near the potion tank.
Wen Qian walked over in three or two steps, bent down to pick up the charging cable, and when she was about to leave, she paused and her eyes fell on the layers of open grids under the cabinet.
There is a small square box in the first grid.
The cabinets used to display small decorations contained small items from various limited edition decorative furniture sets. She had put the items there herself, and she knew exactly what was in them.
Whether it is Christmas, New Year or warm winter limited edition furniture, there is no such decoration.
She returned to the cabinet and took out the small square box from the compartment.
His physical strength was on the verge of the limit, so Wen Qian simply took the box back to bed, snuggled in the quilt and opened the small square box.
A folded piece of paper fell out the moment the box was opened. Wen Qian looked at the hair accessories in the box that reflected star-like light under the bedside lamp, and his face was slightly stunned.
What is this, a little easter egg after the house upgrade?
Full of doubts, Wen Qian picked up the small piece of paper that had just fallen, unfolded it and took a look.
--surprise!
Two characters written in a flamboyant style appeared in front of Wen Qian. Looking down, he saw a line of small characters at the bottom corner of the paper.
——Dedicated to my favorite Wen Xiaoqian.
There was no signature, but Wen Qian had already guessed who had given her this little gift.
She closed the box and placed it on the bedside table at the last second when her strength was completely exhausted.
Xun Cang, this guy has good vision!
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The hourly reports of the club activity day will be summarized and condensed into the college daily newspaper on the second day.
Apart from the final rankings of various competitive events, two reports with unique styles attracted the attention of everyone who paid attention to the daily newspaper content.
The first report was written in a very serious style, describing the grand occasion of the Arbor Day activities of the Environmental Protection Society. People who read it were skeptical.
Are there so many environmentalists in their school?
"I think these people look familiar." A student said thoughtfully after reading the daily newspaper.
A flash of inspiration came to him from the painting, and he immediately found the reason for this inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"Aren't these people all from the Rose Class? What's going on? Their class is going to this club's event for team building!"
"Oh, it seems to be true. All the people in this photo are from their class." Another person came over to take a look. Their two classes had collaborated in an activity last year. Although they were not familiar with everyone, they could recognize some faces.
"This club seems to have been founded this year. Could it be that it was created by someone from their class?" the classmate asked. "Are they organizing a group to support their classmates' activities?"
"Compared to saying that people in their class pay attention to environmental protection, I think your guess is more likely." The man nodded in response.
"Their class is pretty united," he added. "Do you remember the sports meet last semester? They also had the whole class participate."
"How could they not remember? At least half of their class took part in that long-distance run."
The classmate nodded deeply: "No wonder, even the 3,000-meter long-distance race can be so intense that the whole class is participating."
"The whole class planted trees together to support their classmates. It was normal for them."
The two of them played crickets together for a long time, and finally defined this report as another event of unity among the Rose Class.
"Where is our event...huh? Why is it reporting on the Environmental Protection Club's event again?"
Just as he was about to look for classmates reporting on their own club activities, he paused and quickly called his friends over to take a look.
"What do you mean, are there two reports?" My friend came over curiously.
Didn’t they just see that their activities were reported in the previous article? Why are they in the next section?
It’s just planting a tree, is there anything worth reporting twice?
Before they had time to read the content of the report, their attention was attracted by the photos attached to the report.
...What is going on?
The two looked at the photo with confusion on their faces - at first glance, the photo showed tall and straight trees, which was in line with the theme of Arbor Day.
Looking closely, there was a person tied to the trunk of each tree.
Yes, someone was tied up.
“…Is this also part of the tree planting activity?” the classmate murmured.
That's not right. Why do we have to tie a bunch of people up under a big tree for a tree planting activity?!
The two people who were still admiring the family atmosphere of the Environmental Protection Society and the Rose Class in the previous photo, silently looked at the next photo with a sudden change of style.
After recovering from the shock of the photos, they immediately looked at the text reports on the side.
They glanced over the written report which contained little information.
They turned their attention to the short paragraph at the bottom, where the reporter described his personal experience.
——During the interview, I noticed the magical phenomenon of people growing on the tree. According to the president of the Environmental Protection Society, these students also signed up to participate in the activity, but they were very excited and therefore did not participate in the tree planting activity.
The president didn't say much, but in my opinion, excited is just a euphemism. The students' enthusiasm is obviously higher than that of others who are working. When I tried to interview them, they only gave me one sentence - "Let me go."
They expressed their eagerness to plant trees.
I could see this in their eyes. This look was so familiar, it reminded me of the boy who was planting trees last time. He also looked at me with such a determined look...
The classmate exhaled slowly and exclaimed: "It's really eye-opening. I never thought they were such people."
My friend nodded in agreement: "Yeah, I kind of admire them!"
The next morning, Wang Duo, who had just arrived at school, was greeted with countless strange looks. Not knowing why, he walked towards the classroom. As soon as he entered the classroom, he was shocked by the solemn atmosphere in the class.
"What's wrong with you?" Wang Duo looked at everyone in confusion.
What could be more terrifying than being forced to plant trees yesterday? Why do they all have such expressions?
"Take a look first." His friend handed him today's newspaper.
Wang Duo glanced down, his expression gradually stiffening.
He said in disbelief: "What the hell is this?!"
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