The gentle laughter made Yang Baishan and Dong Jun feel itchy.
Xu Xiuwen was very calm and did not ask any urgent questions.
Jiang Yin laughed softly for a while, and suddenly said, "I don't believe you didn't guess it, and you're still playing dumb with me, Xiuwen brother, you're not behaving well."
After he said this, Dong Jun and Yang Baishan looked at him with strange eyes.
Even though Xu Xiuwen was thick-skinned, he still felt a little embarrassed.
He quickly said, "Senior, stop joking. I'm serious. Aren't the seniors here to help?"
Jiang Yin hummed, and then said: "The seniors are so busy, how can they have time to help Jiang Ling? I arranged for Cheng Lu to help."
It is true.
Xu Xiuwen had actually guessed that it might be Cheng Lu, but he was still surprised when he heard Jiang Yin say that.
Seeing Xu Xiuwen didn't say anything, Jiang Yin thought he was worried about Cheng Lu, so she comforted him, "Don't worry, Xiuwen, Cheng Lu is a very good planner. She has made many good suggestions for our school's party. There will be no problem for her to help Jiangling."
Xu Xiuwen smiled bitterly and explained: "Senior sister, I'm not worried about Cheng Lu's level. Forget it, let's not talk about it. Do you know where Cheng Lu is now?"
Chapter 180 Dancing
Jiang Yin asked doubtfully: "Why are you asking me this? Why don't you just call Cheng Lu directly?"
Xu Xiuwen smiled bitterly and said, "Senior, I don't have Cheng Lu's phone number."
Jiang Yin chuckled when she heard this, "I almost forgot, Cheng Lu never calls boys."
Jiang Yin laughed for a while, then slowly stopped laughing, "How about this, I'll make a phone call for you."
"Thank you, Senior. I'll treat you to dinner some other day."
"I'd never trust you." Jiang Yin said and hung up the phone.
Xu Xiuwen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Didn't Jiang Yin have this much trust in him
But when I think back, it seems that I haven’t treated you to a meal yet.
After hanging up the phone, Xu Xiuwen noticed that Dong Jun and Yang Baishan had strange expressions.
He said unhappily, "What are you two doing with those expressions? Just say what you want to say."
Dong Jun touched Yang Baishan with his arm, motioning him to speak.
Yang Baishan said decisively: "Xiu Wen, are you on good terms with Senior Sister Jiang Yin?"
"Is everything ok? What's wrong?"
Yang Baishan asked again, "You are not playing both sides, are you?"
Xu Xiuwen was so angry that he laughed.
He stared at Yang Baishan and asked, "Come on, explain to me, which two boats am I stepping on?"
Seeing that he had no fear at all, Yang Baishan thought that he was overthinking it and laughed, "I was wrong."
Xu Xiuwen shook his head.
How come the pure relationship between him and Jiang Yin, that of senior and junior student, became impure in the eyes of others
Who can he go to for justice
Xu Xiuwen was too lazy to explain, and just at this moment Jiang Yin called.
She came straight to the point and said, "I've asked, Cheng Lu doesn't have classes this afternoon, and she happens to be in the activity room of our Arts Department right now, so go find her there."
"Um."
"Do you know the location?"
"Know."
"Then let's not talk about it for now. I have something else to do. I'm hanging up now."
"Okay, thank you, Senior."
Knowing that Cheng Lu was in the activity room of the Arts Department, Xu Xiuwen decided to go find her now and meet her first.
Seeing this, Dong Jun said, "Then I'll go back to the classroom first."
Xu Xiuwen noticed that Yang Baishan had not left, and asked curiously: "Old Yang, why don't you go back to the classroom?"
Yang Baishan looked conflicted. He hesitated for a moment, then finally asked, "Xiu Wen, are you going to see Cheng Lu now?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"Can I go with you?"
Xu Xiuwen was stunned when he heard this.
He stared at Yang Baishan, looking at him carefully.
"Tell me, why do you want to go with me to see Cheng Lu?"
