As she walked to the glass door, she suddenly turned back as if she remembered something: "Oh right, I had someone replace Lin Yanran's fake porcelain plate with a real one."
Su Jingshu suddenly looked up at her.
“After all,” Yu Jiuyuan smiled innocently, “he needs something real to keep him from wandering around the banquet, right?”
The glass door closed behind her, blocking Su Jingshu's shocked gaze.
Yu Jiuyuan carried the insulated container on the way to the teaching building. The afternoon sun shone on the container, reflecting a dazzling light.
The system panel popped up in her mind, and Ji Luoqin's emotional fluctuations changed again, from 95% negative to 10% positive.
Meanwhile, Lin Yanran's positive mood quietly rose to 25.
She recalled Su Jingshu's terrified expression in the greenhouse earlier and suddenly felt a little bored.
Such chess pieces are far too easily frightened.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a message from Ji Nianqin: [Yuanyuan, are you sure you want to choose Xie Zhecheng as your dance partner for the banquet?]
Yu Jiuyuan looked at the message and stopped downstairs at the student council office.
At the second-floor window, Xie Zhecheng was standing there reading documents. His profile looked particularly aloof in the sunlight, and his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses seemed to sweep over unintentionally.
She glanced down and replied to a message: "Who says you can only have one dance partner?"
When the notification popped up that the message had been successfully sent, she carried the thermos into the office building.
The numbers on the elevator chart jumped before my eyes, from 1 to 3, and then to 5.
Three more days.
Three days later, the meticulously planned banquet will begin.
And she will be the most elegant hunter, watching all her prey walk step by step into the poisoned bait she has laid.
As the elevator doors opened, Yu Jiuyuan bumped into Rong Shenghan coming out of his office.
He was holding a dinner program in his hand, and his eyes flickered slightly when he saw the thermos in her hand.
"Did you stew pears?" he asked, his tone carrying just the right amount of concern.
"Yes, Miss Su gave it to me." Yu Jiuyuan handed him the thermos, smiling sweetly. "Help me get rid of it. The contents are useless to me now."
Rong Shenghan took the thermos, felt the temperature of the container with his fingertips, and replied softly, "Okay."
As he turned and walked toward the tea room, Yu Jiuyuan watched his retreating figure and suddenly remembered Su Jingshu's desperate eyes from earlier.
How pitiful.
She thought about it absentmindedly.
Unfortunately, in this game of domestication, the poor ones don't live long.
The office clock struck three, reminding people that half the afternoon had passed.
Yu Jiuyuan walked to her seat and sat down, flipping through the guest list for the banquet on the table, her fingertip lightly tapping Ji Luoqin's name.
The game is getting more and more interesting.
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