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An Shaojie was originally someone who arrived early for class. Now, after entering the classroom, he no longer sat in a corner reading like before. Instead, he leaned against a desk by the aisle, waiting for Qinglan and Xu Wen to arrive. As soon as they did, he would spring up like an alert hunting dog, rushing to sit next to Qinglan.
Later, Xu Wen simply stopped competing with him. Every time he reached the classroom door, he and Qinglan seemed to have an unspoken agreement. Xu Wen would hand Qinglan her books, and then the two would wave and smile at each other. Xu Wen would sit in the corner while Qinglan chose any available seat, and An Shaojie would walk over to sit beside her.
Aside from occupying Xu Wen's seat, An Shaojie did not infringe upon Qinglan in any other way.
Time quickly passed, and it was now April.
In April, the campus was already devoid of blossoms, with willow trees providing shade. Fashionable girls and those sensitive to the season had long since donned long skirts. At A University Campus, many girls began wearing long skirts, and they were mercilessly indulging in ice pops and ice cream.
Interestingly, the mischievous Jiang Liuying had started to pursue her unique ideas again.
It was unclear what had gotten into Jiang Liuying. Ever since summer made its first appearance, she had dragged Mosen around the school and nearby areas collecting empty drink bottles to sell outside.
"Hey! Jiang Liuying, do you really need that little bit of money? You spend lavishly but exploit Mosen to pick up drink bottles for cash. That's just too stingy," Shen Xiaomeng remarked, unable to tolerate Jiang Liuying's ways.
"What do you know?" Jiang Liuying shot a sideways glance at Shen Xiaomeng. "It's not about the money; it's that ice cream bought with my own earnings tastes better."
"Oh really?" Shen Xiaomeng looked at the ice cream in her hand and said with a twinkle in her eye, "How about we swap for a taste?"
At that moment, Jiang Liuying was also enjoying an ice cream. Upon hearing Shen Xiaomeng's suggestion, she realized she had been tricked. The ice cream she held cost two yuan each; what was Shen Xiaomeng eating? Just something from the ice factory that cost less than one yuan.
Feeling wronged, Jiang Liuying pouted. Although she was extremely reluctant, she extended her hand and brought the ice cream to Shen Xiaomeng's mouth. "You can only take one bite; this is what I earned by collecting empty bottles with Mosen all morning on the weekend."
"Bite here," Liuying pointed to a spot that she hadn't bitten yet.
Seeing Jiang Liuying's troubled expression made Shen Xiaomeng smirk with satisfaction. Having been teased by her often, this time she finally got her revenge. She took a big bite from the spot Jiang Liuying indicated.
"Wow, this is definitely much better than my big popsicle," Shen Xiaomeng exclaimed as she lifted her face, afraid that the ice cream in her mouth might fall to the ground.
Jiang Liuying sat back in her seat, staring at the ice cream that Shen Xiaomeng had deeply bitten into, pouting in heartache for a long time.
While Jiang Liuying was lamenting over her ice cream, she suddenly heard Shen Xiaomeng exclaim, "Phew," followed by, "Oh my gosh, it's so cold."
She saw Shen Xiaomeng with her mouth open, patting her chest, as a large chunk of ice cream had disappeared; she had swallowed it whole. Now it was freezing her insides!
Seeing this, Jiang Liuying stopped feeling sorry for her ice cream and burst into laughter, muttering softly, "You reap what you sow."
"Hey, Jiang Liuying, it's just a bite of ice cream! Is it really necessary to be so vicious?" Shen Xiaomeng replied, displeased.
"That popsicle in your hand probably isn't going down well now, is it?" Jiang Liuying continued to tease.
"I'm not eating it anymore; here, take it," Shen Xiaomeng said stubbornly, shoving the popsicle in her hand into Jiang Liuying's hands.
Jiang Liuying happily took another half of the popsicle.
Qinglan walked in from outside and said, "Liuying, your Mosen seems to be downstairs."
Liuying stood up and was about to head to the hallway when her phone on the table rang.
The sun was shining brightly outside, and since there were no classes in the afternoon, Mosen invited Liuying out for shopping.
When Liuying bounced down the stairs like a little rabbit and stood in front of Mosen, he made an exaggerated motion, pretending to be startled and stepping back a few paces. Half-jokingly and half-seriously, he said, "Liuying, what kind of performance are you putting on?"
"What's wrong?" Mosen's exaggerated expression left Liuying confused. "Is there something wrong with how I look?"
Looking at Jiang Liuying dressed as she was yet still oblivious to it all, Mosen burst out laughing and asked, "Who came up with this outfit for you?"
"I did," Jiang Liuying replied, finding Mosen's question strange. Of course she put together her own clothes; just like she was responsible for her own words and actions—what was so unusual about that?
"Did your roommates not check you before you went out?" Mosen's expression was strange.
"Check what? What is there to check?" Liuying asked.
"They didn't say that your outfit would disrupt the normal order of the school," Mosen teased with a laugh.
Jiang Liuying finally understood what Mosen meant. He had gone around in circles just to say that her outfit was a bit odd. He had already told her several times that her clothing was unconventional. Saying her outfit was unconventional was a more tactful way for Mosen to express that, "Jiang Liuying, your sense of fashion is too casual."
He thought she had never put any thought into her clothes; otherwise, how could any girl dress like her?
Just look at her—a white suit with a large collar and short sleeves. If she paired it with a fitted short skirt and high-heeled shoes, along with her petite and tall figure unique to Jiangnan girls, delicate features, graceful temperament, and curvy body, she would surely turn heads wherever she went, becoming a beautiful sight.
Where in the world could there be such a womanly yet exquisitely beautiful girl!
But she chose not to dress like that.
Mosen had told her several times, but she insisted, "I'm currently a student; dressing like that makes me feel uncomfortable. Students should be pure and sporty, you know?"
Jiang Liuying always spoke with confidence, glancing at Mosen.
Well, she insisted on pairing a pair of black wide-leg trousers with flat-soled leather shoes that looked like casual sneakers. At least the shoes were white, and their quality was definitely high-end. So overall, her image still had some intriguing qualities. "Hmph, what do you know?" Jiang Liuying scoffed at Mosen's remarks. "You just don't appreciate it."
Mosen laughed even harder and jokingly said, "You dress like Mario; how can I not appreciate it? Do you believe that if we go out now, the buses on the street will start driving in reverse?"
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