Luosang didn’t know if she should laugh or cry. She just wanted to break up with him and get the evidence from Jiang Qifei. Now the whole school knew. She should have thought about this earlier. She underestimated how strange Nian Junting’s way of thinking was. He never made judgents like a normal guy. In fact, he always took unusual paths.
Sitting beside her, Chi Shengxu covered his face with a book and sighed. “What should I do? I am touched by Mr. Nian, too.” Seriously, he didn’t understand why Luosang had chosen Nian Junting before, as he was six or seven years older than she was. He had been keeping his feelings to himself the whole ti and thinking that what he had done for Luosang was pretty admirable. Now, compared to Nian Junting, he felt that he was childish.
Luosang suddenly stood up, closed her book, and rushed out. She rushed straight into the president’s office. “Luosang, why aren’t you in class?” President He smiled at her.
Luosang pointed outside, gasped for air, then said, “President He, it’s... inappropriate for Mr. Nian to read a love poem like that during a class, isn’t it? Our class was interrupted. Aren’t you gonna say anything about it?”
“You’re such a heartless child,” said Principle He. “Mr. Nian’s poem was so touching. I’ve allowed Mr. Nian to do whatever he wants in school, so that you love birds will finally be together. Don’t forget to invite to your wedding.” The corners of Luosang’s mouth twitched. She had forgotten that after taking a class from Nian Junting last ti, President He had basically beco his henchman.
“Go back to your class. I still have work to do.” President He waved a hand.
When she walked out of the president’s office, the bell for the end of the class was heard. Yan Su called Luosang. They agreed to et at the entrance of the cafeteria and have lunch together.
Seeing her, Yan Su raised her eyebrows, narrowed her eyes, and lowered her voice to mimic Nian Junting talking. “Your bright and watery eyes, slightly curly long hair, and cherry-like lips, oh my, my heart missed a beat...”
Luosang even wanted a hole to crawl into. “Please don’t. He didn’t say, ‘oh my,’ did he?”
“He didn’t, but my heart thumped and that made want to say, ‘oh my,’” Yan Su said, smiling. “That was so sweet. Eh, Mr. Nian is seriously too good. Yesterday, you talked to him like that, but he’s actually not mad at you. On the contrary, he’s even trying to pursue you again. Before, you always said that he’s an.” Yan Su clicked her tongue and said, “I think you’re an.”
“Are you willing to give up your Shi Xiang?” asked Luosang.
“If Mr. Nian was going after , I’d give him up. After all, he’s not as good as Mr. Nian.” Yan Su curved her mouth into a smile.
While chatting, they went to buy their als. When they arrived at the food area, a middle-aged female cafeteria staff mber took a few glances at Luosang, then suddenly handed her a dark-colored, delicate lunch box. She then said to her, “Miss, this is your al. Mr. Nian prepared it for you.”
Luosang paused for a second, then opened the lunch box. The rice in that box was decorated with a piglet pattern that was made from carrots. Besides the rice, there were chicken wings, peeled shrimp, pork ribs, and broccoli.
“Wow, so pretty!” Yan Su exclaid.
Luosang recalled what Nian Junting had said—You’re a happy little piglet in my eyes.
Why was his EQ suddenly boosted up? Luosang nearly collapsed.
“Mr. Nian didn’t make this himself, did he?” asked Yan Su.
“I don’t think so. He’s not good at cooking.” Luosang guessed, “I think Sister Lan made this.”
“Sit, sit down. Let try so of this.” Yan Su pushed her to a seat.
Luosang took out her chopsticks. Then suddenly, she noticed a piece of paper under the box. She took it out and found that it was a note with a few words written on it in a manly style of writing—Do not share it with Yan Su.
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