Chapter 162: Chapter 138 Lin Lu Also Confirms His Feelings_3 Chapter 162: Chapter 138 Lin Lu Also Confirms His Feelings_3 The piggy toy inscribed with “Cheng Zhu” had been taken to the house where she and Shen Qingning shared, so, its figure was no longer on the bedside of her ho.
On the drive back alone, Lin Lu had been imrsed in wild thoughts, naturally about the sentence Cheng Zhu said to Little Youzi.
She thought about it while brushing her teeth.
She thought about it while washing her face.
She thought about it while taking a shower.
This made her really want to punch the little piggy toy a couple of tis, but she had nowhere to vent.
Lin Lu naturally was not lacking pursuers; many people had expressed their admiration for her directly.
Many tis, she felt that being liked was so annoying.
But in reality, it wasn’t being liked that was so annoying, it was being liked by those she didn’t like that was absolutely maddening.
She sat down at the table by herself, took out that notebook from her ho, and started to jot down everything that had happened today.
Yeah, she just wanted to write it down, feeling that she had to write it down.
She held the pen, and in a narrative style, began to write down the whole process that took place in the fried chicken shop.
The text started off cold and detached, like an official historian making a record.
But as she wrote down Cheng Zhu’s “Of course you can,” a smile, for so reason, appeared on her face; she wrote with a smile, the two dimples on her cheeks clearly visible.
But soon, she started to feel irritated again.
“What does it all an anyway!” she couldn’t help but mutter, pouting.
However, in her mind, the words Little Youzi asked her erged.
—”Sister Lu, how about you go like my brother?”
Pfft! Like him?
Her hand involuntarily wrote down three words on the paper: Like him?
Then she looked down, crossed them out hurriedly in a panic.
Lin Lu suddenly realized, “Yeah, if I can’t figure him out, can I even figure myself out?”
She started flipping through the notebook from her ho, and just this one contained many entries related to Cheng Zhu.
As she looked down, her right hand was subconsciously twirling her pen.
This girl was quite talented at spinning pens, capable of all sorts of fancy tricks.
And so, Lin Lu fell into reverie, mories began to flicker through her mind, her attention drifting further away.
The pen in her hand spun and spun until it slipped with a clatter, falling onto the table.
She snapped out of her daydream.
Don’t forget, Lin Lu and Shen Qingning had a conversation before.
Shen Qingning had ntioned she didn’t plan to date in college, while Lin Lu, with a look of anticipation, said, “If I et soone I like, I’ll definitely date.”
College, ah, it would be such a pity not to have a sweet romance, right?
Shen Qingning, who loved reading romantic and heart-wrenching fiction, had her own realization: “Only fools fall in love.”
Lin Lu then responded to her with a longing tone: “I really want to be a fool.”
But at the ti, she just thought how rare it was to et soone she liked so easily?
She completed her freshman year without eting a single person who stirred her heart.
Interacting with people is really magical, the sa thing done with different people feels different.
Take chatting for an example, she could hardly bother to chat with other guys, but with Cheng Zhu, it was as if there was an endless stream of topics, even the most trivial subjects could be talked about for a long ti.
At this mont, Lin Lu looked out the window.
“I’m still young and can’t resist temptation. If I et soone who will chat with , make happy, play well with , bring surprises… I’m bound to fall.”
Today, she realized that her notebook was later filled with almost only writings about Cheng Zhu, almost like a love diary.
Coming to her senses, Lin Lu snapped the notebook shut, slumped into the chair and let out a thought:
“I’m done for, I’m a fool.”
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