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.
There were many people coming and going around her, and there were dazzling fireworks blooming not far away, but she seemed to only see a pair of deep, shining eyes in the night.
He was holding a plush QQ toy in his hand. It was the tempting reward she'd sacrificed when she tripped and fell. She painfully ignored it. Tonight, I absolutely have to change my QQ signature!
But what should I change it to? I'm struggling with this... lost in thought... Hmm... "I don't want QQ, I want a Cadillac—"
Suddenly, a large hand reached out: "Here you go." Ruohui was startled, and what made her even more uneasy was the faint smile on his lips.
Would he really be so kind? She looked up; the moon seemed perfectly round.
Watch out, watch out, a werewolf is about to transform!
She frantically waved her hands, her eyes wide open: "No, no, no!"
Tsk, what a weird look that is?
With a hint of impatience, he said, "What's with the fuss? Just take it."
The displeased person simply turned around and walked away.
ACT 1 Cafeteria
"Ruohui—" Ruohui looked up from the delicious duck neck and casually leaned over: "I heard that Feng Jiayue is your new boyfriend?"
If you want to spray directly, just spray.
Zhang Zhao, who was silently eating his rice, quickly patted her on the back: "Are you alright? Are you alright? Is something wrong? Huh?"
On the way to ACT 2
Liang Yiqun clapped his hands, beckoning her over, half-coercing and half-luring her like a puppy: "Tell me, how did you and Jia Yue get together?" He pondered for a moment, "That night? Tsk tsk, look at that efficiency, I knew Jia Yue wasn't an ordinary person!" He asked with extreme concern, "Didn't he take advantage of your incapacitated state to bully you, force you, or seduce you?" He stroked his chin, his tone ambiguous, "Uh, did he... do anything improper to you?"
Ruo Hui was initially bewildered, then terrified, shaking her head frantically until her neck almost snapped.
Liang Yiqun sighed with relief. He glanced at Ruohui's seemingly intelligent face. Hmm, should he tell her about his boss's tragic and heartbreaking past? Being dumped so badly, it was as tragic as it could possibly be—
Well, although this little Xi is mischievous and easygoing, she's still a bit awkward for a girl her age. Let's not get into trouble.