It turned out that she saw him again before Monday.

It's Sunday.

Shopping malls, food courts.

"What to eat?"

Fu Jie scanned the QR code for ordering on the table, quickly read the circled menu, and was about to hand over the phone when he discovered that Sheng Yuan, who was originally sitting opposite the table, was gone again.

Wait, again?

…

Sheng Yuan saw someone not far away.

Just like yesterday, he was still wearing minimalist white and black, but the difference was that he had a chocolate-colored plaid apron around his waist with the logo of a certain dessert shop embroidered on it in anime fonts. In his left hand, he was holding a tray filled with milk tea in small paper cups with lids.

He stood at the door of the dessert shop, with a straight figure, smooth and dark eyebrows, and a very high rate of turning heads. Many young girls were queuing up to get the milk tea in his hand. While queuing, they were blushing and whispering about something with their friends, secretly glancing at him from time to time.

It was clearly a product tasting event that required active solicitation of customers, but he made it look like a gift distribution scene.

Most of the girls who took the milk tea from him went into the shop door behind him.

——Visualization of conversion rate.

“It tastes really good.”

A girl was holding a small paper cup and praising it highly.

He nodded.

Instantly, the girl seemed to be greatly encouraged, her eyes sparkling, and she said, "I, I'll go in and buy some formal clothes!"

It's the next person's turn to get the milk tea.

Shi Yan stretched out his hand, but the other party didn't take it for a long time.

He raised his eyes and saw the person coming the next second. His expression froze, but it only lasted for half a second before his face returned to its cold expression.

Sheng Yuan lowered her thin white eyelids and looked at the milk tea that was handed to her.

Holding the edge of the small paper cup are two fingers. Even though they are wearing disposable transparent gloves, one can still see that they are thin and slender with distinct joints. The nails are round and clean, with a small white crescent on the nail surface with a healthy light red color.

As she stared at him for a long time, his two fingers slightly tensed, and the plastic gloves made a slight rustling sound.

Sheng Yuan looked at the dessert shop behind him, then at the apron around his waist.

It's already eight o'clock in the evening.

So your job as a claw machine operator at the arcade ended, and you came here to work part-time? Sheng Yuan asked, "Where's my recharge card?"

“…”

Shi Yan looked at her calmly and uttered two words, "Home."

He didn't understand why she asked this. She should know that he wouldn't have foreseen that they would meet her today, and they were not familiar with each other, so he naturally wouldn't carry her things with him.

"oh."

Sheng Yuan took the milk tea cup from his hand, turned around and left.

…

Fu Jie, who was making a lot of phone calls and was about to get up to go out to look for someone, saw Sheng Yuan coming back.

She walked in slowly, seeming to be holding something in her hand.

"Where have you been?"

After putting down his phone, Fu Jie looked a little hopeless.

Sheng Yuan placed the small paper cup in front of him.

"You went to buy milk tea?" Fu Jie stared in surprise, "And it's still this - mini?"

It's not enough to quench your thirst.

Sheng Yuan sat across from him and signaled with her eyes: “Drink it.”

Fu Jie picked up the cup as he was told and took a sip with half belief and half doubt.

Sheng Yuan asked: "Is it delicious?"

"oh."

She looked away with lack of interest.

Fu Jie: “…”

Did he say something wrong? Should he have said it tasted good?

The real reason was that he was imagining too much, and Sheng Yuan was just asking casually.

…

The classroom always seems to be in chaos before the Monday morning reading class begins.

Duan Yuwei stood on the podium urging the class representatives to collect the weekend homework. She glanced at the fourth group and caught a glimpse of the slender figure in a British school uniform lying on the desk in the last row of seats. Her eyes darkened.

"Zhang Wenqiang! What are you doing sitting here?" She said with some gnashing of teeth, implying something, "The class representative is collecting homework, don't you know to pass it back and forth to help lighten their workload?"

Zhang Wenqiang was confused when he was called: "Didn't I hand it in?"

"Passing it back and forth, don't you understand?"

"...Okay, okay, got it, dear study committee member," Zhang Wen answered loudly by the wall. When he turned around, he muttered sarcastically, "It's true that a higher-ranking official can crush a person."

When he turned around, his face had naturally changed into a smiling, friendly and amiable one.

"God of study, homework~"

After taking the test paper from Shi Yan, Zhang Wenqiang looked at the seat next to him again, bent his fingers, and knocked on the table very carefully, using the least amount of force.

"Hello, Sheng Yuan, it's time to hand in your homework."

Sheng Yuan raised her head from her arms.

He reached into the table, grabbed a few pieces of paper and handed them to Zhang Wenqiang, then lay down again.

Zhang Wenqiang took it with both hands and smiled, saying "thank you for your hard work", then looked down at the thing in his hand.

I went there and called out.

A blank! 1. Not a single word is written! …

Yan Qingyue is both the monitor of Class 1 and the Chinese class representative.

The first class after the morning reading class on Monday was the Chinese class taught by the homeroom teacher Li Yinghui. Li Yinghui only corrected one type of question each time and then explained it in class. As usual, Yan Qingyue came to the teacher's building to pick up the test papers before class.

As soon as she walked to the office door, she heard a stern and unhappy female voice from inside. It was Li Yinghui's voice.

"What's wrong with being from an aristocratic school? What's wrong with having a rich family?"

"I slept from the beginning to the end of the get out of class. I missed all the evening classes last week! I left as soon as the bell rang in the afternoon."

"Look, look, now it's even more outrageous. They dare to blatantly hand in a blank paper! It's really unreasonable!"

Another teacher nearby advised, "Teacher Li, calm down. They are not from our school after all. In less than half a month, all the exchange students from Tengya will go back."

Li Yinghui became angrier and angrier as she spoke. "How can I not be angry and anxious? Of course I don't care what happens to students from other schools, but I'm afraid her outrageous behavior will corrupt the children in our class. I wouldn't have known until I asked around. It's true that her grades were terrible when she was in Tengya."

"He is good-looking, but he is totally uneducated!"

Li Yinghui was so angry that she stood in front of the desk with her hands on her hips.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

"Teacher Li."

Along with the delicate knock on the door, a female voice as gentle as water rang out.

Li Yinghui paused, turned her head, and the fierce look on her face disappeared immediately. Her voice softened, "It's Qingyue."

"Teacher, I'm here to get the corrected homework."

"Come in."

When Yan Qingyue left with the test paper in her arms, she could faintly hear Li Yinghui's voice behind her.

"Both are girls. If Sheng Yuan from Tengya could be half as good as Qingyue from our class, she would be great."