Zheng Sixuan, a beautiful girl from the art department.
Ruohui said with a bitter face, "I don't know." Of course she didn't know.
Zheng Sixuan said meaningfully, "How could you not know?" She paused, "Aren't you his girlfriend?"
Ruohui was left speechless. The fact that her new identity was being solemnly revealed by the person most suited to the Chairman in everyone's eyes was still unnerving, even though she had been somewhat prepared.
She even forgot to keep up the silly grin.
To Zheng Sixuan, this behavior seemed like a calm and tacit acceptance. She couldn't help but snort: "Remember to focus more on your studies. Don't think about nonsense so early in your freshman year. F University isn't that easy to get by on!"
She felt a little upset. She had specially asked someone to bring that QQ phone back from Hong Kong, and her cousin Liang Yiqun had hidden it among Feng Jiayue's prizes for the competition.
This outsider got all the benefit for nothing.
Meanwhile, Ruohui was already depressed and couldn't utter a word.
As soon as Feng Jiayue came downstairs, he saw someone with a wrinkled little face, his features all scrunched up in a miserable expression, squatting listlessly in front of his dormitory building.
He approached, coughed, and asked knowingly, "You were looking for me?"
Xi Ruohui blinked: "I've been looking for you for three whole days."
He knew, of course, but his "Oh" carried not a trace of apology. "Really?" He looked at her. "Did you need something?"
She tossed it aside like a hot potato, and an unidentified object flew straight at her with a whoosh: "Here you go." Until yesterday, Liang Yiqun finally took pity on her and stopped beating around the bush, saying with utter astonishment, "I heard it clearly, Feng Jiayue said that night that if he won, he'd give his QQ account to his girlfriend..."
A single word awakened me from my dream!
Xi Ruohui was first stunned, then filled with endless sighs. This Feng guy in front of her must have been maintaining his usual half-dead, infuriating attitude, and after being resolutely rejected by some girl, he went insane, and in his utter despair, he accidentally orchestrated this farce. Sigh, poor thing, shouldn't you show some sympathy?
She looked up, her expression solemn: "I think you should keep it for yourself, or..." she said tactfully, "uh... that would be better."
There are plenty of fish in the sea, and by bestowing his name upon someone, lucky, or rather unlucky, successors will rush to claim them.
Feng Jiayue looked at her, surprised by her boundless naivety, amused by her undisguised schadenfreude, and astonished by her stubbornness. He said in a sinister tone, "I plan to give this QQ account to my girlfriend."
Xi Ruohui frowned, confused: "Yes, that's why I brought it back to you."
Feng Jiayue slowly and confidently imitated her: "Yes," he paused, "two years ago, didn't you already call yourself my girlfriend?"
Has she forgotten? He hasn't forgotten!
CHAPTER 4 String Movement
Two years ago, downstairs in the boys' dormitory.
Feng Jiayue admitted that he was extremely surprised when he went downstairs. He had been doing his studies alone in his dormitory, preparing for the final exams, when suddenly the old man in the gatehouse called: "Your girlfriend is looking for you." His tone was undisguisedly smug, as if he knew some terrible secret.
His...girlfriend? Feng Jiayue was incredulous. How could he, the person directly involved, be so unaware of this sudden addition?!
He spotted the figure immediately. She wasn't exactly familiar, but she wasn't stranger either. He didn't know whether to be angry or amused. He walked over and asked, "What are you doing here?" She must still be a high school sophomore, right? Why did she travel across half the city to find him? He scoffed. Was she a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken? She must have been carrying a bellyful of wicked schemes along with her, hadn't she?
Since meeting Xi Ruohui, he has begun to harbor endless doubts about the fundamental proposition of human nature being inherently good.
Xi Ruohui smiled very patiently, as if apologizing for using such a low-class method, and then handed over an envelope: "Here you go." Feng Jiayue took it and examined it; it was a crumpled pile of small bills of various sizes: "What's this?" Ruohui was a little embarrassed: "Last time you treated our classmates to a movie..."
Feng Jiayue snorted, knowing that it was better late than never and there was still hope. He coughed and accepted the list without any hesitation: "Anything else?"
