Feng Jiayue looked at her. He lived nearby and was a night owl, occasionally exercising in the evenings. He had also heard the commotion, but she acted too quickly; he barely had time to react. He hadn't expected her to be so skilled. That man deserved his bad luck, getting slapped all over his body, and then what?
He smiled. There were even police officers waiting for him at the door.
Wow, that's quite a treat.
"Why are you following me?" he asked bluntly.
"Prove one thing." He spoke slowly and concisely.
"What is it?" The newbie's curiosity was easily piqued.
"I'm still a man."
Ruo Hui rolled her eyes. How childish! She'd already witnessed the policeman's dashing figure and her opinion of him had changed somewhat. Tsk, he's quite intelligent, isn't he? And he's quite humorous too; otherwise, how could they have walked such a long way so quickly, chatting away?
As she approached her doorstep, Ruohui stopped abruptly, saying, "Please go back." Her father's figure was already in sight, but he was no less formidable than Yu Guangzhong. While Yu Guangzhong had four imaginary enemies, Ruohui was omnipresent, always present.
Sigh, this is definitely a problem for single-parent families.
Feng Jiayue seemed not to understand: "What, have you arrived home yet?" Ruohui forced a smile: "Brother, to tell you the truth, when my father sees you, he will definitely..." The meaning was left unsaid.
Feng Jiayue smiled, shook his head, and denied it: "No, you were very brave today." Ruohui was finally forced to break out in a cold sweat. If her father found out she had skipped self-study, given her father's decades-long Iron Palm technique, she would be finished! She belatedly realized that she had finally seen through this wolf in sheep's clothing, but the situation was beyond her control, so she had no choice but to ask in a humble voice: "What exactly do you want?"
He looked down at her, listening to the powerful, imposing voice and the terrifying figure getting closer and closer: "Is that you, Ruohui? Why are you back so late?!" He could vaguely hear the cracking and creaking of her joints.
He smiled faintly, his meaning ambiguous: "So you do have moments of fear too." He had thought she was immune to all poisons.
As is often the case in times of crisis, Ruohui blinked her eyes and said with utmost sincerity, "Brother, this Sunday evening at seven o'clock, at the same movie theater entrance, I will apologize to you. Is that alright?"
Feng Jiayue glared at his friend, who was practically collapsing to the ground laughing uncontrollably, and said with a hint of sullenness, "Be careful of intestinal obstruction." Liang Yiqun gave him a thumbs up, sincerely exclaiming, "Awesome!"
He tried and tried, but he couldn't hold it in any longer. Oh no, he was going to suffer internal injuries from holding it in.
That's incredible!
He finally stopped, thought for a moment, and analyzed the situation clearly. With a mix of emotions, he stood firmly in line: "Sigh, like lambs to the slaughter." What a pity for such a pure and lovely young lady! Not only is she pleasing to the eye, but she also has a pretty fierce personality!
Feng Jiayue glared at him again, but deep down, he had to admit that in that key high school where grades were the ultimate deciding factor, it would take considerable courage to command all 53 students in the class to sacrifice their precious study time and line up to watch a movie without missing a single one.
Even so, she has no reason to play him a third time, right?
Liang Yiqun is overthinking things.
Feng Jiayue was so busy, with a whole bunch of academic clubs and other miscellaneous activities. He barely had time to think about this idle person from so far away. So when he stepped into the activity center at the Christmas party and saw this bizarre scene, he was so astonished that he could hardly utter a word for a long time.
A group of grown men stood around the circumference of the center with boundless admiration, obediently listening to the instructions given by the person at the center. Then, a small hand could be vaguely seen flying, and the crowd scattered to their respective positions. A petite figure nimbly darted up the ladder to the roof in a few steps, and with a whoosh, a huge banner was immediately and obediently pasted along the edge.
Before he could even ask, Liang Yiqun rushed over, grabbed his hand tightly, and exclaimed with admiration, "Jia Yue, you are truly talented!"
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.