Chapter 13 If you want my contact information, give it to me.
"Do you think the class monitor will agree?" Wu Feng asked, looking at the figure standing next to Wen Jiu's desk.
"You never know. Zhou You may be shameless, but he does have a decent face," Su Shun analyzed seriously. After finishing his analysis, he tentatively asked the person next to him, "What do you think, Brother Chuan?"
"What?"
Will the class monitor agree?
Zhou Yanchuan gave a slight twitch of his lips, as if he were just casually replying, but he spoke with certainty: "No."
"Why?"
He didn't explain why, he just gestured for us to look.
As they were talking, Zhou You returned with his head down.
Wu Feng leaned closer: "What do you mean?"
"No chance."
"I know it's hopeless, but I mean, how were you rejected?"
"..."
"I asked if you could give me your contact information."
"Then what?"
"Then she said no."
"puff."
Someone couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Is it that straightforward?"
“Ugh,” Zhou You pulled out a chair and sat down, “it completely stunned me.”
The group burst into laughter.
A hint of a smile appeared in Zhou Yanchuan's eyes.
The boy slumped in his chair, looking utterly dejected: "I finally met someone I liked, but she won't give me a chance at all."
“You never know,” Su Shun suddenly chimed in.
Zhou You's eyes lit up, and he sat up straight again: "What do you mean?"
"Have your parents take you to get plastic surgery, so you can look like Brother Chuan."
Another burst of laughter followed.
Zhou You laughed and kicked Su Shun, who had said those words, saying, "Get out of here."
“Seriously,” Su Shun said, carrying her tray and trying to hide near Zhou Yanchuan, “if you had that kind of nerve, you wouldn’t be afraid of not getting his contact information.”
"The key is not that it doesn't exist."
Su Shun smiled, then looked at Zhou Yanchuan, half-jokingly and half-probingly: "Brother, why don't you give it a try?"
"Try what?"
"Try asking for their contact information."
Before Zhou Yanchuan could speak, a boy chimed in, "Brother Chuan is definitely capable."
At this point, some people started to stir up trouble.
"How about we make a bet?"
I'll bet you.
The boys weren't speaking loudly, but from the moment they sat down, everyone's attention was on them.
Hearing Zhou Yanchuan mentioned now, everyone turned their heads even further.
Some people also turned their attention to the girl by the window.
Lin Meng leaned closer and whispered, "What should we do?"
"What?"
"What if Zhou Yanchuan comes over later?"
Wen Jiu paused for a moment while picking up food with her chopsticks, then continued, "No, it won't happen."
"What do you mean, 'can't'? Isn't Zhou Yanchuan coming?"
"Um."
Why?
"Because he's not the kind of person who would ask for a girl's contact information just because of a bet."
Wen Jiu blurted out, but when she met the girl's probing gaze, she realized that she had spoken with a bit too certainty.
Lin Meng had sensed something was off since the last fight, but seeing that the girl didn't seem inclined to talk about it, she didn't dare to ask.
Furthermore, concluding that the two know each other based on a fight seems a bit too hasty.
Hearing her say that now, I started to feel that something was wrong.
Wen Jiu pursed her lips, wanting to explain something, when suddenly a commotion broke out beside her.
Zhou Yanchuan stood up from his chair.
Upon seeing this, Lin Meng completely forgot what had happened just a second ago.
"Aaaaaah, deskmate, Zhou Yanchuan is here!"
Wen Jiu stared in disbelief as the person who got up from the chair and slowly walked towards them stood there.
She didn't expect Zhou Yanchuan to come.
Even as the person stood right in front of him, his face still held that blank expression.
Zhou Yanchuan would never normally do something like this.
But if it were Wen Jiu, he would think about it for no reason.
He walked up to the person and looked down at them.
The girl tilted her head back, her eyes clear and bright, slightly dazed, lost in thought.
Zhou Yanchuan smiled slightly and tapped his finger on the table.
"classmate."
Wen Jiu trembled, and her gaze slowly returned to focus.
The people in the aisle stood with one hand in their pockets, their posture relaxed and casual.
Her eyes sparkled with a subtle light, her lips were slightly upturned, and she exuded an irreverent and carefree aura.
This is clearly an attempt to bully her.
Wen Jiu pursed her lips, remained silent, and simply looked at him.
Zhou Yanchuan took in the girl's aggrieved expression, his smile deepening: "Don't be afraid, I won't bully you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the group of boys behind him started to jeer.
Those unaware of the situation sound gentle and doting.
But in reality, isn't he just bullying her right now?
She clenched her fingers and glanced at him.
Zhou Yanchuan couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.
Knowing she couldn't escape now, Wen Jiu finally spoke up: "Is there something you need?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to ask—"
"inconvenient."
She interrupted him directly.
Zhou Yanchuan stopped talking, looked down at her with a smile, and said, "I haven't said what it is yet."
“Nothing is convenient,” Wen Jiu blurted out.
As if anticipating her response, Zhou Yanchuan chuckled lightly, "And this one?"
Wen Jiu lowered her eyes and watched him take a card out of his pocket and push it to her side.
She looked in the direction of the ID card and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.
I looked up and met those teasing eyes that seemed to ask, "What are you thinking about?"
The boys behind looked at each other in bewilderment when they saw the ID card on the table.
"When did Brother Chuan pick up someone's ID card?"
"I don't know?"
Wen Jiu blinked, paused for a few seconds, and realized that she had been tricked.
Knowing she would misunderstand, I deliberately staged this scene.
She looked up and glared at him.
Seeing this, Zhou Yanchuan's lips curled up slightly: "It's nothing, no need to thank me."
"..."
Wen Jiu got up to leave.
But the person next to him suddenly spoke up, "However."
He leaned forward slightly and placed his other hand on the table.
The two suddenly became very close.
Wen Jiu's expression froze.
The surrounding area also became noticeably chaotic.
Two or three tables away, the person next to Qiao Qingxue turned her head to look: "Who is that girl opposite Zhou Yanchuan? I've never seen her before."
Qiao Qingxue's gaze lingered on Zhou Yanchuan for a long time before she looked at the girl sitting in the chair.
I glanced at it once, then looked away without really caring.
She's not his type.
Wen Jiu stood frozen in place, not daring to move or even blink, just staring blankly at the person who had suddenly approached.
Zhou Yanchuan was also looking at her. After a few seconds of silence, for some reason, he suddenly smiled.
Wen Jiu's eyelashes trembled slightly.
My heart felt as if it had been burned by that smile.
Just then, a voice filled with laughter came from beside me: "If you want my contact information, you can have it too."
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