When Lin Zhenzhen saw Chi Kaifeng appear with a bouquet of roses, she knew something terrible was about to happen.
I just made my refusal very clear, so why is he still pestering me?
She quickened her pace, wanting to get off the stage before the man went crazy, but unfortunately, a crowd of people blocked the exit.
Seizing the opportunity, Chi Kaifeng quickly ran offstage and shouted in her direction, "Zhenzhen, wait a minute."
Lin Zhenzhen originally wanted to pretend she didn't hear, but her helpful classmate nudged her with his elbow: "It sounds like he's calling you."
Taking advantage of this break, Chi Kaifeng actually flipped himself onto the stage.
"Hey, what are you doing, classmate?"
Chi Kaifeng grinned and showed off his work badge: "Teacher, I'm a friend of Zhang's team, in charge of coordinating the personnel."
His skillful operation clearly showed that he was the kind of person Lin Zhenzhen hated most in college.
He got a minor official position in a student organization and then acted like it was his right, calling himself a senior student, but he did all sorts of low-class things.
Lin Zhenzhen stopped and looked at him coldly.
Chi Kaifeng smiled and handed her the roses in his hand: "You've worked hard on the rehearsal. I was busy with student council work for a while, so I'm late. Are you angry?"
Lin Zhenzhen stared at him, wondering if he had something wrong with his head. Was it possible for the two of them to exchange roses?
She stood there motionless, showing no intention of accepting the flowers. Chi Kaifeng, momentarily embarrassed, leaned closer and whispered, "So many people are watching, give me some face."
Lin Zhenzhen gently lifted her eyelids and rolled her eyes at him with great elegance.
Why should I give you face? You're crazy.
Unexpectedly, Ling Zhen, who looked so gentle and weak, would show him such a contemptuous expression. Chi Kaifeng was stunned and stood there for a moment.
Seeing that she was about to turn and leave again, just like in the morning, Chi Kaifeng's disgusting sense of male chauvinism suddenly flared up, and he actually reached out and grabbed her shoulder.
Lin Zhenzhen's eyes turned completely cold.
Just as she was about to teach this bastard a lesson herself, a voice suddenly rang out from the noisy crowd.
"Why are you touching girls inappropriately?"
Lin Zhenzhen followed the direction of the sound and saw Yu Jiamu in the audience.
He was leaning back in his chair, his long legs, encased in his trousers, casually crossed, his arms loosely clasped in front of his chest, his hair standing up in a slightly disheveled manner, as if he had just woken up, or as if he had carefully styled it.
He stared at Chi Kaifeng with a half-smile: "Didn't you see that he doesn't want to talk to you?"
Yu Jiamu lazily stood up and slowly stepped forward. The sunlight shining on the corners of his eyes added to his imposing, godlike aura.
Chi Kaifeng keenly sensed that the other party was not someone to be trifled with, and hesitantly asked in a low voice, "May I ask who you are?"
The man who brought him in immediately replied obsequiously, "This is our Second Young Master Yu. Don't you even know the Yu family...?"
Yu Jiamu raised his hand to interrupt him, turning his gaze to the silent Lin Zhenzhen: "You tell me, who am I?"
With his suggestive tone and ambiguous gaze, it was hard for Chi Kaifeng to pretend to be confused. He immediately realized what was going on, and his face turned ugly.
He had thought Ling Zhen was an obedient and well-behaved girl, but he never expected her to be hanging out with such an ignorant and good-for-nothing playboy.
Appearances can indeed be deceiving.
She looks so innocent, but she's probably been with countless people and is completely tainted.
Chi Kaifeng didn't dare to confront Yu Jiamu directly, so he could only tightly hold the wilted rose and leave angrily.
Liu Yeliang noticed the commotion and stepped forward to stop it, saying, "This is a work environment. If you want to be romantic, find another place."
Yu Jiamu straightened up and said to Lin Zhenzhen quite naturally, "I'll go out and wait for you."
Liu Yeliang gave Lin Zhenzhen a deep look, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "You have a real talent for the violin, so why didn't you choose to pursue further studies back then?"
Lin Zhenzhen blinked.
He suddenly realized that the other person couldn't speak, and quickly said, "It's alright, this program is settled for you. Go back and familiarize yourself with the songs."
Lin Zhenzhen bowed to him and then returned the instrument to the staff member.
Outside the gate, the midday sun was blinding, and Yu Jiamu was standing in the shade of a tree, looking down at his phone.
Lin Zhenzhen walked past him without looking at him, but unexpectedly, he seemed to have eyes in the top of his head and reached out to stop her just as they were about to pass each other.
"You actually think you can just sneak off like this? Aren't you afraid of hurting my feelings?"
Lin Zhenzhen looked up at him, her brown eyes sparkling in the sunlight.
Yu Jiamu suppressed his slightly agitated emotions and said rather shamelessly, "I've already helped you twice. You can't be so ungrateful, can you?"
[Hey pig, how much affection does he have for me?]
[Let me see, wow, she's 30 already! This male lead is so easy to fool!]
Yu Jiamu, who was "easily fooled," waved his hand in front of her eyes and said, "Why don't you react at all? Where's your notebook that you always carry with you?"
Lin Zhenzhen spread her hands and then shrugged slightly.
Yu Jiamu immediately understood what she meant: "Did you forget to bring it?"
She nodded.
Yu Jiamu chuckled lightly: "How can you be so dull?"
Lin Zhenzhen stared at him, then pressed her right fist against her forehead and struck her left palm hard—this is the sign language meaning "idiot".
"I understand, you're insulting me."
He had a naturally amorous appearance; his eyes sparkled when he smiled, and when he looked directly at someone, it always gave the illusion that they were cherished by him.
Yu Jiamu smiled and bent down, getting very close so that her breath could faintly touch Yu Jiamu's face.
"Are you naturally short-tempered, or are you only special to me?"
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