As the final exams approached, most elective courses had ended, and the remaining ti for core subjects was mostly used for self-study.
Most day students at the school began to gradually return to the dormitories, burning the midnight oil. During busy study tis, the three hottest places on campus were the library, the study room, and the cafeteria.
Zhao ii and her friends loved going to Cafeteria No. 4 because the chef’s dishes were delicious and particularly popular at school. When it was ti to eat, everyone rushed there, afraid that if they were a step slower, they wouldn’t get the tasty food.
As soon as class was over at noon, Zhao ii imdiately walked with Peng Hui and Qian Sing, arm in arm, hurrying to the cafeteria to eat.
Zhao ii walked in the middle, looking down to send a ssage to Shi Yang, while Peng Hui and Qian Sing flanked her like crutches, guiding the way and urging, "Hurry up, stop texting, or we won’t get any beef stew with tomatoes!"
Just as they were about to reach the cafeteria entrance, Peng Hui and Qian Sing suddenly pulled Zhao ii back a couple of steps to the side.
Zhao ii looked up and saw a pile of papers scattered on the ground, with a boy squatting down, frantically picking them up.
A gust of wind blew, and the papers shuffled to the side.
The boy was worried sick and hurriedly sped up his gathering.
Peng Hui and Qian Sing, eager to secure their als, ignored this and pulled Zhao ii, attempting to dodge past him into the cafeteria. Zhao ii glanced at the boy and stopped Peng Hui and Qian Sing: "Wait a minute!"
The boy squatting on the ground, picking up the papers, was tall and thin, wearing a black down jacket with spiky hair sticking up, sporting a pair of fleece sweatpants. He used one hand to hold onto the papers in his arms and the other hand kept quickly picking up papers while anxiously reminding passing students who were hurrying to get their als to watch their step.
Many rushed past the cafeteria entrance, but no one wanted to squat down to help pick up the papers at this mont.
Zhao ii said, "I know him, I’ll help him pick up the papers. You guys go in and get the food first!"
Peng Hui and Qian Sing, rembering their mission to get food, quickly left Zhao ii and rushed into the cafeteria.
Zhao ii crouched down to help pick up the scattered papers on the ground.
Dong Wenjie, who had an anxious look on his face while squatting, revealed an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.
Zhao ii helped pick up the papers that had flown away and walked over to Dong Wenjie.
Dong Wenjie looked up with a surprised expression: "It’s you? Thank you!"
Zhao ii smiled slightly, helped him gather up the papers, and asked, "Did you lose any?"
Dong Wenjie gathered the papers in his arms: "I don’t think so." Then he apologetically said, "Did I delay your al?"
Zhao ii said, "It’s fine, my friends are getting it for ."
Dong Wenjie followed Zhao ii into the cafeteria, holding the papers. The line at the food counter was crowded with people.
Zhao ii found an empty table to sit at, waved at Peng Hui who was craning her neck looking for her at the serving counter, and only sat down after seeing that she noticed.
Dong Wenjie asked, "How many of you are there? Can I sit here?"
Zhao ii said, "Three. Sure, you sit here, I’ll watch your stuff, go get your food."
After thanking her, Dong Wenjie placed the papers on the chair and turned to queue for food.
Peng Hui was the first to return. She plopped the tray on the table and imdiately asked gossipingly, "Who was that guy just now?"
Zhao ii recounted the story of how she knew Dong Wenjie.
Peng Hui’s eyes widened bit by bit: "Such a thing could happen to you, it’s fate!"
Zhao ii rolled her eyes: "Fate, my foot! Let see what dishes you got for !"
Qian Sing also returned shortly, and Zhao ii repeated what she had told Peng Hui.
Qian Sing said, "I took a glance at him on my way back, he looks quite spirited!"
Peng Hui was curious: "Really? I didn’t look closely, is he handso?"
Qian Sing nodded in praise: "Handso!"
Peng Hui was delighted: "Oh really, then I must take a good look."
Soon, the handso guy, Dong Wenjie, returned with two trays. He placed the one with the al in front of himself and the one filled with dishes in the middle of the table, smiling slightly as he said, "I got there a bit late, but these dishes look pretty good, help yourselves. It’s my treat."
Dong Wenjie set the trays down, then picked up the papers that were on the chair.
Peng Hui first noticed the trays, then turned her head to look at him, all she saw was a dense head of hair, and didn’t get to see his face yet.
"Oh, you actually got fried chicken wings, I wanted to buy so before, but I ran out of space on my tray." Qian Sing, upon seeing the food, imdiately bead with joy.
Dong Wenjie placed the papers on his lap and sat down beside Zhao ii. He lifted his head and smiled: "Is that so? I’m glad you like it."
When Dong Wenjie raised his head, Peng Hui finally got a good look at his face. Once she did, she forgot to maintain her usual pretentious calm and dignified deanor in front of others and scrutinized Dong Wenjie from head to toe, wishing she could strip off his down jacket to see the broad shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs inside.
Dong Wenjie was indifferent to Peng Hui’s deliberate scrutiny, only responding with a warm smile.
Peng Hui was captivated by the smile on his face, causing her brain to instantly shut down; by the end of the al, she hadn’t paid attention to what she had eaten.
Dong Wenjie ate relatively quickly. After finishing, he said to Zhao ii, "I have sothing to do, I’m leaving first. Thank you for today. Next ti, if I have the chance, I’ll treat you, ah, ngng and Peng Hui as well, I’ll treat you all to a al."
Peng Hui leaned her neck forward toward Dong Wenjie, asking, "Do you know our phone numbers? How will you contact us then?"
Zhao ii and Dong Wenjie were both taken aback for a mont.
Dong Wenjie said, "Uh, I don’t. Why don’t you give your dorm room phone number?"
Zhao ii just wanted to decline, but Peng Hui hurriedly stated the number: "810..."
Dong Wenjie repeated it twice to rember, smiling as he said, "I’ll call you when I have ti, goodbye!"
As Dong Wenjie disappeared from view, Peng Hui continued to crane her neck and stared.
Zhao ii waved her chopsticks in front of Peng Hui’s face: "Hey, hey! Co back to reality! He’s long gone!"
Peng Hui retracted her gaze, smiling with lovestruck eyes: "Hehehe! He’s really handso!!"
Zhao ii made a face that couldn’t bear to look directly: "There are many handso guys, you usually don’t act this way!"
Peng Hui placed her hand on her chest: "I think I’m smitten with him."
Qian Sing was speechless and asked, "What do you an by ’think’?"
Peng Hui lowered her eyelids and smiled: "I’ve decided I want to pursue him. He’s the tree I want to find."
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