Enyu took me around the school, and the sound of the suitcase wheels rubbing against the ground kept ringing in his ears, suppressing the dullness and covering up the hope that should have existed.

From afar, I saw the senior from yesterday and wanted to call him, but found that I didn't know his name.

A black Bentley drove into the campus, causing the people around us to whisper. The volume gradually increased and eventually turned into a clamor mixed with screams.

We walked away from the crowd. Enyu said mockingly: "Song Yuzhe is really here to school."

These three words exploded in my mind. I pushed over Enyu's shoulders hard, "You mean Song Yuzhe, Song Yunzhe's younger brother?"

She shook my hands away, and Xuexue exclaimed, "Gu Yilian, you are going to crush my shoulders!"

More and more people walked towards the RV, and we were soon submerged in the crowd again, and the expressions of the girls around us contained a delicate excitement.

The crowd was like waves standing there and slapped me back into the sea. I struggled but couldn't find the exit. I rely on Enyu to protect me with my arms.

Finally, all the audience present saw Song Yunzhe who walked out of the car and Song Yuzhe wearing a baseball cap. This was the first time I saw him, but he had the corners of his mouth that were almost exactly the same as Song Yunzhe and his chin with a cold line, so it was not difficult to tell who he was.

Enyu pulled me out and continued to walk out, while saying impatiently: "It's all my dad who wants Song Yunzhe to come to school to take photos of the school anniversary."

We finally got out of the crowd. Enyu would rub his shoulders from time to time, and then I realized how hard I was and kept looking at her apologetically.

"Okay, OK...", she pushed my face aside, "Don't try to pass on my self-blame to me with innocent eyes."

We walked slowly back to the dormitory, and the girls in the corridor were still discussing Song Yunzhe, which made Enyu's mouth feel a little ridiculous. If Enyu hadn't known him early in the morning and I was not Gu Yilian, maybe we would be the same as them. But how could there be so many ifs? I am still me, I can't escape or get out of it.

The door of the dormitory was not closed. When Enyu and I were standing at the door, the two girls inside also stared at us with wide eyes. They were the kind of bright girls with hope at all times. If they were tricks, then Enyu and I could only be called out. What is pale in comparison? I can't understand the most at this time.

After confirming that we did not go to the wrong dormitory, we stepped in and completed all the procedures for the first meeting excitedly and awkwardly.

The roommates were named Yin Nuo and Wu Feifei respectively.

Enyu went home in the afternoon, and Yin Nuo sent his family to the airport again. Only Wu Feifei and I were left in the dormitory. She was still tirelessly tidying up the outfits she brought, while I was bored, standing on the balcony listening to Diamondrio's country music.

"Yilian."

I turned my head. Her clear green dress had a decent waist, implicitly showing the female curves; the gray vines spread across the hem of the skirt, and the elegance of the pattern added a little dignity to her little jade; a piece of slender arms were exposed in the wide lantern sleeves, and they were now wrapping into my arms.

"Yilian, will you have time later?" she asked sweetly.

I was infected by her smile and couldn't help but raise my lips, "Yes."

"Then can we go shopping?" She pointed to the wardrobe that was stuffed with regret, "I didn't bring many clothes I like."

My first reaction was that I was frightened, insulted and stimulated. But beauty, especially beautiful women with such a good attitude, is really irresistible. Even if I am a girl, my sexual orientation is male.

In this way, I agreed without any prospects.

After accompanying her to sweep the three floors of the department store, I was finally free: she received a call from her boyfriend.

I rushed out of the department store where I had been to the sprint of nearly 100 meters for nearly four hours. Now, as soon as I close my eyes, I see the faces of the shopping guides, full of longing and slightly pretentious faces-

"It's really suitable to wear this lady."

"Your skin is white, and there is nothing more contrasting than this color."

"It's not expensive, this price is already very low in this brand. If the company hadn't organized an event, it wouldn't have sold it like this."

"Miss, you are so lucky. Our brand just happened to be launched today."

...

I looked at nearly ten paper bags containing Wu Feifei's spoils in my hand, and suddenly I felt that the shopping guides were either members of the debate team or studied consumer behavior in the past.

I walked along the street casually and I was attracted by a teak villa cafe. Apart from the straightforward and simple sign "café", there was no other decoration outside the store. I walked in.

