I Don’t Want To Be Popular

Chapter 14: Run for class president

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"Well..." Chen Chuan looked for words, but there was no better reason, so he said directly: "Are you free tonight, let's have dinner together? I heard that there is a music restaurant on the commercial street..."

"Okay, what time is it?" He Jinglan looked at her phone, "It's half past five, shall we see you at seven?"

"Ah?" Chen Chuan didn't expect it to go so smoothly, and couldn't help touching his cheek.

I thought to myself, could it be that now I have reached the point where everyone loves and flowers bloom

"I'm leaving first. I have some things to do back to the dormitory. See you tonight. By the way, add WeChat and just send me the address." He Jinglan flashed the QR code.

drop!

Chen Chuan scanned and saw He Jinglan shaking her long flowing hair, walking briskly on her slender legs and walking away with a few girls.

"Jing Lan, what are the arrangements for the evening? Have dinner together?"

"Tomorrow, I have plans tonight..."

"What arrangement?"

"Secret..." He Jinglan smiled lightly.

"Ah, why is this, I hate it, don't tell me that a handsome guy treats you to dinner..."

The breeze blew over the indistinct voices of a few girls.

seven o'clock in the evening.

Off-campus commercial street, Manshilia Music Restaurant.

The melodious sound of the piano flutters in the exquisitely decorated restaurant.

Chen Chuan came one step ahead. It was nearly seven o'clock when a slender, tall and beautiful figure walked in. He Jinglan changed into a high-waisted denim skirt and a white chiffon top, looking refreshing and natural.

She put down her bag, smoothed her skirt with her hand, sat down and said: "I heard you introduce yourself and said that you like to listen to piano music, so I was very impressed with you. So I remember you. Because I am too, from four My mother let me learn the piano since I was 10 years old.”

After hearing her finish, Chen Chuan smiled and took the menu: "Let's order first. I think this classic set menu A is good. The M7 Wagyu Tomahawk steak is the specialty here."

He Jinglan looked at the price tag and said with a smile: "It's so expensive, I'm afraid there is IQ tax in it."

Chen Chuan: "..."

"Actually, I'd rather eat the little fried chicken from the small farmyard next door. You know, I'm from Sichuan, and I like spicy food." He Jinglan said.

"You don't want m7 wagyu steak, but you want to eat fried chicken? Are you sure?" Chen Chuan was surprised again.

He Jinglan nodded resolutely: "How about we change places? I invite you to eat fried chicken?"

Chen Chuan stood up, "Let's go, let's change places."

The two left the restaurant and went outside. At seven o'clock in the evening in early September, the sky was still dark, and the golden setting sun covered the seaside city.

The sea breeze blows slowly, which is refreshing.

The two walked side by side, slowly.

Looking at the coastline and glancing at the beauty next to him from the corner of his eyes, Chen Chuan couldn't help sighing that the university is really a place suitable for love.

In the slightly salty sea breeze, there seems to be a sweet and greasy smell.

Slowly walk dozens of steps to a restaurant called "Farm House".

This is indeed the decoration style of a small farmyard, with courtyards and corridors, very down-to-earth and unique.

"Ground pot chicken, dry pot tofu, steamed garlic short ribs, Hangzhou pepper beef tenderloin, fresh vegetables, two cups of corn juice."

After seeking He Jinglan's opinion, Chen Chuan ordered the food.

Although it is a "small farmyard", the food is not cheap. It is said that the chickens are free-range chickens raised in Yimeng, and a serving of ground pot chicken costs 198 yuan.

After Chen Chuan paid the bill, he received a system message, "You spent 351 yuan and got a rebate of 702 yuan, which has been transferred to your bank card."

"This ground pot chicken is so expensive, it should be delicious. It cost you money, in fact, I should treat you to this meal." He Jinglan said.

"You invite me?" Chen Chuan asked.

He Jinglan said with a half-smile: "It stands to reason that when school just started and was invited to dinner by a boy, one should be more reserved and not agree so readily. I think you are surprised that I am so happy, hehe."

Chen Chuan nodded, quite surprised.

"Firstly, when you introduced yourself, you thought you were a nice person and liked to listen to piano music. This resonates with me. Second... and the most important thing is that I want to ask you for help. I want to run for class president, and boys have 11 tickets , you, can you help me win them all?" He Jinglan said.

"Squad leader..." Chen Chuan began to recall.

If I remember correctly, when he was writing the book, he seemed to have mentioned that the class monitor of Class 1 of the Chinese Department was an ordinary-looking girl with short hair, and that must not be the He Jinglan in front of me.

"Do you really want to be?" Chen Chuan asked.

He Jinglan nodded, and at this time the ground pot chicken was served.

"Let's eat first, how about the taste of this 198 yuan ground pot chicken?" Chen Chuan greeted, "Many chickens are meat chickens raised on feed, and the taste is too bad. This... um, it tastes great, The meat is also firm and chewy.”

He Jinglan also took a bite, smiling and narrowing her eyes, showing a delicious expression, "It's so spicy, the chicken is also delicious, it's delicious."

The dishes were served one after another, and the two began to eat.

I didn't bring up the issue of running for monitor.

At this time, a few more girls came in. These girls were exquisitely dressed, and the smell of perfume could be smelled from a long distance away. Among them was a chubby girl, like an ugly duckling mixed with white swans, who was particularly eye-catching.

Chen Chuan looked up inadvertently, and saw that Zhou Qi was among them.

Zhou Qi is in the School of Life Sciences of Haiqin University, these should be her roommates.

At this time, those girls also looked towards Chen Chuan and the others, and then they whispered:

"Look, there is a goddess-level figure over there."

"The boy she eats with is also quite handsome, and the god and goddess match well."

He Jinglan pursed her lips and smiled when she heard these comments: "They seem to regard us as a couple. By the way, I think you are also looking at them. Is there anyone you know there?"