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The food queue moved very slowly. Nanqing noticed that he would occasionally glance down at his watch and then turn his head to look at her.
She didn't avoid it.
When he looked over, she met his eyes directly.
When it was finally his turn, Song Beiting, who usually ate a simple diet, ordered a lot of meat and vegetables this time.
Sweet and sour pork ribs, three-cup chicken, steamed fish, mapo tofu, and stir-fried shrimp with green beans.
When I saw those beautifully colored scrambled eggs with tomatoes, I specifically chose one with more eggs.
After filling his plate to the brim, he quickly carried it back.
When she returned to her seat with her tray, she noticed that there were many more people around her, and they were all looking in her direction, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
But Nan Qing, who was in his seat, seemed not to see it. He smiled when he saw the sumptuous meal in front of him.
"So lavish?"
"Um."
"Try it. If you don't like it, I'll go buy something else."
Nan Qing picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, put it in her mouth, her eyes lit up, and she nodded.
I must say, it tastes pretty good.
Because of rumors that the domineering senior and their aloof campus heartthrob were eating in the third cafeteria, even though it was past lunchtime, many students were still heading there, so the number of people in the cafeteria increased rather than decreased.
Students kept passing by their table, and some even held up their phones in the distance pretending to take selfies, but the cameras were clearly pointed at their table.
Despite being stared at by so many people, Nan Qing didn't feel uncomfortable at all. It's normal for college students to love joining in the fun.
She simply glanced at Song Beiting across from her.
"I've noticed a lot of female classmates are secretly watching you. It seems you're quite famous at Tsinghua and Peking Universities."
Song Beiting stopped picking up food, frowned, glanced around, and for some unknown reason, began to explain to Nan Qing:
"I don't know any female classmates."
"Don't you know any female classmates?"
"Um."
Seemingly realizing his words were somewhat abrupt, he added, "I don't know many male classmates either..."
This is indeed the truth. During his two years of university, he did not live on campus and, apart from necessary club activities, he hardly participated in any social activities.
He usually tutors at home and has other part-time jobs on weekends. His life revolves around school, home, and his workplace, and he rarely even has any casual acquaintances.
He looked up at Nan Qing, whose hair was so exquisitely styled, and the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed.
He cherished this close encounter with her. They were from two different worlds, and he didn't know if he was qualified to see her again.
Seeing the emotional fluctuations of the person opposite her, Nan Qing didn't offer any words of comfort or inquiry, but simply said:
"Would you like to come to my company and become one of my artists?"
"artist?"
"Yes, the Ning Group has a media company under its umbrella. Your appearance is a great advantage and you are very suitable for a career in the entertainment industry."
Looking into her eyes, Song Beiting could tell that she was serious.
But... was she only talking to him because of his face?
Song Beiting lowered his eyelashes, a hint of hurt flashing in his eyes.
He had seen too many such gazes—amazed, infatuated, greedy—and it all felt utterly tasteless.
But soon, an absurd idea popped into his head uncontrollably.
If she also thinks she's good-looking, does that mean he can at least use his face to briefly hold her attention, or even... keep attracting her forever?
The thought made his throat tighten, and his heart pounded violently in his chest, a mixture of shame and secret excitement coursing through him.
"I can't act."
He looked up at her, his voice low and tentative.
Nan Qing smiled and said, "I will arrange for someone to teach you. Trust me, you will become an outstanding international film star."
Signing him into his company is Nan Qing's mission in this world.
This is also the path that the chosen ones of this world must take.
Song Beiting was slightly taken aback when he heard her words.
The person opposite me had a smile on their face, and their eyes were beautiful, like morning dew or stars in the night sky.
No matter what she says, I will believe it.
In truth, reason told him that he should refuse; his thinking was morbid, and the gods in the heavens were not something he could pursue.
But some almost instinctive impulse made him nod as if possessed.
After leaving the cafeteria, the two wandered around the campus for a long time, sat in the library, and even climbed the old clock tower behind the chemistry building.
In front of the gates of Tsinghua and Peking Universities, Nan Qing stopped and looked at Song Beiting beside her.
"May I have your name."
Song Beiting then realized that she didn't even know her own name.
"Song Beiting".
"My name is Song Beiting."
He stood ramrod straight, his dark eyes fixed on her, speaking clearly, hoping she would remember him forever.
“Song, Bei, Ting”.
Nan Qing repeated softly, her red lips moving as she broke down the three words with exceptional clarity.
“I understand,”
"Song Beiting, see you tomorrow."
After saying that, Nan Qing left.
Song Beiting stood there until the car disappeared from sight. He took out his phone and stared blankly at the WeChat message with the alpaca icon.
He didn't realize it when they were together, but after she left, Song Beiting felt a little dazed, as if everything that had happened today was unreal.
If it weren't for this WeChat message, he might have thought he was dreaming again.
After meeting her at the auction that day, he often took detours to pass by the Ning Group building, but he never managed to run into her.
They are like two parallel lines, seemingly destined never to intersect again.
But today, not only did he see her again, they also ate together in the cafeteria, strolled around campus side by side, exchanged contact information, and even made plans to visit her tomorrow...
He stared at the alpaca icon for a few seconds, then, almost unconsciously, opened the notes section and typed in, word by word:
Ning Nanqing
After typing it out, I felt it was too unfamiliar, so I deleted it and typed it again:
【Nanqing】
I still felt it wasn't right, so in the end I just left a "q" and pinned it to the top.
Song Beiting was in a good mood all day. After finishing his part-time job in the evening, he listened to Nan Qing's advice and quit. Even before he got home, the smile on his lips hadn't completely disappeared.
However, this good mood came to an abrupt end the moment she opened the door to her home.
The room was filled with the heavy smell of alcohol as always. His father, Song Zhiqiang, was slumped on the sofa, squinting at him drunkenly.
"You brat... coming home so late?"
"Where's the money? Give me the money you have on you!"
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