17. That's just how she is, she only has a three-minute attention span.
Back at the restaurant, Mu Jia couldn't help but pick up the menu again. "Sister Yu Bing, I'd like to have another piece of cake."
Yuan Yubing assumed she just wanted dessert after dinner and didn't suspect anything. "Sure, you order, and order one for me too, the same one as yours."
Mu Jia carefully compared the menu and ordered two slices of raw chocolate mousse.
When she got home that night, she lay in bed, but for some reason, she couldn't sleep. The scene in the restaurant that night kept replaying in her mind like a movie.
Then I kept thinking about it, and to be honest, the raw chocolate mousse in the restaurant today was actually quite ordinary!
Unable to fall asleep, she tossed and turned, so she opened her phone, tapped the search bar of an app, typed in a few words, and a video titled "Chocolate Mousse Tutorial" appeared on the screen.
Yuan Mei enjoys baking in her spare time, and her home is always well-equipped with the necessary tools and ingredients. She can easily make even basic desserts like mousse cakes that don't even require an oven.
Mu Jia suddenly sprang up from the bed, grabbed her phone, and went into the kitchen.
After much deliberation, Lu Siming hesitated between eating the food himself and telling Mu Jia that he had already given it to her, and simply handing it over obediently. In the end, he chose the latter.
That would be awesome!
Although he knew that a fantasy is a fantasy precisely because the possibility of it coming true is slim...
But I still took advantage of the break between classes in the afternoon to run to the next class and call the person out.
Chu Chiyi didn't answer, but looked at him with some suspicion. "What does this mean?"
A few seconds of frozen silence hung between them.
A few seconds later, Lu Siming suddenly realized that the other party hadn't asked any questions like, "Why did she give me this?"
He looked at Chu Chiyi with some surprise, and couldn't help but wonder if it was because this guy had received so many advances from girls that he had become numb to it.
Seeing that the other party still didn't speak, he could only explain first, "Well, don't mind her. This girl has been spoiled by the elders in our family since she was little."
"That's just my personality. I want what I like, I'm straightforward and don't care about anything else, and I also really like to act on a whim."
Suddenly, the boy opposite him laughed, and after laughing, he reached out his hand to him.
"Huh?" Lu Siming didn't react at first. "What?"
Chu Chiyi lowered his head, his gaze falling on the box in his hand. "Wasn't it supposed to be for me?"
Another week passed. On Friday after school, Mu Jia was supposed to go to the second-year high school to wait for Lu Siming to finish his training camp. However, she still hadn't received any feedback on the task she had asked him to do a few days ago.
On the other hand, she didn't really want to see the person who was always with Lu Siming today, so she decided to wait at the school gate instead.
The first and second year high school students had been dismissed for more than an hour, and there was almost no one at the school gate.
She stood there listlessly, her gaze unobstructed, and then it unconsciously fell on the rather impressive display board not far away.
Pinghai is considered an autumn rainy area, with particularly heavy rainfall in autumn.
She suddenly noticed that the edges of the display board were stained with some sewage, probably from water splashed up when a car drove into the campus.
She hesitated for a few seconds, clutching her backpack strap, but still walked over, took out a pack of wet wipes from her backpack, and squatted down in front of the display board.
Mu Jia buried her head and wiped it a few times. Then she looked up and turned her neck, but her gaze unexpectedly met that of the person in the photo.
Her eyes flickered for a moment, but he looked at her with the same calm and indifferent expression as before.
Suddenly, she pouted at the photo, feeling a bit annoyed: "It occupies such a good exposure position and doesn't even smile more... What a waste of resources, what a disgrace to such a face! And it doesn't even say thank you, how rude!"
The boy in the photo didn't speak, but continued to look down at her. Perhaps it was due to the angle, but Mu Jia seemed to see a hint of untamed spirit in his eyes at that moment.
The next second, she suddenly raised her hand and gestured to his lips.
A damp wipe gently left a faint watermark.
The girl looked at the crescent-shaped wet mark and smiled first, "That's more like it!"
His voice suddenly rang in my ears again, "Not calling me 'brother' today? Are you threatening me?"
She looked away somewhat uncomfortably.
Did Lu Siming give him the things?
Did he want it?
But if he wanted it, why didn't Lu Siming take the initiative to tell her?
But even if we actually do take it, what does that prove?
If you don't want it, then it means...
She quickly clapped her hands, stood up, and saw Lu Siming walking towards her.
"What are you doing hiding there?" the boy asked as he approached.
She hid the two used wet wipes behind her back, saying, "I've been waiting for you! You're so slow!"
As autumn approaches, it gets dark earlier and earlier.
So even though there was no evening self-study session today, the house was still as dark as usual.
The boy's lips suddenly curled up slightly, because he could almost picture her expression when she said those words.
Most likely, it was the same thing that happened when she was squatting on the ground wiping that board tonight.
With his face held high, there was a mixture of focus, a hint of inquiry, and an unwavering determination, as if he were digging into a rut.
The lights came on, filling the entire space with light. He put down his schoolbag and went into the study next door.
There are flashing dots on the standby computer screen.
Perhaps due to the inconvenience of international long-distance calls, Song Xiuyu sent him an email directly.
The specific time of dispatch was two days ago, late at night in China.
Xiao Yi:
Have you been doing well lately? Please let your mother know if anything happens.
I am well, don't worry about me.
Wishing you a peaceful autumn.
Mother, Xiuyu
Song Xiuyu had been a visiting scholar abroad for many years, and her emails followed the standard diplomatic and academic communication style, with formal greetings at the beginning and end taking up more than half of the total word count.
After reading the last punctuation mark in the email, the boy's lips suddenly twitched coldly, and with a flick of his finger, he closed the interface.
Tell her everything.
What's the point of telling her? Are we expecting someone who hasn't been back to China for seven years to come back and solve the problem?
The laptop was slammed shut.
He stood up, returning to his original intention of entering the study, turned around, and pulled a brand-new black leather notebook from the bookshelf.
How wonderful!
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