The drama club's rehearsal is coming to an end.
The member who had just been given the pink cake came with the cake and called out to Zhu Mian.
Zhumian turned to look at her, and spoke in a voice that was neither loud nor soft, but seemed to have a strong sense of distance: "What's wrong?"
The club member was a little embarrassed. He glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, then apologized, "Junior, thank you for giving me a different cake, but I'm allergic to eggs and can't eat it. Otherwise, you should take it home and eat it yourself. I'm really sorry."
Zhumian's gaze fell on the cake box in the member's hand.
Shi Wang stood not far away and looked over.
It goes without saying how ridiculous it is to try to please others but be rejected.
But just when Shi Wang was too lazy to look at her any longer and felt that she was going to make a fool of herself.
She smiled calmly and said, "In this pink swan cake, the eggs are replaced with bananas and applesauce. There are no eggs in it."
She smiled, but there was a distant look in her eyes, making people feel very far away.
Shi Wanglue was a little surprised.
The member obviously hadn't expected this either, and suddenly stopped talking: "Huh?"
"Before buying the cake, I specifically asked the president if any members of the drama club were allergic to eggs or gluten. So this cake doesn't contain eggs or wheat. You can eat it without worry, it will be fine."
The club member looked at the smiling eyes of the day sleeper, and felt embarrassed and a blush crept up to his ears. He blushed for judging others by his own mean-spiritedness: "So that's how it is, you are so considerate, junior sister..."
When he was sleeping during the day, he would just smile with his eyes slightly narrowed.
That smile made you think she was a vixen. It was vague and elusive, and you couldn't tell what she was thinking, but you couldn't help but wonder if it was a genuine smile or a fake one, making you want to trick yourself into thinking she had feelings for you.
But in reality, it was all cold scrutiny.
Shi Wang looked at the cake box beside him and was stunned for a moment.
It turns out she wasn't trying to please herself, but because he was allergic to gluten.
Just because of gluten allergy.
He was overthinking it.
The member smiled sheepishly and said, "Thank you, junior. I will try it."
Zhumian spoke leisurely, giving the other party a way out: "Senior sister, you must finish your meal, otherwise my kindness will be wasted. Although I bought the cake, I sealed the packaging myself."
The member became curious: "Is the packaging different to distinguish them?"
Xiaomian casually picked up the script and fanned the member: "Yes, otherwise I'm afraid I'll get the wrong one. This swan cake is the signature of this store. It would be a shame if I couldn't enjoy it because of an egg allergy."
As she spoke, she suddenly lowered her head and approached the member, and whispered, "Senior, you are blushing, are you hot?"
The club member looked at the beautiful face that suddenly approached him in surprise. Although his embarrassment was relieved, his face instantly turned redder: "A little... Thank you, junior."
Zhumian straightened up and smiled nonchalantly.
The girl's heart couldn't help but beat faster, and she felt a little shy holding the cake.
Shi Wangdu seemed to be lost in thought and hadn't turned a page of the script for a long time.
The time was coming to an end, and Zhu Mian was about to pack up and leave when Lu Tiao suddenly called her, "Zhu Mian, wait a moment."
Zhumian turned around and saw Shuyan's face was puzzled: "What's wrong?"
Lu Tiao laughed awkwardly: "Schoolgirl, since you're here, why don't you write a couplet for the rehearsal room?"
Zhumian couldn't help but curl his eyes: "Write the door couplet now?"
Lu Tiao explained, "Of course not. Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, so I'll hang a new one. And your soft brush calligraphy is beautiful, so it's a good use of resources."
The member next to him was curious: "Boss, how do you know that writing during daytime sleep is beautiful?"
Lu Tiao was a bit surprised: "Haven't you seen it? There's a calligraphy piece by Junior Sister Zhou Mian hanging under the Journalism Department building. Junior Sister Zhou is very famous for her soft brush calligraphy. Didn't they have a calligraphy program with ten people writing together during the school anniversary celebration? Junior Sister Zhou was the one at the beginning."
The others suddenly understood and were surprised.
Zhuo Mian did not refuse and smiled casually: "Sure, as long as you don't mind."
Lu Tiao gave her pen, ink and blank couplets and placed them on the table behind her.
Zhuomian walked over, picked up the pen, and laid out the paper seriously.
As soon as she picked up the pen, she seemed like a different person. Her pen-holding posture was dignified, and the pushing, pressing, hooking, topping and resisting were all done with perfect accuracy.
A quiet bookish air hits you in the face, as if she is not an internet celebrity blogger, but the apple of the eye of a scholarly family.
When Shi Wang's gaze fell on her, he felt relieved.
The person he knew in high school, Zhu Mian, didn't write well, let alone calligraphy.
To perform it is even more unrealistic.
Shi Wang withdrew his gaze.
After a while, Lu Tiao took the couplet and said something that I couldn't hear clearly, but he was smiling and must have been very happy.
Shi Wang didn't see the words, but he had seen a lot of beautiful calligraphy, so even if he couldn't see them, he could imagine them, but they were all the same.
That wasn't what he wanted to know.
He glanced at the cake next to him and his eyes paused for a moment.
A moment later,
Slender fingers hooked the silk straps of the box and lifted the cake.
Zhuomian put down his brush, raised his eyes, glanced over casually, felt it was a bit ironic, and smiled with the corners of his lips raised.
As Shi Wang walked out the door, he heard two club members talking: "The junior sister secretly gave us the cake later because she was afraid that our private allergies would be known and embarrassing."
"I didn't expect that Xiao Mian is so gentle and considerate in private. I love you, beautiful lady."
The two people's descriptions undoubtedly showed that they regarded Zhou Mian as a goddess with a sense of distance.
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