#88: Double Su Extra #8

Su Hui thought this way and then blurted out her feelings.

To her surprise, Su Cheng’s expression didn’t change at all, as if he hadn’t heard her earlier sarcastic remark.

Instead, Su Hui felt awkward. “I’m going to class.”

She turned around and walked away.

As the door closed behind her, a flicker of amusement passed through Su Cheng’s eyes. Gradual progress was inefficient—Su Hui needed a little push.

He wasn’t exactly a kind-hearted person.

Su Hui headed straight to the classroom, where Zhou Kexin and Zhang Ranran had already saved her a seat. Both waved at her.

Zhang Ranran scrutinized her for a moment before asking, “Your dark circles are unusually prominent today. Did you stay up late last night?”

Su Hui replied listlessly, “Yeah.”

“Was it because of that guy?” Zhang Ranran immediately assumed it was the materialistic boy who had confessed to her. “It’s not worth staying up over someone like him. Look at your skin—it used to be so good, but now it looks terrible.”

Zhou Kexin chimed in, “Exactly! Don’t take those forum comments to heart. By the way, his IP got banned last night. He’ll probably have to wait a month before it gets unblocked.”

Su Hui didn’t bother explaining. “Good riddance.”

As for what happened between her and Su Cheng, she decided it was better left unsaid.

Su Hui couldn’t focus on the day’s lessons. At noon, the three of them went to an off-campus Sichuan restaurant for lunch. After two afternoon classes, she noticed everyone in the classroom cheering and looked around, bewildered. “What’s going on?”

Zhou Kexin, busy packing her books, answered without looking up. “Have you forgotten? Tomorrow is National Day, so we’re getting a holiday.”

Zhang Ranran quickly followed up with a question, “Do you have any plans? I’m planning to stay in bed binge-watching dramas for seven days. Sounds great, right?”

Su Hui said, “I haven’t decided yet.”

She had just learned about the holiday, but after some thought, realized it was the perfect opportunity.

She didn’t want to spend seven days cooped up in the apartment under Su Cheng’s watchful eye. Instead, she decided to leave town.

Coincidentally, Xie Qingyu called. “Su Hui, do you have any plans for the National Day holiday? I’m planning to visit Le Ya. Want to come along?”

Su Hui eagerly agreed, “Sure!”

It had been a while since she’d seen Le Ya—since summer vacation, which was a month or two ago. She wondered how her treatment was going.

Xie Qingyu said, “Alright, it’s settled. Check flight tickets as soon as possible. Tickets are hard to get during the holiday season. Let me know once you’ve booked something—we can go together.”

Su Hui replied, “Got it.”

She immediately checked flight options online. Money wasn’t an issue for either of them, even though ticket prices surged during the holiday season—they could afford it.

They settled on a morning flight for the next day.

Since one wheel of Su Hui’s suitcase had broken, she decided to buy a new one. However, since she couldn’t return to the apartment, she planned to bring things directly from her dormitory instead.

Zhou Kexin asked, “Are you going home?”

Su Hui explained, “No, I’m going abroad with a friend to visit another friend.”

“That sentence sounds like a tongue twister,” Zhang Ranran commented as she emerged from the bathroom, patting her face. “This mask makes my skin feel so soft.”

Su Hui glanced at her and teased, “Your skin’s always soft.”

Zhang Ranran beamed. “I love hearing that. Why are you being so sweet today? Did you eat honey or something?”

Su Hui smiled faintly but didn’t respond.

The other girl in their dormitory lived off-campus with her boyfriend, so only Zhou Kexin and Zhang Ranran were left in the room.

That evening, Su Hui was bombarded with gossip from her roommates.

For example, there was a story about a Physical Education major who had arranged dates with multiple girls, only for them to run into each other—one big disaster waiting to happen.

“...And hey, by the way,” Zhang Ranran suddenly remembered something. “There’s another ‘flower’ in our Foreign Languages Department who wants to pursue your brother.”

Zhou Kexin added, “She even tried asking me for your WeChat ID this morning. I almost forgot to tell you.”

Most school communication happened on QQ rather than WeChat, so private messages were rare.

Su Hui shrugged. “Why ask me? Go ask Su Cheng yourself.”

She didn’t think much of the girl—probably due to some subconscious rivalry. Every time they shared a classroom, she felt uncomfortable under the girl’s lingering gaze.

Zhang Ranran snorted. “If she could get his WeChat easily, why would she bother asking you? Your brother’s contact info isn’t exactly public knowledge.”