This Xi Ruohui, though not good at literature, is skilled in martial arts, equivalent to three or five grown men. Moreover, his skills in coordination and deception are extraordinary, even surpassing Zhao Benshan. Even a pearl found in the sand needs someone to recognize it. From now on, he, the organization's officer, will be secretly delighted by all this and that.
Why could Feng Jiayue be the chairman while he was just a low-level staff member? That's the difference!
He was completely convinced.
"Clap clap clap—" Feng Jiayue clapped his hands. "Everyone has worked hard. Let's get together tonight and have hot pot." Everyone laughed and whistled, excited that they could finally take advantage of the chairman. Xi Ruohui hurriedly raised her hand, seriously out of touch with reality: "I have something to do." "What is it?" Liang Yiqun, who had been treating her better and better lately, almost making her feel uneasy, asked first.
Just kidding, anyone who doesn't watch Halley's Comet hitting Earth is an absolute idiot.
Ruohui, completely unaware, readily replied, "A friend is coming." "A friend?" Liang Yiqun's eyes darted around. "What does that have to do with anything, right, Jia Yue?"
This is such a pleasant surprise!
"Ruohui, is there something dirty on my face?" While everyone was devouring the second batch of lamb rolls, Lao Jin secretly asked. Why were they all looking at him with such sly, almost worshipful eyes? Ruohui glanced at him: "Maybe they think you're handsome." Lao Jin puffed out his chest: "Really?" He sighed, "The food in the North is just so unpalatable, I've lost over ten pounds. Come to think of it, it's all your fault!!"
"Me?" Ruohui pointed at herself with her chopsticks in surprise, accidentally splashing a drop of scalding red oil onto her nose, causing her to hiss and gasp.
Old Jin gave her a disgruntled look. "It's you, it's you, it's you! Who was it that raised their arms and shouted in class, 'I'm going to apply to Harbin Institute of Technology! I heard there are handsome guys everywhere there—'"? In the blink of an eye, even he, who used to be as thin as a weed, has grown tall and handsome like a noodle, but she has disappeared without a trace. I'm searching everywhere, feeling lonely, desolate, and miserable. I can't even find someone to play games with.
pain.
Ruohui bit her chopsticks, thinking cautiously for a moment: "Hey, could it be that you've been eyeing my wallet all this time? Didn't you squeeze me dry enough during those three years of high school? Shame on you!"
*Pfft—* Someone burst out laughing. Naturally, Young Master Liang's ears were already stretched to three feet long, and his favorite roasted lamb chops had been generously sacrificed. Old Jin looked up, hesitated for a moment, then widened his eyes, staring at the corner he hadn't noticed before, excitedly shouting, "Feng-Feng-Feng—" In his haste, he couldn't remember the name, so he cut straight to the point, "You treated our whole class to a movie!!"
Now, everyone except Liang Yiqun burst out laughing. A movie? The whole class?! Everyone glanced at the protagonist's slightly twitching face, exchanging incredulous glances. So their boss had this peculiar hobby of regarding money like dirt, tsk-tsk-tsk!
Ruohui coughed heavily, "Old Jin, you're going to be late." Sure enough, a second later, a rider sped away, leaving behind a faint voice that drifted back, "I'll meet you later—"
Ruo Hui breathed a sigh of relief. Little BC, half a year of university, and no progress whatsoever. Such a glorious achievement? Keep it to yourself, but is it worth boasting about? You know, in this world, petty people are always worried and anxious—
The little man was sitting in the corner, his face full of unpredictable expressions.
A noisy party.
Ruohui, wearing overalls, stood in the corner watching the crowd either dancing wildly or jumping for joy. She smiled and rubbed her sprained wrist. Old Jin glanced at her: "You're not the only one in the student council." Is it worth working so hard? Ruohui turned to look at him, her eyes clear, and said calmly, "I'm just enjoying the process."
Old Jin suddenly realized that the woman bathed in the light was very unfamiliar, very unlike the carefree Xi Ruohui he usually knew. He thought for a moment, then lowered his head, his words stammering and somewhat shy, "Uh... I'd like to ask you to dance." Ruohui shook her head, letting out a soft sigh, "Old Jin, to be honest, isn't it a bit of a waste for you to be my good buddy?"
