But unfortunately, Jiahuai cares the most about winning and losing.
He prides himself on his ntal arithtic skills, always calm and composed, and has never stumbled throughout his life.
His family’s group has a dia company, and to train him, his father transferred it under his na, letting him learn to run it himself.
Sheng Tang’s song was one that Jiahuai particularly liked and even thought about giving it to an artist from the company to package.
Unexpectedly, this matter frustrated him.
It was his first ti being rejected by soone, and he was very furious, wanting to teach Sheng Tang a lesson.
But he was defeated once again.
Losing to a girl younger than him, how could he not be annoyed?
Sheng Tang smiled faintly at him, with a sarcastic look that pierced Gu Jiahui’s heart.
Jiahuai’s expression changed several tis before he finally laughed, "Interesting, I’m suddenly very interested in you."
"I’ve always been interesting," Sheng Tang said, "Senior, if you want to compete, do it openly, don’t resort to dirty tricks. How you treat reflects how you see yourself. Sending soone to harass , are you a thug?"
Jiahuai seed to humbly accept this mockery, "Alright, Sheng Tang, I’ll treat you as my opponent. But, I hope you won’t regret it. Being my opponent never ends well!"
Sheng Tang laughed aloud, "A defeated opponent dares to talk brave?"
Jiahuai laughed too.
At that mont, he truly found Sheng Tang interesting, more so than most people in this school.
Sheng Tang said to him again, "There was no fugitive, it was sothing I had people fabricate. Have you eaten yet?"
"Not yet."
"Go back and eat," Sheng Tang said.
Jiahuai smiled, "Together, let treat you."
Sheng Tang was about to refuse when Jiahuai called her over and told her to wait for a mont.
He went to the cafeteria to buy fast food, burgers, fries, etc., and ca back.
He took Sheng Tang to the top floor of the students’ union building.
The top floor seed to be a common place for student union mbers, with vine chairs, a large umbrella, and several pots of plants.
Chrysanthemums were quietly blooming in the late autumn sunlight, with layers of petals and a complex fragrance.
"This place is nice," Sheng Tang said, "It’s just a bit cold."
Jiahuai pushed the drink over to her.
Sheng Tang shook her head, "I don’t drink this, I’m on a diet."
"You won’t eat anything?"
"No, you eat." Sheng Tang said.
Jiahuai didn’t stand on ceremony and began eating big mouthfuls. Sheng Tang sat opposite him, thinking that this boy wanted to kill her, yet he’s treating her to food—a truly bizarre person.
And as Jiahuai devoured the junk food, there was no trace of that pretentious aura, just a real big boy.
His eyes behind the thin lenses were fixed on Sheng Tang, "Ever thought about dating?"
"No."
"How about being my girlfriend?" Jiahuai suddenly asked.
He was surprised by his own question, as it was completely unconsidered.
He looked at Sheng Tang sitting there, her casual, lazy posture, the sunlight on her face. Her expression was calm and serene, like a famous painting.
She had a kind of captivating charm.
Sheng Tang laughed, "You win against first."
She then put on a serious face, "I didn’t pursue the matter this ti to give us both a chance to reconcile. If you plot sothing in the dark, I won’t be polite to you."
Jiahuai looked at her quietly.
He didn’t say anything, but reached out to wipe at the corner of her lips, then pressed his fingers to his own lips.
Sheng Tang: "...."
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