"What?"
"Interest." He'd been using his precious funds for so long for no reason; shouldn't he offer some compensation? He usually didn't comment on Liang Yiqun's penchant for flirting with young girls, but now, he vaguely felt he shared that same wicked sense of humor.
Huh? Ruohui's expression was strange and complicated. After a moment, she stammered, "I only brought two extra yuan." She raised her face warily, wanting to defend her legitimate rights. "I still need to take the bus home later."
"What should we do then?" Faced with Yang Xier, who was cunning and treacherous and subverted the classics, he didn't mind doing evil deeds like Huang Shiren.
Why did she have to come to us like that?!
Ruo Hui lowered her head, opened the loosely slung backpack on her back, and silently pulled out something: "Is this okay?" Feng Jiayue took it and saw that it was a cross-stitched pig pendant.
He glanced at her, and she immediately denied it: "I didn't embroider it..." She seemed to mutter something else, but he didn't listen carefully. He weighed the actually light little thing in his hand: "Hmm, is there anything else?"
He seems to have decided to continue playing the role of Huang Shiren.
Xi Ruohui sniffed and continued rummaging through her bag. Finally, she simply turned the bag inside out, spilling the contents onto the floor in a chaotic mess. She squatted down, and after a long while, picked out a coupon. With a pained expression, she closed her eyes and placed it in Feng Jiayue's hand: "Here you go."
Feng Jiayue glanced at it and was slightly taken aback. It was an admission ticket to a small stamp collecting exchange in the city. Limited edition, with a gathering of experts. He was a stamp collector, but knew that not many people attended. A slight ripple stirred in his heart, so much so that when he came to his senses, he didn't notice the faint regret in her eyes as she looked down.
Feng Jiayue looked at her.
Two years later, he finally saw the faint emotion in her eyes, and her once thick-skinned face began to blush slightly.
Well, at least he knows he needs to improve. He was just forcing things to grow too quickly. How pathetic.
He coughed lightly, stopping his wandering thoughts: "That girl, does she have leukemia?"
Ruohui was stunned for a moment, then asked, "A-Ruan?"
The night sky was filled with stars, and two long shadows of people were cast on the rooftop under the moonlight.
Ruo Hui rested her chin on her hand, gazing at the night sky: "Aruan is pretty, a bit arrogant, and has a bad temper. Aside from a few boys who like to chat her up, most of the girls in the class don't like her," she shrugged. "I think so too. Until later, I found out she never played with us because she couldn't bleed." She lowered her head, her toes unconsciously drawing something on the ground. "Later, our homeroom teacher, Da Niu, said that since we were classmates, whatever Aruan wanted, as long as it wasn't plucking stars or touching the moon, we should try to get it for her." She said softly, "Including herself, everyone knows she won't live past eighteen."
Feng Jiayue remained silent for a moment, then called out, "Xi Ruohui." It was as if he were calling her for the first time. He savored the moment, finding no awkwardness, and couldn't help but call out again, "Xi Ruohui..."
Ruo Hui seemed not to hear, her hand unconsciously drawing circles on the ground: "I don't really like meddling in A-Ruan's affairs. There are so many people in the class, they don't need me. But, A-Ruan is just like my mother, she's just like that, she doesn't fit in with anyone, she's not liked at all. Then, when I was eight, she left a letter and disappeared." Her voice choked for a moment, "Then, when I was sixteen, she came back. She invited my dad and me to dinner, holding a boy's hand, and a man was following behind. That's when I found out..." "So it turns out she divorced my dad long ago behind my back and ran off abroad with her childhood sweetheart to get back together. No wonder she always deliberately picked fights with my dad before." Her voice was calm. "I couldn't stand seeing my dad acting like he didn't care about anything, smiling and talking to them, so I overturned a table full of food and ran away. Later, my dad chased after me and told me that the outcome wasn't important because we can't predict it, and we should learn to enjoy the process." She lowered her eyes. "At that time, I didn't understand. But when I saw Ah Ruan lying there, suddenly I understood everything."