"Fei Qing, have you ever been confessed to," Hang Yishao stroked his chin, a stubble beginning to erge, showing signs of turning into an adult man.
"Bro, I’m the proactive type. Besides, things that co too easily always lack so thrill, not as exciting as chasing after them yourself. Do I really need to teach you this? I rember my first girlfriend was chased down with your cunning plan."
Seeing Hang Yishao suddenly speechless, Fei Qing continued, "What were you saying back then? ’Brothers are like limbs, won are like clothes,’" Fei Qing still rembered clearly, that girl had initially confessed to Hang Yishao, but sohow, he managed to turn her over to his favor.
"Forget it, it’s all old stories; I hardly rember it now. But this ti, I’m feeling sothing strange. It’s like getting hit by a stealthy blow, at first there’s no feeling, but upon reflection... it feels like sothing is overflowing from my heart," Hang Yishao’s corners of his lips lifted attractively, his eyes filled with an indescribable joy, looking like...
"An idiot," Fei Qing couldn’t understand Hang Yishao’s current mindset; he had never been in love and couldn’t figure out the clues at the mont. After a while, he realized that it wasn’t an idiotic look, but a "silly infatuation."
"Forget it, you wouldn’t understand," Hang Yishao stood up, "I’m going to Kelly Won’s College for a riding lesson."
"Hey, it’s only half-past twelve, and the riding lessons don’t start until two o’clock." Fei Qing took another sip of his milk tea, feeling sowhat sick of it, and pushed it aside.
"I’ll go early... to prepare," Hang Yishao made up an excuse and strode away.
"Prepare? Are you really going to warm up with the horses," Fei Qing rolled his eyes. Everyone’s acting weird lately, better to call his new girlfriend; that seems more right.
Deng Jiani holding that gold card, felt an indescribable displeasure. She chose Hang Yishao because he was different from the n before. He was humorous and knew how to make people happy, so why did his attitude start to change, becoming like that prior privileged man, using a thin piece of paper to dismiss her.
Her first man dispatched her with an admission letter from Daoquan University. "Brother Jin" used a thick stack of cash, mocking her. Now Hang Yishao used a gold card, leaving her all alone.
"It started to change after the incident at the tea bar last ti," Deng Jiani’s senses were sharp. From Hang Yishao’s distracted deanor today, she sensed his change.
Su Ziceng, could it be because of that damn rich girl Su Ziceng? Impossible, Yishao dislikes Su Ziceng the most. Her bossiness, wishing she’d even manage what color of underwear Yishao wore, made Hang Yishao miserable.
Moreover, she had already hired soone to teach that arrogant rich girl a lesson. Deng Jiani found a public phone booth. It was still lunchti, and there weren’t many students around.
"Hello, Brother Jin, how did the thing I asked you to handle go?" Deng Jiani covered the phone, lowering her voice.
"All done, baby, I knew you are the best for , okay, I’ll do everything you say, I’ll co to see you tonight." Deng Jiani heard the report from the other end, saying that the arrogant woman was slapped several tis, even her face swelled up.
Brother Jin’s subordinates, after returning, didn’t dare to admit that besides teaching Su Ziceng a lesson, they also harbored ill intentions and even caused her leg injury. These people thought they were teaching a lesson to a common rich person, not knowing the consequences to follow.
"Let’s see how long she can remain arrogant. These few days, she probably won’t dare to et people and can only hide at ho to recover. Stupid girl, let’s see if you dare to be so presumptuous again," Deng Jiani twisted her waist, putting the gold card into her bag. As long as Hang Yishao and she lived together, she was sure to keep him very comfortable and unwilling to leave her. Now, the most important thing was to tidy up their "Love’s Little House" and move in sooner.
After arriving at Daoquan University, Hang Yishao wandered around on the riding field, straying from his original path and heading deeper into the campus.
Coming towards him were girls ready for their classes. Hang Yishao, a grown man and a new face, if not for his Daoquan University equestrian attire, the girls might have thought another high-standard male teacher had arrived.
After a loop, having seen enough scenery, Hang Yishao lazily took out his phone and dialed Su Ziceng’s number.
No one answered the call for a long ti. Su Ziceng’s phone was left on her desk, and Yan Wuxu had already gone out for classes. She, with her inconvenient leg, could only anxiously watch as the phone continued to ring on the other side.
"No one’s picking up," Hang Yishao felt displeased, unsure if Su Ziceng was annoyed and deliberately not answering his call.
Won really shouldn’t be spoiled; once spoiled, they think they can fly high. Hang Yishao cursed softly.
"Excuse , do you know where the freshn live?" Just a mont ago, Hang Yishao was stubbornly complaining, but the next he stopped a female student to ask.
"Are you looking for the freshman apartnts or the dormitory? The apartnt is just around the corner up ahead, and the dorms are across that thicket." The stopped student was sowhat flattered, her face filled with amazent as she looked at this sunny-smiled young man.
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