With a chuckle, Shen Zhizhu laughed in her heart. It seemed that this old lady was quite interesting. Now she realized that the old lady just liked to make jokes.

In fact, he is not worried that his son will not have a wife in the future, he just likes to play with some young girls.

I do like pretty girls.

Zheng Xingyun was a little confused by the question. He stood there in a daze and answered subconsciously.

"Not yet, not yet. My mother said that my age is the best for studying, so she told me to finish my studies first before doing anything else."

Shen Zhizhu raised his thumb from behind.

【Auntie is wise.】

"Well, you have to study hard, but you can also find someone who is considerate and can take care of you and talk to you. That's also good."

Zheng Xingyun was about to refuse when he heard the proprietress continue.

"You just said that Auntie's Mandarin is so good, right? That's all because my son taught me well. My son is so tall, and he's also a handsome guy with a good temper. When he comes back in a couple of days, I'll introduce him to you."

The old lady happily pulled Zheng Xingyun, and the look in her eyes when she looked at him was exactly the same as when she looked at Shen Zhizhu just now, so sincere.

Of course, the aunt would not only favor Zheng Xingyun, but also give her eyes to all the little girls who came in.

"You guys stay here for a few days. You all have to come when the time comes. You're all little girls. I like you all. Hahahaha."

Shen Zhizhu glanced at the boss sitting in the corner, who seemed to be the husband of this lady. He looked as if he was used to it. He would glance over at her from time to time, then look away with his eyes narrowed.

It seems to be saying 'disgraceful'.

They didn't know what to say and just laughed awkwardly. Among all the people, only the boss lady looked calm and was not affected at all.

"Auntie, how much does it cost for makeup here? We'll do some too."

After seeing Shen Zhizhu's makeup, they were also very moved and wanted the same style. Naturally, the aunt agreed and accepted everyone who came.

"There are so many of you. I'll give you a discount. One dollar per person."

The old lady brought Zheng Xingyun to sit on a chair and started her work. When putting on makeup, the old lady was very quiet and serious, which was completely different from the enthusiasm she had just shown when she was pulling people.

The little girls were stunned.

Shen Zhizhu quietly retreated and sat at the door, enjoying the sunshine outside, which felt particularly warm on his body.

The location she picked was very good, half in the sun and half in the shade, just right for her to put the notebook in the shade without being glaring.

She could see the situation in the store by turning her head, which was the best position.

Shen Zhizhu sketched roughly on the notebook. What he drew was not clothes or anything architectural, but small leaves growing next to the store.

It is green and very translucent under the sunlight, and has a particularly powerful feel.

She was immersed in the world of painting and observing the grass, and did not notice that a group of familiar figures walked in from the other side of the bridge. If she had seen them, she probably would not care too much and would at most go into the store to avoid them.

Yes, the people coming towards us were Yu Yaner and others. They were originally strolling outside and were looking for a place to eat.

One of the followers pointed at Shen Zhizhu and said to Yu Yaner.

"Miss, isn't that Shen Zhizhu who always opposes you? Why is he sitting there alone?"

Another follower snorted coldly, obviously disliking Shen Zhizhu very much. Not only was his tone full of disgust, he even tried to please Yu Yaner.

"It's really a waste of effort. You protected that liar in front of so many people, but he still didn't want to be with you. You are so self-indulgent. You deserve to be alone."

"Why does she always hang out by herself, or with her roommate or the guy from the next school? How could anyone be so kind as to invite her to join them?"

They thought that Shen Zhizhu was just strolling around the town alone. The town wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. He looked lonely when he was alone and surrounded by groups of people.

"The clothes she's wearing look somewhat similar to the ones from the store our young lady gave us last night. Could it be that she bought them herself?"

"She's willing to do this. Isn't she just trying to show off?"

"Hahahaha, I think it's possible."

The little followers burst into laughter, thinking that the clothes on Shen Zhizhu could not have been bought by themselves. If so, then what was the difference between Shen Zhizhu and the rest of them?

Aren't they all the kind of people who are just trying to show off their wealth? What qualifications do they have to stand against me and act like they are not affected by the world?

As both were children from poor families, why could Shen Zhizhu be so carefree and remain neither humble nor arrogant when facing Yu Yaner?

And they can only become the little followers of the brain-dead young lady, constantly belittling themselves to improve Yu Yan'er?

Therefore, they don't like Shen Zhizhu, because compared with Shen Zhizhu, what they do is too shameful.

"What is she doing alone with her head down?"

Yu Yan'er listened to the words that belittled Shen Zhizhu, but at this moment, she was more curious about the fact that Shen Zhizhu had been in that posture for a long time, looking at the ground from time to time, and then making a few strokes on the notebook.

"Could it be that you have a new inspiration?"

Thinking of this, Yu Yan'er couldn't sit still. She was now a little sensitive when it came to designing clothes. Seeing Shen Zhizhu having inspiration was more painful than killing her.

She wanted to see if there was anything there that could inspire her.

"Go up and take a look."

Yu Yan'er was holding up the hem of her skirt and was about to walk over in a domineering manner, but then she thought of something, put down her skirt, and walked in front of Shen Zhizhu leisurely in a very ladylike manner.

Shen Zhizhu, who was painting, was not just painting the grass. She also carefully depicted the stones, tiles, and cracks around the grass.

Feeling something blocking the light ahead, she looked up in confusion.

"Wow, so pretty, is it still Shen Zhizhu?"

"Could it be that we made a mistake?"

Because Shen Zhizhu usually dressed casually and rarely dressed up nicely to go to class, so the moment she looked up, she surprised them.

Even Yu Yan'er did not escape. After being stunned for a moment, she came to her senses and first read the contents of Shen Zhizhu's notebook, and then she felt relieved.

Then he asked in confusion.

"You sat here for so long, and all you did was draw a blade of grass?"