Chapter 43 I miss him, why isn't he replying to my messages?
In the dim light, the light from the phone illuminated the girl's delicate and pretty face.
Wen Jiu stared at the newly sent voice message, her fingertip hovering two centimeters above it, but she hesitated to tap it. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally tapped it lightly.
When the pause button on the white bubble turned into play, she instinctively held her breath.
The voice a second before the recording was the voice of the surrounding classmates, with a slight hissing sound in the background.
She had never been so focused; her ears were perked up, as if afraid of missing anything.
When Zhou Yanchuan's voice rang out, she unconsciously touched her slightly dry lips with her finger.
Unlike his usual nonchalant tone, he pronounced every word clearly.
"Don't leave after this is over."
*
Su Shun, watching the person who had been scrolling through their phone since the beginning, couldn't help but ask, "Brother, why are you so concerned about who the class monitor likes?"
Zhou Yanchuan didn't even lift his eyelids, his voice trailing off lazily, "You wouldn't care if your cabbage was eaten by a pig?"
“White,” Su Shun was taken aback by the question, then laughed after a couple of seconds, “I’ll accept it if you say the class monitor is a cabbage, but what if that person isn’t a pig?”
Hearing this, Zhou Yanchuan raised his eyes and glanced at him, then slowly spoke:
"What else could it be but a pig rooting up cabbages?"
Su Shun's lips moved, and he realized that he couldn't refute these words.
"Moreover," Zhou Yanchuan suddenly stopped swiping the screen, as if he had thought of something, and scoffed lightly, "as for her taste."
The implication is that the person he likes wouldn't be a good person either.
Su Shun was taken aback by the person who said those words. Although the tone was sarcastic, it inexplicably felt indulgent. It was as if, even if one disliked her, one still liked her because it was her.
An idea inexplicably popped into his mind: there might be a Zhou Yanchuan they had never met before.
Su Shun had barely conceived of this idea when she immediately found it ridiculous.
Zhou Yanchuan has seen everything.
He's Zhou Yanchuan, a proud man at heart, how could he do something so subservient? His feelings for the class monitor are probably just a matter of long-standing friendship.
After all, anyone with eyes can see that these two people could not possibly have anything other than familial affection.
Thinking about all this, Su Shun suddenly remembered something, and he pulled his chair a little further to the left: "Brother, why did you and the class monitor pretend not to know each other at school?"
I was already upset, and I had finally managed to forget about it, but it was brought up again.
Zhou Yanchuan gave a cold sneer, his eyelids fluttering in an unusually indifferent tone: "Why do you talk so much?"
*
Wen Jiu didn't know if it was because of the glass of wine or the text message Zhou Yanchuan sent, but she felt dizzy and could barely think.
After she came out of the restroom, she returned to Lin Meng's side.
Lin Meng looked at the person with worry in her eyes. How could their face turn so red in just a few minutes?
"Hey deskmate, are you alright? Is anything bothering you?" she asked, leaning closer.
Wen Jiu touched her burning face and answered a beat late, "It's a little hot."
Are you drunk?
"without."
"Really?" Lin Meng didn't believe it, and quoted an ancient poem, "Tell me, what's the next line after 'Heaven has endowed me with talents, which must be put to use'?"
Wen Jiu was amused by the girl's question, "I'm really not drunk."
“Then you speak,” she said, cupping her hand like a microphone and placing it under her chin.
Wen Jiu smiled and echoed the girl's words: "Even if a fortune is spent, it will come back again."
"Looks like he's not that drunk," Lin Meng finally felt completely relieved after hearing this.
Wen Jiu smiled. She was a little dizzy, but she wouldn't call herself drunk. At least she was conscious and could still think about how to face Zhou Yanchuan later.
Thinking of Zhou Yanchuan, she silently lowered her head.
*
After the dinner party ended, Wen Jiu walked along a path. As soon as she reached the flower bed, she saw the person standing under the tree, and her pace slowed down involuntarily.
Zhou Yanchuan looked at the figure not far away, twitched his lips, and stood there idly watching her without any hurry.
What should have been a one-minute walk took Wen Jiu five minutes to complete.
As soon as she reached the person, a voice rang out from above: "Even an iron vat can walk faster than you."
"..."
The iron tank was used to raise turtles by Zhou Yanchuan.
Wen Jiu's face flushed slightly from the teasing, and she changed the subject: "What do you want from me?"
What do you think?
Wen Jiu didn't know exactly what he wanted to say, but she knew what it was related to.
Feeling a little flustered, she gave a vague answer: "I don't know."
"Don't you know?"
"Um."
Zhou Yanchuan didn't speak, but looked down at her.
The atmosphere was quiet.
Wen Jiu couldn't stand his gaze. She twisted her fingers around her clothes and endured it for a while before saying, "I..."
The moment she opened her mouth, a coat suddenly appeared on her shoulder, and a voice followed.
"Did he see you wearing a skirt?"
Wen Jiu paused for a moment, then nodded.
Zhou Yanchuan's gaze lingered on her face for two seconds: "What do you mean?"
"What?"
"Him?"
Zhou Yanchuan wanted to ask, "Did he praise you?"
Wen Jiu's head was spinning even more than it had been in the store. After a slow reaction, she said, "I didn't say."
Zhou Yanchuan seemed to realize something, and looked at her intently for a while. "A crush, huh?"
Wen Jiu remained silent.
"Is that person really that nice?"
She was so close to him that even if she only had a crush on him, she would avoid him to prevent him from misunderstanding.
Wen Jiu was taken aback by his question, paused for a moment, and then nodded again.
Zhou Yanchuan inexplicably wanted to curse, but he forced himself to hold it in: "How good is it?"
Wen Jiu looked up at him.
Under the moonlight, the raised eyes were dark and bright.
It was huge, but it was filled with him.
Zhou Yanchuan was unusually lost in thought.
The girl didn't say anything, she just looked at him.
After an unknown amount of time, he heard a gentle yet firm voice in his ear—
"very good."
The person was still watching him.
Zhou Yanchuan swallowed, feeling a strange sourness in his throat: "The kind where you can't help but like it?"
"Um."
His expression froze for a moment, then he chuckled lazily, "Good for you."
For some reason, even though the person in front of her was smiling, Wen Jiu felt a bitter taste in her mouth.
But she was too dizzy, and before she could even think about the reasons for those subtle emotions, the feelings dissipated.
"Zhou Yanchuan."
Wen Jiu felt that she must be drunk.
Otherwise, how could I dare to ask him, "Why are you asking me these things?"
Zhou Yanchuan looked at the person in front of him. The surrounding lights were too dim, so he didn't notice anything wrong with her. But when he heard her sweet, soft voice rising involuntarily, he pulled her under the light and realized that her face was unusually red.
He leaned down, his brow furrowing: "You've been drinking?"
"Just a little bit."
"It's also because of that person."
She shook her head, then nodded.
Zhou Yanchuan's expression turned even worse.
What kind of good person would make her drink alcohol?
Wen Jiu waved her phone and explained, "I was thinking about him, so I accidentally drank the wine instead of water."
The hand gripping the phone tightened its hold: "What are you thinking about him for?"
“I miss him…” Wen Jiu waved her hand.
Zhou Yanchuan leaned closer, feeling his warm breath on her ear. "You miss him. Why aren't you replying to my messages?"
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