Seeing him deep in thought, Cheng Ke immediately concluded, "It's obviously a half-hearted relationship."
Xiao Xin took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled white smoke: "...I guess so."
Cheng Ke, with a serious expression, suggested, "If you want the other person to be sincere, Brother Xin, shouldn't you put in a little more effort?"
Xiao Xin: "Which way?"
Cheng Ke picked up the bag of pistachios from the table, slowly peeled them, and threw them into Cheng Ai's small plate next to her.
Cheng Ai smiled at him and said, "Thank you, brother!"
Cheng Ke glanced at Cheng Ai, then looked at Xiao Xin: "Now do you understand?"
Xiao Xin glanced at Cheng Ai, who looked delighted: "Peel some pistachios for him?"
Cheng Ke lowered his head, rubbed his forehead, stood up, walked around the two of them, and plopped down next to Xiao Xin.
He put his arm around Xiao Xin's shoulder and sighed, seemingly with regret: "For Brother Xin's sake, I'll still give you a couple of pointers. First, to win someone's heart, you must first win their stomach. Understand their preferences, then start with those preferences, and over time..."
At this point, Cheng Ke clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Isn't that it?"
"How long will it take?" Xiao Xin asked.
Cheng Ke raised an eyebrow: "Are you in a hurry?"
"A little."
"..." Cheng Ke didn't know what to say, so he chose to keep quiet.
After thinking for a moment, Cheng Ke still said, "This varies from person to person; you should decide for yourself."
Xiao Xin frowned, stubbed out his cigarette, and suddenly realized that Cheng Ai's suggestion was more reliable.
Fast, accurate, and steady.
Xiao Xin returned to his car, thought about it, and decided to try Cheng Ke's suggestion first, just to be on the safe side.
He picked up his phone and glanced at the electronic information about Fu Yan.
Do you like eating...mangoes?
Xiao Xin's eyes darkened; he happened to be allergic to mangoes.
Unexpectedly, Fu Yan's preferences were the opposite of his own, even his allergies were the opposite.
…
The second class happened to be Feng Lu's least favorite class, so he simply pulled Fu Yan, who was also uninterested, aside to dawdle.
Seeing that Fu Yan looked listless, as if he hadn't slept well, he poked Fu Yan's elbow with his pen.
Fu Yan gave him a cold look, indicating that he didn't want to pay attention to him.
Feng Lu wasn't discouraged and moved a little closer to him, asking, "Didn't you sleep well last night? What were you doing?"
Fu Yan moved closer to the window, disliking Feng Lu being so close to him.
Seeing his dejected expression, Feng Lu's eyes darted around, and her mind raced.
He didn't get any closer to Fu Yan, but instead asked from a distance in a low voice, "Did your brother reject you after you failed to confess your feelings yesterday?"
Fu Yan's gaze was like a sharp blade, sweeping straight at him: "I'm warning you one more time, shut up."
Seeing that he was getting anxious, Feng Lu composed herself: "Fine, I was originally going to teach you how to pursue someone? Since you don't want to listen, then forget it."
As he spoke, he slumped onto the table, his eyes blankly fixed on the professor's incessant chatter on the podium.
Fu Yan and Feng Lu were positioned towards the back, so the teacher usually wouldn't see them slacking off.
Of course, some teachers might see it but not care.
Fu Yan glanced at the lecturer, then at Feng Lu, who was slumped over and dozing off, and carefully poked Feng Lu's arm with his pen: "You just said you'd teach me how to woo someone..."
Feng Lu looked at him, a slight smile playing on her lips: "What, you want to learn again?"
Fu Yan withdrew his hand, pursed his lips, and nodded in response.
"Beg me." Feng Lu said with a smug look on his face.
Fu Yan crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair: "Teach me or don't, it's up to you."
It's impossible to ask someone for help.
Seeing his arrogant demeanor, Feng Lu teased him, "You look too submissive right now, you're likely to be turned on."
Fu Yan's temple suddenly throbbed: "What do you mean by 'receive' and 'rebel'?"
"You didn't know that?" Feng Lu was somewhat surprised, her face full of disbelief. "Are you pretending?"
His voice was so loud that it even drowned out the lecturer's voice.
Everyone's eyes turned curiously toward the window, with expressions of onlookers eager to see what was going on.
Feng Lu stood up, bowed, and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Professor, please continue, hehe, please continue..."
The lecturer adjusted his glasses, said nothing more, and continued lecturing.
After Feng Lu sat down, he looked at Fu Yan with a resentful expression.
Fu Yan looked completely bewildered by his gaze and feigned innocence, saying, "I really don't know."
Feng Lu saw the foolishness in his clear eyes and began to believe him.
Then he took out his tablet from his bag, glanced around, and only after confirming that no one was paying attention to them did he boldly show the contents of the tablet to Fu Yan.
They were sitting in the back row, in a blind spot for the surveillance cameras.
Feng Lu showed him a colored comic book.
Fu Yan slowly scrolled through the screen, his vision filled with blush-inducing images.
After watching for a short while, he was so embarrassed that his whole body turned red from his neck to the roots of his ears.
The more Fu Yan read, the more his blood boiled, and his face turned so red it looked like it could bleed.
He placed the tablet face down on the table, breathing heavily, his chest heaving rapidly.
Seeing his sudden agitation, Feng Lu frowned in confusion: "Look how excited you are, are you still a virgin?"
“You…” Fu Yan felt a lump in his throat and couldn’t utter a complete sentence for a long time.
He pushed the tablet towards Feng Lu, covering his face with his hands, not wanting to look at him.
While reading the comics, Fu Yan's mind was filled with thoughts of him and Xiao Xin.
But they were in class, and Fu Yan needed to calm down.
In that instant, he suddenly regretted it...
I wish I hadn't watched it.
He only found out about those things now.
Feng Lu could tell that Fu Yan was filled with regret even without looking at his face.
He took out his WeChat account and pushed it to Fu Yan's side: "Let's add each other on WeChat. We can discuss any questions you may have."
Fu Yan was slightly taken aback, lowered her hand, and looked at him questioningly: "Are you sure you can teach me something useful? It won't be the same kind as before, will it..."
Feng Lu said impatiently, "Fine, if you don't like it, I won't send it to you. Add me on WeChat and I'll send you some useful information..."
Fu Yan looked at him with disbelief.
Feng Lu sighed helplessly, "I really won't send you the one from before."
Fu Yan then took out his phone and added Feng Lu on WeChat.
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After class, Fu Yan and Xiao Xin arranged to have lunch near the school.
Xiao Xin noticed that from the moment he picked up Fu Yan, Fu Yan never looked him in the eye.
Moreover, once they made eye contact, Fu Yan's ears would immediately turn red, and he would start to stutter.
For example, when Xiao Xin choked on his water, Fu Yan accidentally touched his finger while handing him a tissue. Fu Yan reacted as if he had been electrocuted and immediately pulled his hand away.
Xiao Xin looked at his face, which was almost buried in the bowl, and wondered what had happened to Fu Yan to make him like this.
Could it be because of the separate rooms we slept in yesterday...?
Thinking of this, Xiao Xin subconsciously called out to Fu Yan, "Little dog?"
Fu Yan trembled uncontrollably, and the comic book that Feng Lu had shown him suddenly appeared in his mind.
He suddenly looked up at Xiao Xin: "Wh-what collar?"
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