Old Jin was stunned.
Suddenly, a large paper ball was tossed in front of her, and Liang Yiqun called out from afar, "Ruohui, the game is one person short, come on!"
It's a very simple game: six chairs, seven people. Men and women circle around, singing "Two tigers, two tigers, running fast, running fast," with the drumbeats in Liang Yiqun's hands serving as the signal. When the drumbeats stop, the battle begins, and the cycle repeats.
Ruohui was somewhat distracted, yet she managed to win every time by sheer luck. Eventually, only she, Feng Jiayue, and a lonely chair remained in the arena. She looked up at him; he was looking at her too, his gaze calm, slightly provocative. More and more people gathered around, the drumbeats began, and Liang Yiqun, seemingly caught up in the excitement, played the drums with a fluid, unstoppable rhythm. Ruohui remained on high alert, sweat beading on her forehead. Suddenly, she heard a soft voice: "That girl, is she really dead?"
Ruo Hui was startled. The drumbeats stopped, and a figure with a smile on his lips quickly sat down.
Okay, Xi Ruohui, we're even now.
CHAPTER 3 Cross Me
Did that girl really die?
In the coffee shop, Ruohui sat down and asked, "Old Jin, do you still remember Aruan?" That beautiful and outstanding girl with bright eyes and white teeth. Old Jin thought for a moment and replied carelessly, "Yes, I remember. I even passed her a note back then."
Ruohui was speechless for a moment, then asked, "...Old Jin, do you think she's alright now?"
Old Jin's eyes widened: "Her? Wasn't she already..."
Ruohui's face slowly fell: "Go back early, wash up and go to bed." It was as if the two of them were from different planets.
Not far away, two other people were also sitting and drinking coffee.
Feng Jiayue gazed at the slender, petite profile under the soft lamplight. Always wearing overalls, he felt like he'd never seen her before. Hmm, this kind of girl, with her eyes mostly half-closed beneath her bangs, and the hand supporting her chin—was her sprained arm any better? He'd never seen a girl so dedicated and attentive to things and people she could easily ignore. For this event, she'd been working tirelessly, from dawn till dusk, climbing up and down stairs, making signs, writing copy, cleaning, and doing massive shopping—taking on all the dirty, heavy, and tiring work that others refused. To be honest, she was just a new recruit, not even a senior member; it was completely unnecessary. Yet, he always saw her small but energetic back, her constantly busy hands, and her incredibly focused eyes.
Having seen too many capable and cunning subordinates, he couldn't understand her, who was foolishly naive yet content with her own life.
A few days ago, he passed by the student council office and saw her, seemingly exhausted, dozing off on her desk. Going inside, he saw a piece of paper stuck to her back with two lines of crooked writing:
This person has already passed away.
Please do not disturb if you have something to say; if not, please burn some paper money for me. Thank you.
He was speechless.
He could almost see the utterly listless smile on the face buried under his arm, a face that was perfectly lucid.
Over this period of time, he increasingly realized that he should be grateful that he had only been tricked three times. It seemed that strange people kept appearing around her, and that guy named Zhang Zhao seemed to enjoy being tricked by her countless times.
Little did he know that someone was shamefully using the emperor to command the feudal lords.
Standing to the side, he also heard that voice, which was very different from its usual loud and boisterous manner—
"I just enjoy the process."
A thought struck him; at this point, the outline of the matter was gradually becoming clearer, and he...
With great interest, Liang Yiqun pointed with his chin at the two people chatting idly not far away: "Jia Yue, do you think that kid can catch up with our priceless Xi Xiaomei?" He had already comfortably downed three large cups of coffee here, something he wouldn't normally do!
What's the most valuable thing in the 21st century? Talented people!
Feng Jiayue was taking a sip of coffee when he accidentally coughed up: "What?" Liang Yiqun jumped back in disgust and shouted crisply towards the distance: "Ruohui, come sit here with your Brother Liang!"
What a useless piece of trash!
Ruohui watched resentfully as the two figures walked away arm in arm. Damn it, just one new game was enough to get him itching for more. She turned to look at the man; he was looking at her too.