Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Shu Mian obediently followed Tan Xuzhe out of the cafeteria.
He was tall with long legs and took long strides. But he seemed to notice that she couldn’t keep up, so he slowed down.
His gaze casually fell on her bag, and he reached out to her, saying in his usual lazy tone, “Give me the bag.”
“Ah?”
Shu Mian was truly flattered and momentarily stunned, but Tan Xuzhe had already taken her bag from her.
Does he treat other girls like this too? He’ll automatically help carry their bags when they’re walking together.
She looked at her bulging bag and pursed her lips. “Is it very heavy?”
Her bag contained two thick textbooks for her major courses. It had been hot and humid these past few days, so she also brought an umbrella in case it rained. She also had a power bank, earphones, a water bottle, tissues, and other miscellaneous items stuffed in.
Tan Xuzhe glanced lazily at the bag in his hand, casually weighed it in his hand, and said with a hint of mockery in his eyes, “Do I look delicate?”
“…No.” Shu Mian shook her head. That wasn’t what she meant. She just felt that it might be a bit of a hassle for him.
“Don’t worry.” Tan Xuzhe raised an eyebrow and looked her up and down a few times.
The girl wore a light blue shirt paired with a gray pleated skirt. Her waist was incredibly slender, and her legs looked thin, straight, and dazzlingly white.
She looks like she’s got very little weight to lose; she needs to take good care of herself.
He felt that her lips were a vibrant, luscious red today. So he turned his head away, licked his dry lips, and said lazily, “Even carrying you won’t be too heavy for me.”
“…”
Shu Mian glanced at him, then at herself, and remained sceptical.
She was 1.67 meters tall and weighed over 90 pounds.
Pick her up… that’s impossible.
Noticing the fleeting suspicion in the girl’s eyes, Tan Xuzhe leaned closer, lowered his voice, and asked with a mischievous grin, “What, you want to try?”
Shu Mian imagined herself being lifted up like a little chick and immediately shook her head, “No.”
“Shu Mian”.
As soon as she finished speaking, Tan Xuzhe suddenly called out her name.
She looked up in confusion.
The boy’s eyes slanted upwards, and a roguish smile played on his lips. “Don’t act cute.”
“…”
Shu Mian: “?”
Where did she act cute?
Her cheeks flushed uncontrollably, and she blinked blankly, her tone innocent, “I didn’t.”
Tan Xuzhe looked down at her.
Does this little girl really not know how innocent and sweet her face is, or how soft her voice is?
She said “no” as if it were coated with sugar, and then claimed she wasn’t being coquettish.
He forced a smile, resisting the urge to poke her face. “Okay, no.”
Shu Mian: “…” She really didn’t (=ＴェＴ=)
It was only a five or six-minute walk from here to Siyuan Building, but she always felt that time was flying by faster than usual.
It seemed like they didn’t exchange more than a few words before they arrived at their destination.
The classroom where the meeting was to be held was on the first floor near the lobby. When they got to the door, there were already quite a few people inside.
Shu Mian suddenly realized, “I’m here, Tan Xuzhe, which floor are you going to?”
How did he end up here following her?
“What a coincidence.” Tan Xuzhe turned his head to look at her, a casual smile playing on his lips. “I’m also here for a meeting.”
Hmm?
What?
He had clearly not joined the drum and percussion group.
Shu Mian opened her eyes blankly, wondering if he was teasing her again.
Just then, a cool-looking girl walked out of the classroom and looked at her. “You’re the new junior student recruited by the publicity department this year… Shu Mian, am I right?”
She had met her during a previous interview. She was Chi Wei, the president of the drum and percussion club and a third-year student.
Shu Mian nodded and smiled, “Hello, senior. You remember correctly, I’m Shu Mian, a new member of the publicity department.”
Chi Wei hummed in agreement, then looked at Tan Xuzhe, “Cheng Xu told me you were joining the technical department, right? Come in, not everyone’s here yet, the meeting will start in a bit.”
Shu Mian was stunned for a moment.
So Tan Xuzhe really did join this club?
Was he just teasing her earlier?
Once inside the classroom, she found a seat in a corner.
Tan Xuzhe sat down next to her.
The two were sitting quite close. Shu Mian unconsciously clutched the hem of her clothes and asked curiously, “Didn’t the club recruitment end last Friday? How were you able to join?”
Tan Xuzhe leaned back lazily in his chair, casually resting his chin on one hand, and turned to look at her, saying in a nonchalant tone, “I got in through the back door.”
“…”
He seemed to know Cheng Xu, the student council president, very well. It sounded like Chi Wei and Cheng Xu knew each other… So, did he really get in through this back door?
“Then why didn’t you join the performance department?” Shu Mian remembered that Chi Wei had just said he joined the technical department. “Aren’t you very good at playing the drums?”
Tan Xuzhe raised his eyebrows with interest. “How do you know I play the drums very well?”
“…I attended the New Year’s Eve party for the second year of high school. There was a drum performance, wasn’t that you performing?” Shu Mian lowered her eyes and said, afraid that he would find out something, “Maybe I remembered wrong.”
The No. 4 Middle School did not require all students to go to the auditorium to watch the New Year’s Eve party; students could also choose to study in the classroom during the evening.
Shu Mian only went to watch it because she heard from others that Tan Xuzhe had been forced to put on a show by their homeroom teacher.
Tan Xuzhe: “The performance department has recruited enough new people this year, but the technical department happens to be short of people.”
“Oh, I see.”
Shu Mian was struggling with whether to find another topic when she heard the boy’s usual nonchalant and lazy tone, “Aren’t you going to ask me why I joined this club?”
She suddenly remembered when they had dinner last time, after she mentioned joining the drum and percussion club, he had said, “I should have joined the drum and percussion club.”
Shu Mian’s heart pounded. “Why did you join this club?”
“I was just bored,” he replied.
She gave a soft “oh,” her long eyelashes drooping. How could she be so presumptuous as to think it was because of her?
Perhaps we’ve been interacting a little more lately, which is why she had this misconception.
She was initially content just watching him silently, but now she was starting to fantasize that he might actually feel something for her.
“Of course, the most important reason is…”
Hearing Tan Xuzhe’s deep, languid voice ring out again, Shu Mian subconsciously turned her head to look at him.
He maintained his lazy demeanor, his eyes fixed on her, a slight smile playing on his lips, “To bump into someone.”
Tan Xuzhe’s peach blossom eyes were dark, and when he wasn’t smiling, they could appear somewhat indifferent, but when he smiled, they were sparkling and looked focused and affectionate.
Just like the way he was looking at her now, Shu Mian couldn’t resist it. She could only meet his gaze for a few seconds before hurriedly looking away.
A fawn was running wildly inside her chest.
To bump into someone?
What’s the meaning?
Was it her?
How could that be? There must be other people in the club he wanted to run into.
As if to confirm her guess, a short-haired girl walked over and greeted her with a smile, “Tan Xuzhe, what a coincidence, you joined this club too?”
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