On Monday, Shi Qian and Meng Qing left for class together. Shi Qian believed that after their conversation over a bowl of noodles last weekend, their relationship had undergone a qualitative change.
At least now Shi Qian doesn't avoid Meng Qing anymore. Meng Qing takes care of Shi Qian as usual, but doesn't go too far. Since Shi Qian got over her awkwardness, she feels much more comfortable with Meng Qing.
The two left the dormitory one after the other, preparing to go for breakfast. As soon as they opened the door, they saw Fu Xiuhan posing for a photo at the entrance.
In the dead of winter, Fu Xiuhan wore a thin trench coat, which made his broad shoulders and long legs look like he was walking a fashion show.
Meng Qing glanced at it and told Shi Qian to wrap the scarf properly. Shi Qian looked at Fu Xiuhan's nose, which was a little red from the cold, and wrapped the scarf around it an extra time.
Seeing that the two of them had been talking to themselves for a long time and hadn't paid any attention to him, Fu Xiuhan couldn't help but move closer.
"If you're cold, go back and put on some clothes." Meng Qing spoke first, and then Chao Jue inadvertently pushed Fu Xiuhan away from Shi Qian.
Fu Xiuhan was not discouraged and continued to pose coquettishly, "Shi Qian, look, what's different about me?" After saying that, he deliberately stroked his hair, which was still straight yesterday.
It wouldn't be hard for Shi Qian not to see it. "You curled your hair?"
"You guessed right! I'll treat you to dinner! Let's go!" Fu Xiuhan had originally planned to come and have breakfast with Shi Qian, but he was worried that Shi Qian would have already left, so he waited in the corridor early in the morning.
"Let's go, let's go, it's so cold outside." Fu Xiuhan had been posing for most of the day and was already soaked by the wind. He couldn't wait to go into the cafeteria to enjoy the warmth.
"If you're cold, go back and put on some clothes," Shi Qian said, echoing Meng Qing's words.
"No, I look good in this!" Fu Xiuhan wanted to say that he was dressing up for someone he liked, but he was afraid that if he said that directly, Shi Qian would be shy and ignore him, so he stopped himself in time.
Now that he had confirmed his feelings, he should make a good impression on the person he liked. Starting today, Fu Xiuhan decided to appear in front of Shi Qian in his best form!
When the group arrived at the cafeteria, Song Qi had already prepared breakfast at their usual seats and was waiting for them.
"Good morning." Shi Qian greeted Song Qi, and Meng Qing nodded to Song Qi as well.
Fu Xiuhan pulled over a chair for Shi Qian to sit on. After Shi Qian sat down, he tried to walk around to sit next to him, but found that Meng Qing had already sat down naturally.
...
Having no other choice, Fu Xiuhan sat down opposite Shi Qian and then piled things in front of him according to Shi Qian's preferences.
Shi Qian was speechless at Fu Xiuhan, wondering what this young master was up to. She had already told him a couple of days ago that he was healed and they were even, and that they shouldn't drag this matter out any further. Fu Xiuhan had nodded and agreed then, but today he was being all attentive again.
Song Qi merely glanced at Shi Qian and Fu Xiuhan, behaving as usual, and asked, "Xiuhan, why did you suddenly change your hairstyle?"
Fu Xiuhan got really excited. He immediately leaned over to Shi Qian, as if to show off, and said, "Look, we have matching headbands!"
Song Qi: ...
Meng Qing: ...
Shi Qian: ...
"Looks good, right! I specifically copied your hairstyle and the hairdresser's description, isn't it exactly the same?"
Shi Qian's inner thoughts: There's really no need for that.
"Whatever you like." It's someone else's hair, so Shi Qian can't be so nosy.
“They’re still different. Shi Qian has naturally curly hair.” Meng Qing, who hadn’t spoken until now, suddenly added.
Meng Qing was a little bothered by the word "couple" in Fu Xiuhan's words. When did Shi Qian agree to date him? It was just a forced arrangement.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the group returned to the classroom. As soon as they entered, they saw Shi Yan sitting in a seat across the aisle from them, surrounded by bags and packages of gifts.
Upon seeing Meng Qing and Fu Xiuhan, they immediately came over to greet them.
"You've arrived?"
"I brought you some gifts."
This is where Shi Yan's interpersonal skills lie. Whenever he goes to other places to participate in competitions or travel, he often "casually" prepares some gifts for his classmates.
At first, everyone was embarrassed to accept the gift, but Shi Yan persuaded them that it wasn't expensive and that it was all from his heart. He took a gift box and walked up to Fu Xiuhan. At that time, he had just managed to exchange a few words with Fu Xiuhan because of the piece he had played, so he mustered up his courage and handed the gift to Fu Xiuhan.
Fu Xiuhan hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted Shi Yan's gift. Seeing that Fu Xiuhan had accepted it, everyone happily thanked Shi Yan, praising him for his good looks and kind heart, and complimenting him on how wonderful the gift was.
Shi Yan quickly won over most of his classmates. They had thought that someone as rich as Shi Yan would be as unapproachable as Fu Xiuhan, but they were surprised to find that he was so easy to get along with.
Shi Yan is the youngest student in the class besides Shi Qian. Because he is good at interpersonal relationships, he quickly became the class's darling, and everyone took good care of him in both his studies and daily life.
When Shi Yan returned this time, as usual, he prepared gifts for everyone. Everyone took what they were entitled to, and Shi Yan picked out the gifts that he had prepared separately for Meng Qing and Fu Xiuhan.
Shi Yan gave Fu Xiuhan a pair of gloves. He had thought it through and decided not to give Fu Xiuhan anything too expensive, as that might make him seem too obsequious. Besides, Fu Xiuhan was so rich, what good things hadn't he seen?
“I knitted these myself. The shop owner said that this kind of silk thread is light and warm, which is most suitable for the weather in Yancheng. I learned how to knit them and made a pair of gloves for you.”
Shi Yan casually revealed the bandage wrapped around his finger, almost implying that the injury on his hand was sustained while knitting these gloves.
Just as Fu Xiuhan was about to ask, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
[Now you've got Fu Xiuhan wrapped around your little finger, haven't you?]
[You should feel sorry for me now that you see the band-aid on my hand, right? I'm so clever!]
Fu Xiuhan was completely confused. Who was talking? Did anyone just speak? He glanced around and saw that there were only a few of them around, and everyone was silent.
But listening carefully, it seemed to be... it seemed to be Shi Yan's voice. Fu Xiuhan stared at Shi Yan's mouth curiously for a few seconds.
Shi Yan saw Fu Xiuhan staring at his face with deep affection, and pretended to be shy as he turned his head away.
"You're infatuated with me now, aren't you! I'll make you swoon, you stupid rich kid."
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A stupid rich kid? Me? This was the first time Fu Xiuhan had ever heard anyone call him that.
To confirm whether the voice truly belonged to Shi Yan, Fu Xiuhan asked, "Did you weave this yourself?"
To Shi Yan, this sounded like a necessary question Fu Xiuhan asked before being moved, and he nodded shyly.
"Bullshit, I can knit. Knitting this stuff would drive me crazy!"
How can something you watched the embroiderer weave not be considered weaving?
[That idiot Fu Xiuhan must be incredibly touched. Every time he sees these gloves, he'll think of me!]
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