CM - 22

During the long break, Zhou Shuirong gave Fu Linying a row of AD Calcium Milk, saying it was to thank him for his help.

Fu Linying suddenly felt a bit guilty, feeling that he had somewhat failed Zhou Shuirong’s trust, and was too embarrassed to take it.

Zhou Shuirong never took back anything she gave away. Either you took it, or you threw it away.

Fu Linying had no choice but to accept it, but he didn’t dare to drink it.

Shen Tingwen watched the entire “transaction” unfold. Zhou Shuirong hadn’t even bought him yogurt when she protected him a few days ago, but she bought yogurt for Fu Linying for teaching her some crappy essay? If she had so much money, why didn’t she donate it?

He waited for half a self-study session, and finally, before class ended, Fu Linying wrote a note: “I’m a bit thirsty.”

Fu Linying glanced at the row of yogurt. Since he wasn’t going to drink it anyway, he passed it to him.

Zhou Shuirong finished her questions and stretched, just in time to see the row of AD Calcium Milk she bought being passed into Shen Tingwen’s hands, and then watched him drink her yogurt.

Shen Tingwen didn’t usually drink this kind of stuff, but occasionally, it was sweet and sour, and quite tasty.

Zhou Shuirong held it in until after self-study, then snatched the yogurt back from Shen Tingwen’s hand: “Was it bought for you?”

Shen Tingwen told the truth: “Fu Linying gave it to me.”

“I don’t believe he would give it to you for no reason if you didn’t ask him for it.”

Shen Tingwen lowered his eyelids: “So, in your eyes, I’m someone with bad social skills, undeserving of concern?”

He looked a little sad, his eyes almost red. Coupled with his harmless, hardworking face, anyone would pity him. If Zhou Shuirong wasn’t an extraordinary person, she would have been fooled by him again. She said, “You just found that out?”

“I know now. If others offer it to me again, I won’t take it.” His voice became softer and softer: “You can take the rest.”

Zhou Shuirong looked at him and grew more and more annoyed. She didn’t want to drink the rest, so she threw it back at him: “Seriously, what bad luck!”

Shen Tingwen won a round.

He was a little proud, proudly drinking the yogurt.

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Since Zhou Shuirong returned to China, her studies had caught up, and her swearing had become more fluent, all thanks to Shen Tingwen. This guy had redefined the concept of shamelessness for her.

When she got home that night, Xu Su was there and had even bought her a duck, asking what had happened to her recently.

Zhou Shuirong answered perfunctorily.

Xu Su saw that she hadn’t eaten much, and reached out to touch her forehead: “No appetite? Heatstroke?”

Zhou Shuirong shook her head, avoiding his hand: “No.”

Xu Su worried about her: “Were you bullied at school?”

Zhou Shuirong smiled, a perfunctory smile due to fatigue, but it still showed her attitude towards the question—she found it ridiculous. “No one bullies me.”

She was being modest; it should have been that no one could bully her.

Xu Su knew she had some self-defense skills and was smart, but the human heart was the most unpredictable, and human nature the most cunning. He was afraid that if she lost focus for a moment, something would bite away her rationality: “If you need anything, find me.”

The two exchanged a few aimless pleasantries, then fell silent. Xu Su looked at his watch, seeing it was getting late, and left without delaying Zhou Shuirong’s rest.

Zhou Shuirong took a shower, lay in bed, and closed her eyes, reviewing what she had learned during the day. There were some things she didn’t understand, so she got up, took out her books, and reread them. Before she knew it, it was already the latter half of the night.

She poured a glass of water, ready to go to sleep, when her phone rang. It was a message from Xu Su: “Good night.”

She knew he was testing her. If she replied, it meant she was still awake at that hour. She didn’t know if he would tell Zhou Siyuan, but he would definitely nag her, and she hated being nagged.

Zhou Yan had never nagged her in the past, and she didn’t want to be nagged every day now that she was back in China.

She casually closed the chat and saw a red “1” on her contacts. Clicking it, it was still Shen Tingwen’s friend request. He said: “Don’t you see how round and bright the moon is? Shouldn’t you accept my friend request?”

She replied coldly: “Do I owe you money? Why don’t you let me go when there are so many other people?”

“Can’t you tell? I’m pursuing you.”

Zhou Shuirong stopped walking, frowned, stood dumbfounded for half a minute, then replied: “Give up, I’m not interested in you.”

“Give me a reason.”

“Ugly and too much trouble.”