Yang Baishan hesitated for a long time, but in the end didn't say a word.
Xu Xiuwen suddenly thought of a possibility.
He couldn't help but ask, "You don't have any thoughts about Cheng Lu, do you?"
Yang Baishan seemed to have his tail stepped on, and he denied it in a shocked voice: "How could I like Cheng Lu, don't talk nonsense."
Xu Xiuwen said nothing and just looked at him quietly.
Yang Baishan gradually calmed down, with a look of guilt written all over his face.
Perhaps it was because Xu Xiuwen's gaze was too intense that Yang Baishan could not stand it. He finally muttered, "I admit, I really don't hate Cheng Lu. I think she's pretty good."
The fact that Yang Baishan could say this basically means that he likes Cheng Lu without a doubt.
Xu Xiuwen was speechless.
Since he met Song Siyu or Bai Yue'er, he has not fallen in love with his roommate's girlfriend or fiancée. Instead, it was his roommate who fell in love with his girlfriend first.
That’s right, in Xu Xiuwen’s eyes, although Cheng Lu is not his girlfriend now, she will definitely be one in the end.
Cheng Lu is very outstanding, and it is normal for boys to like her.
But his roommate also liked her, which made him somewhat uncomfortable.
You have to know that the day before yesterday morning, Yang Baishan misunderstood that Cheng Lu and Secretary Li were complaining, and he definitely didn't like Cheng Lu at that time.
In other words, it was after the dinner the night before that Yang Baishan fell in love with Cheng Lu.
That's not surprising.
Cheng Lu was so graceful, generous, and friendly at the dinner party the day before yesterday that even he was moved by her, not to mention Yang Baishan.
However, Xu Xiuwen was not too worried because Yang Baishan was a typical case of excessive hormone secretion.
During this period of time when school started, he lost count of how many girls he had liked, such as Zhu Ping, who was pursued by Liu Liang. He had pursued her at the beginning of the school year, but unfortunately he was unsuccessful.
And it is impossible for Cheng Lu to like Yang Baishan.
Therefore, Xu Xiuwen did not regard Yang Baishan as a competitor at all.
He thought for a while, and finally said, "Okay, then you come with me."
"Really? Thank you Xiuwen!" Yang Baishan thought Xu Xiuwen would not agree, but he actually agreed.
Yang Baishan was overjoyed and extremely excited.
Xu Xiuwen looked at him with a calm expression, and no one could guess what he was thinking.
Xu Xiuwen and Yang Baishan came to Jiaotong University and found the office of the school's Department of Literature and Art. Other departments of the Jiaotong University Student Union and various student clubs and associations were also almost all here.
Xu Xiuwen had been here many times before, so he was quite familiar with the place.
Xu Xiuwen found the room with a sign that read "Arts and Literature Department" and took a look inside through the small window on the door.
The activity room is somewhat similar to the practice rooms in entertainment companies. One wall of the room is covered with a full mirror and the floor is covered with wooden floors so you can walk barefoot.
Xu Xiuwen soon saw Cheng Lu.
He was about to push the door open when he suddenly noticed Cheng Lu was dancing.
She was wearing a sky-blue long skirt, the hem of which fluttered as she danced.
She was also wearing a layer of tights on her legs, similar to those worn by ballet dancers. They were black, thin, and made a bit like lace, and looked very nice.
In her previous life, Cheng Lu was injured and couldn't dance.
It was the first time Xu Xiuwen saw Cheng Lu dance.
At this moment, Cheng Lu was just like what he had said in the text message he had sent to Song Siyu, a butterfly when dancing and a butterfly flower when stopping, his dance was graceful and amazing.
Cheng Lu danced for a minute and then stopped.
She had her back to Xu Xiuwen, and Xu Xiuwen could only see her back.
Cheng Lu has relatively flat shoulders and a very straight back. Even from the back, one can feel her unique temperament.
Classical dance can easily cultivate a person's temperament, and Cheng Lu has been learning classical dance since childhood and has an excellent temperament.
Just this back view is as beautiful as a painting.