After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yang's expression became even more complicated.
He pointed at Chu Yang with his finger in the air, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, as if he wanted to scold him but stopped himself.
Finally, heartbroken, he exclaimed, "Shu'er and Xiao Li, let's see how you plan to arrange things for them from now on!"
Chu Yang thought about it seriously: "...How about you help me arrange it, sis?"
Zhou Yang froze, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.
Chu Yang shrank his neck and rolled over, turning his back to her.
"I've had a bit too much to drink, time for bed, goodnight."
Then he pretended to be dead without moving.
After a while, when there was no movement, I assumed she had gone to her room to sleep.
Turning around, I saw her sitting at the dining table, silently drinking her wine, her figure cold and lonely.
Chu Yang sighed inwardly, got up, walked over and sat down opposite her, picked up her wine glass and took a sip.
"That's enough, drinking too much is bad for your health."
Zhou Yang didn't speak, just looked at him, her drunken eyes filled with complex emotions that were hard to describe.
Then she stood up, leaned forward, and reached across the table to hook her arm around Chu Yang's neck.
Chu Yang was involuntarily led there by her.
The two slowly approached each other.
"Sister Zhou Yang, you..."
"Don't speak."
Chu Yang turned his head and glanced at the tightly closed door.
...
An hour later.
Chu Yang carried the unconscious Zhou Yang into the room, gently placed her on the bed, and covered her with a blanket.
Beside her, the young lady slept soundly.
Looking at her sleeping soundly, Chu Yang felt a pang of self-reproach.
This is too much favoritism.
I can only make it up to her later.
He quietly left the room, lay down on the sofa, and then slowly fell asleep.
I woke up and glanced at the time; it was a little past six in the morning.
I decided not to sleep at all and went to the kitchen to get busy, making porridge, frying eggs, and stir-frying two side dishes.
When the dishes were served, the young lady came out of her room.
"Good morning." She rubbed her eyes and smiled.
Chu Yang placed the dishes on the table, stepped forward, put his arm around her waist, touched her forehead, and said softly, "How are you? Are you dizzy?"
The young lady looked up at him, half-closing her eyes, and shook her head with a smile: "I'm not dizzy, I slept quite well. You even made breakfast, thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard work. Go wash up and then have breakfast."
"Hmm, should we wake Zhou Yang up and have dinner together?"
"She drank too much last night, let her sleep a little longer."
Soon, the young lady finished washing up and sat down at the dining table.
Chu Yang served her a bowl of porridge and handed her chopsticks.
The young lady's face was filled with happiness and sweetness: "You're so kind."
After saying that, she kissed him on the cheek.
"You should eat too."
"good."
Chu Yang sat down next to her.
"You eat first." The young lady picked up a piece of fried egg and held it to his mouth.
Chu Yang shook his head slightly: "I want to eat imported food."
“…Oh, you.” The young lady blushed.
Chu Yang looked at her with a smile, and saw her obediently put the fried egg into her mouth.
He immediately and without hesitation leaned in and took it from her mouth.
"Mmm, imported fried eggs are indeed more fragrant," he praised.
"Get lost." The young lady slapped him, her face full of shyness and sweetness.
After a while, Chu Yang finished eating first.
"Do you have classes at 8 a.m. today?" he asked.
"No, I don't have class until ten o'clock. If you have class, you should go back first," the young lady said.
"Okay, I'll be going now." Chu Yang kissed her forehead and whispered in her ear, "Let's make another date tonight."
The young lady blushed again, but still nodded gently: "...Okay."
Not long after Chu Yang left, Zhou Yang slowly woke up in the room.
He propped himself up to sit up, rubbed his somewhat dizzy head, stared blankly for a while, and then gradually came to his senses.
Then she lay down on the bed, muttering regretfully, "What did I do with him last night..."
"Hey, where's Shu'er?"
"Sister Zhou Yang, what are you saying? I'm here, come and have breakfast." Li Qingshu's voice came from outside the door.
Zhou Yang got out of bed, his steps slightly unsteady, and walked out.
Shu'er smiled sweetly: "Breakfast was made by Chu Yang, you should go wash up first."
Seeing her happy expression, completely unaware of the situation, Zhou Yang felt even more guilty.
"Shu'er..."
"What's wrong? Are you still feeling unwell? Have a bowl of porridge to soothe your stomach, and you should feel much better."
"...Okay, sure. Oh, by the way, where's Chu Yang?"
"He's going back to school first; he has class at eight o'clock."
"..."
…
There is actually no 8 AM class.
Chu Yang just wanted to slip away before Zhou Yang got up, so that she wouldn't deny his identity again after she woke up.
On my way back, I received a call from Ms. Su Yan, and we arranged to take photos of her after class in the afternoon.
Chu Yang also offered suggestions from an artistic perspective.
"Be spontaneous, free, and unleash your truest self. Show your inner desires, longings, and even negative emotions to the camera from all angles. I want to read your story through my lens."
Su Yan seemed touched by these words, and after a few seconds of silence, she exclaimed in amazement, "You actually know so much! Okay, then let's do it your way!"
So I'm really looking forward to seeing how Ms. Su Yan will unleash her true nature and show her most authentic self during the photoshoot.
I jogged back to school and passed by Shen Li's dormitory building, where she was on her way to her 8 a.m. class.
"Chu Yang!" Little Pear left her roommates and ran over happily.
Where did you go?
"I'm going for a run. I only have classes in the last two periods this morning," Chu Yang said with a smile.
"Hello everyone," he greeted Song Qingqing, Han Meimei, and Huang Lili.
"Thank you for the milk tea you brought us," Song Qingqing said.
"Oh right, milk tea, Sister Zhou Yang promised to make me milk tea today." Little Pear looked like a little glutton.
Chu Yang patted her head and smiled, "She's done, I'll go get it for you. Come on, I'll take you to the classroom."
Little Pear was even happier and took his arm.
The two walked towards the teaching building.
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