The entire cafe was shrouded in orange warmth. In addition to the mellow aroma of coffee, it was also quietly filled with the freshness of teak. I looked around and there was no empty table. Unwilling to give up, I finally walked to the innermost table - only one person occupied it, and this person was still taking a nap on the table with his arm pillowing.

I wasted my natural resources. I was indignant.

The waiter who brought the coffee to the gentleman trotted away in fear after seeing me.

I was confused and subconsciously touched my face.

"Miss." Someone called me.

I turned around and saw a slightly fat man smiling at me professionally. His breastplate was shining, and the two words on it were extremely eye-catching: Manager.

"Miss, sorry..."

The man lying on the table suddenly raised his head and cleared his throat.

The manager's face suddenly turned red, green and black, comparable to neon lights. I turned around curiously and was stunned for ten seconds: Song Yunzhe.

He didn't look at me, but reached out to pick up the coffee, and his sleepy eyes added some disgust.

"Why is this?"

The manager hurriedly answered, "We'll change it for you right away."

"I'm talking about the cup. I remember that I didn't take the wedgwood bone porcelain cup I brought last time. Please explain, what's going on with this cheap and ugly cup in my hand now?"

After all his troubles, he dispelled all my panic just now: no one knows anyone anyway, at most, an ordinary person meets a celebrity, and he happens to see him making unreasonable trouble.

I whispered, "What about shell porcelain and pearl porcelain!"

Song Yunzhe turned his head to look at me, who was inexplicably supposed to appear.

The manager did not stop me, nor did he reveal his intention to let me leave. I think he wanted me to divert Song Yunzhe's attention and make me extort him, and then throw all the problems on me at an appropriate time. At that time, their mistake was nothing more than poor management and people accidentally broke into the forbidden area.

I raised my hand and signaled to the waiter at the next table, "Mantening."

Seeing that the manager had no other words, he had to walk towards the service desk, but turned around step by step.

Song Yunzhe did not completely turn his attention to my disturbance, and then "come inquire".

After several rounds of excuses, the manager who could not resist finally told the truth: the wedgwood bone porcelain cup was accidentally broken during cleaning. He asked agents across the country but couldn't find the one from Song Yunzhe. The cafe had submitted an order with the British side, but it would have to be tomorrow as soon as possible.

Song Yunzhe closed his eyes and listened to the manager's bloody and tearful explanation and apology.

Before I was impatient, the waiter finally brought my coffee.

"Please describe the Sumatra coffee beans consumed in this cup of coffee?" I "make trouble" the waiter.

He looked at the manager and spoke after getting the signal: "Mantening coffee beans are prone to defects during planting. Our cafe chooses high-quality coffee. You can go to the front desk to see where there are samples of our coffee beans."

The manager's expression finally felt a little relieved.

Song Yunzhe supported his chin with one hand and watched me quietly perform a "farce".

"Manager, have you specialized in coffee?" I turned to the manager.

"Of course." The manager clearly felt insulted, "I'm..."

I quickly interrupted him, but I was not interested in listening to his history of making a fortune.

"I believe you know best. Many coffee fans think that the less beautiful Sumatra coffee beans are, the better the taste, the mellower and smoother it will be."

I raised my coffee cup and toasted Song Yunzhe opposite me, "Things that are not good-looking may not be worthless, what do you think?"

I paid the bill, carried the ten shopping bags of all sizes, and walked out of the café, and saw a eye-catching sports car parked at the door at some point.

On a summer afternoon in a bustling commercial city like City A, a cool breeze would occasionally blow away.

I remembered the shock in Song Yunzhe's expression when he turned around, and was a little disappointed. It was not because he did not have the excellent qualities of being thrifty and approachable in traditional culture, but because my brother did not give me a warm smile in real life.

The bulletin board downstairs of the dormitory building posted a notice for tomorrow's lecture, but I didn't pay attention.

In the evening, Wu Feifei showed off her beautiful shirts she had bought back today in the dormitory, and she had a lot of discussions with Yin Nuo. Enyu and I took a shower early and lay down on the bed, supporting our country's communications industry in some very idiotic way.

When she opened the last text message she gave me, she slid her hand and slammed her phone heavily on her face.

The content of her text message was: Tomorrow's lecture by entrepreneur Song Wen at 9 o'clock, my dad will help us take up the front seats.

I stared blankly at the hanging mosquito net until my eyelids couldn't support it and my consciousness was confused.
Chapter completed!