She walked to school and along the way, she encountered quite a few students from T University. She didn’t recognize those people, but they recognized her, or more accurately, her face—the face of Ji Xiangting’s adopted elder sister-in-law.
Being the focus of attention and subject to pointing and whispering all the way, she had already grown accustod to it, her face towards the rising sun, her steps leisurely.
As she neared the campus, her mood was exceptionally cheerful.
At the school’s main gate, there were always snack carts every morning, and those buying breakfast were all students, with a never-ending stream of custors at each stall.
She hadn’t had ti for breakfast in the morning rush, and now, seeing the food for sale, Ji Anning felt hungry. She surveyed all the snack carts and finally chose her usual favorite, the rice ball.
"I’ll have a rice ball..." She approached the rice ball vendor, greeted the owner, then lowered her head to dig for money in her bag.
Right, he probably hasn’t eaten breakfast either!
Suddenly thinking of Ji Chicheng, who had stord out of the restaurant that morning without eating, she hesitated and then told the rice ball vendor, "Make it two."
As she said this, she scanned the neatly arranged row of drinks and reached for two bottles of lactobacillus, "And two bottles of milk from there."
As the vendor finished making one fried dough stick, ready to start on the second, Ji Anning rembered sothing and instructed the vendor, "Don’t put a fried dough stick in that rice ball."
Ji Chicheng doesn’t eat food like fried sticks when he’s out.
By the ti the vendor had nearly finished making the second rice ball, Ji Anning handed over a fifty yuan note.
"Anning, are the two portions one for ?"
Suddenly, a voice behind her spoke up, an unfamiliar male voice, yet his tone was so familiar as if they were old friends.
Ji Anning turned her head in confusion to look back. A tall, thin boy in a baseball uniform approached her with a slight smile.
Looking at that face, Ji Anning felt it was very familiar, but she couldn’t recall where she had seen him before.
While she was still trying to rember, the boy had already reached her side. Seeing Ji Anning staring at him with furrowed brows in confusion, he smiled and arched his eyebrows, "What? Have you forgotten already after just a few days?"
Hearing his voice again, Ji Anning finally rembered. He was the wealthy playboy, Rong Feifan, who’d been stopped by Jin Yuanyuan’s traffic cop crush while driving his sports car that night!
He was also the one who had given her a ride to the wharf that day.
Upon rembering, Ji Anning asked indifferently, "What brings you here?"
"I’m here to study," Rong Feifan pointed towards the T University gate, stating it as if it were a matter of course.
This guy was also a student at T University?
Ji Anning felt a mont of surprise inside, then casually nodded with a nonchalant "Oh."
She didn’t have a particularly good impression of Rong Feifan, nor was she interested in his affairs. Whether or not he was a student at T University had nothing to do with her.
She turned her gaze back to the rice ball vendor, took the bag from his hand, and handed over her money, "Here’s the money."
But Rong Feifan’s hand next to her reached out to the vendor first, forcefully stuffing a hundred yuan note at him, "Keep the change."
So generous—his tone was just like that of soone else who had bought her skewers; it was as domineering and commanding, but it lacked so maturity when compared to him.
Are all wealthy n so ostentatious nowadays? Ji Anning frowned wordlessly, then also handed her fifty yuan note to the vendor, "Here, the money is for you, and this is what I bought. I’ll pay for it myself."
She didn’t want anything to do with this playboy. His flashy ways and handso looks combined with his wealth no doubt attracted plenty of attention at school.
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