“If I went out, how could you monopolize the adoring gazes of all those junior girls at our school?”
“Don’t come complaining later that I stole your spotlight.” As if that wasn’t cutting enough, he leisurely added another line afterward.
“Damn you! I must have been out of my mind today to come looking for you! Want to eat the cafeteria’s lamb chops? You can go eat air!” Song Bojian, infuriated by this shameless guy, cursed and hung up the phone.
Not a single word he said was pleasant to hear.
After a flurry of activity, Wen Zhi finished ordering her meal and sat down at an empty table.
She picked up her chopsticks, gently lifted a piece of golden, crispy fried chicken, and placed it in her mouth. Instantly, the tenderness of the chicken and the spicy seasoning burst on her tongue, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes.
Mmm, so delicious!
Seeing Wen Zhi’s satisfied little expression, Zhang Tingting teased her, “Zhi Zhi, you dance, yet you eat so heartily. Don’t you need to watch your figure?”
Usually, dancers have to pay close attention to their diet to maintain their shape, right?
But Zhang Tingting glanced at Wen Zhi’s figure. Well, she clearly didn’t need to diet at all.
Wen Zhi had a small frame, with all her curves in the right places—a slender waist and long, straight legs. She was practically the type described as “delicate and easy to push over.”
“I do. You’ll see me running around the track tonight, looking utterly miserable.” Wen Zhi replied calmly, all while stuffing another big mouthful of food into her mouth.
Mmm, so tasty.
Eating comes first—if you’re not enthusiastic about food, there’s something wrong with your mindset!
Seeing her actions, Zhang Tingting silently gave her a thumbs-up in admiration.
Meanwhile, Li Yue and Liang Zhilan, who had been watching the two converse, both thought this stunning beauty before them was really amusing, haha.
She often came out with surprising remarks.
Sunlight filtered through the treetops, casting dappled patterns on the campus paths.
Wen Zhi and her roommates had just finished lunch, and she decided to stop by the supermarket on the way to buy some daily necessities. Hearing she was going, Li Yue linked arms with her and joined.
Wen Zhi was simply dressed in a strappy sundress. Her long hair, which had felt a bit warm during the meal, was now loosely tied up, giving her an exceptionally fresh and elegant look.
“Ugh, Zhi Zhi, walking beside you is so stressful!” Li Yue unconsciously tightened her grip on Wen Zhi’s arm out of nervousness.
Who could understand? Walking alongside this woman who seemed completely unaware of her own beauty, constantly being stared at by passersby—ordinary folks like her couldn’t possibly stay calm!!
Hearing this, Wen Zhi looked at her with an expression that seemed to say, “Can’t you have a bit more confidence when you’re with me?”
“What’s there to be afraid of? They’re looking at you, not you looking at them.”
“Hey, darling, let’s be precise here—they’re looking at you, not me!”
“Okay, fine.” Wen Zhi shrugged as if conceding.
Haicheng University’s supermarket was huge, spanning three floors with every kind of product imaginable.
The supermarket was softly lit, with shelves filled with a dazzling array of goods. Wen Zhi moved between the aisles, picking out what she needed. Li Yue headed straight for the snack section as soon as they entered.
She boldly claimed she was buying extra snacks to celebrate the first day of the semester, but it was clearly just her own craving.
So the two split up, having agreed beforehand to meet at the checkout counter.
However, as she browsed, Wen Zhi found herself in the feminine products section, which reminded her that her period was likely due around these days.
While picking items from her usual shelf, her gaze was suddenly drawn to a figure.
It was a guy wearing a hat, his head lowered. The lines of his profile were smooth and perfect, like a sculpture.
His attire was simple yet tasteful—a black T-shirt and jeans, appearing both casual and effortlessly cool.
Wen Zhi couldn’t help but steal a few more glances, silently admiring him. So, there really were such strikingly handsome guys at Haicheng University?
His features and physique perfectly aligned with her aesthetic preferences.
Although she had been praised for her looks since childhood and never lacked suitors, Wen Zhi’s heart still fluttered a little at the sight of a good-looking guy, especially one who matched her type.
Wen Zhi slowly and discreetly moved closer.
But when she noticed the item in the guy’s hand, a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes—he was actually buying sanitary pads. Wen Zhi couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed. It was rare for her to take an interest in a guy, only to find he was already taken.
Just then, the guy seemed to sense her gaze. He looked up, and their eyes met in the air.
Wen Zhi’s slightly flustered expression fell into those deep, dark, and languid eyes.
Seeing his face fully, Wen Zhi discreetly took a sharp breath.
!!! What to do? A beauty overload!
“What’s wrong, junior? Is it strange for a guy to be here?” Su Wenjing, feeling unusually playful, decided to tease this woman who looked as delicate as a porcelain doll.
“Senior?” Wen Zhi asked in a puzzled tone upon hearing Su Wenjing’s address.
Hearing the word “senior,” Su Wenjing was momentarily taken aback. After all, he had graduated from Haicheng University several years ago, and the title felt quite unfamiliar now.
People outside either called him “President Su” or “Young Master Su,” so being addressed this way by Wen Zhi felt oddly refreshing.
His narrow, peach-blossom eyes now carried a lazy, casual glint as he raised the corners of his eyes slightly and chuckled nonchalantly, “That’s not wrong. Alright, I won’t disturb you anymore. Take your time picking.”
With that, he seemed to lose patience with the seemingly identical sanitary pad brands in front of him. He casually grabbed two packs and disappeared just like that.
Wen Zhi pouted and sighed softly. Well, being able to appreciate such a high level of beauty up close was still acceptable.
After paying, Su Wenjing returned to his mother, Professor Wang’s office.
The usually elegant and composed lady was now staring intently at the office door, eagerly awaiting Su Wenjing’s return as if hoping for the stars and the moon.
After all, she hadn’t expected her period to arrive so suddenly today, catching her completely off guard and arriving a full week early.
Fortunately, her son was around to run an errand for her. After much persuasion, he finally agreed to go to the supermarket and bring back sanitary pads for her.
Su Wenjing pushed the door open, walked in, placed the items on his mother’s desk, and then leaned against the edge of the table with his hands in his pockets.
“Here, the pads I bought for you. Don’t say I’m an unfilial son.”
“I know, I know. My son is the best,” Professor Wang said, beaming at her son.
Su Wenjing shrugged, lazily stretched, then turned to leave.
However, before going, he didn’t forget to look back and say to his mom, “Oh, by the way, Mom, if your future daughter-in-law ever asks who you bought sanitary pads for the first time, if you’re feeling kind, you can explain it to her yourself—I won’t be handling that.”
“You brat!” Wang Wenci had just been about to have a nice mother-son moment with him, but hearing that completely ruined her mood.
“Then go find me a daughter-in-law—don’t just talk about it every time.”
“I’m just being picky, you know. I have to find someone our Professor Wang will be satisfied with.”