She herself doesn't like boys with creamy looks, which always give people a sense of fragility. So when she suddenly saw a 'fraidy' boy in front of her who called her a junior, Qiao Nian's first reaction was to frown: "What's the matter?"
This tone was different from the soft and gentle voice of other girls. It was lazy and contained a hint of arrogance.
Wen Ziyu's heartstrings were plucked by an invisible hand. He could tell that the girl in front of him might be different from the types he had met before. He raised the corners of his mouth, smiled kindly, and said shyly: "Um, are you a student who came to participate in the independent enrollment?"
Facing Qiao Nian's dark eyes, he lowered his eyes and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I haven't seen you in school before, so I guessed you were a student taking the exam. By the way, what's your name? My name is Wen Ziyu, and I'm a junior in the Department of Finance at Tsinghua University."
Qiao Nian's dark eyes were quite irritated. She had been patiently listening to him for a long time without getting to the point, and she was getting a little impatient.
"What's up?"
Wen Ziyu would look in the mirror every day when he woke up and when he took a shower. He knew what his face looked like, so he took the initiative to strike up a conversation and introduce himself enthusiastically. Unexpectedly, he was rejected twice. This was the first time he encountered such a situation. He was unable to react for a moment. He touched the bridge of his nose and said awkwardly, "No, nothing. I just saw my junior standing here alone playing with her phone, and wanted to ask if you wanted to visit the school. Is this your first time at Tsinghua University..."
"Not interested in."
Qiao Nian withdrew his gaze, his expression cold and lazy, still leaning there with his neck hooked, as if the phone in his hand was more interesting than anything else.
Wen Ziyu stood there feeling a little at a loss as to what to do.
So cool!
He had just walked by with his friend from a distance and saw the person leaning here. His eyes lit up and he thought of coming over to ask for her WeChat. Although he could tell from a distance that Qiao Nian was not the soft and cute type, he was still not mentally prepared for someone as cool as this.
Maybe all boys have a bad nature, the more this happens, the more people want to get to know her better. Wen Ziyu is no exception, and he is trying to make further efforts.
"Schoolmate, I..."
He was halfway through his words when a voice suddenly interrupted from the right.
"Nian Nian."
Is this voice a man's voice
He instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw a handsome man in a khaki windbreaker walking towards me slowly.
Next to him was a man of equally outstanding height, with a crew cut, strong features, and a car key in his hand. Judging from their clothes, both of them looked adults, in their early twenties, at least a few years older than himself.
Wen Ziyu didn't care about the man who took the car keys, and was confident that he was no worse than the man who took the car keys.
His eyes were mainly focused on the man who was calling out lazily.
He recognized the clothes the man was wearing. A friend of his had worn them once. It was a men's clothing brand under Seven.
The one the man is wearing seems to be a global limited edition, with only one or two pieces released in total, and the quantity is extremely small.
He was tall, with long legs. The sunlight filtering through the gaps between the leaves of the sycamore trees on both sides of the school shone on his nose, making it tall and charming.
Truly the most beautiful woman in the world!
Wen Ziyu was still standing there, but he had a sense of inferiority as a man who was ashamed of himself.
He clenched his fists at his sides and saw the two of them walking directly towards the 'school girl' he had just tried to chat up but was rejected.
Ye Wangchuan walked over and took her schoolbag in his hands. His eyelashes were half closed, his eyes were deep, and his voice was low and hoarse. He said in a familiar tone: "Have you been waiting for a long time?"
(End of this chapter)