Seeing that she didn't answer the phone, Tingyun didn't look to see who was calling. He just urged, "What are you thinking about? Answer the phone."

Qingyu raised his head like he was waking up from a dream: "Oh, you just said, what is the password of your mobile phone?"

"" Tingyun smiled and said to her: "My fault, I should have thought that your brain capacity cannot reach six figures."

He made fun of her again.

But Qingyu did not make all kinds of cute and cute expressions as usual, but silently entered the password to unlock and clicked to answer.

She stretched out her arm and put the phone to Tingyun's ear opposite.

Tingyun leaned slightly closer to her, tilted his head and put his ear to the phone: "Hello?"

"Tingyun, I'm Li Xue." Senior Li Xue's gentle voice came from the mobile phone.

Why is it Rixue-senpai?

Tingyun was startled: "Senior, is something wrong?"

"That's right, I have something to do tomorrow, and I may not be able to finish it at night. To be on the safe side, I think the class should be postponed.

"Don't come here tomorrow, lest you run away in vain."

There is a heavy flow of customers in the fast food restaurant, and the sounds of voices and shouts are mixed together, forming a vague background sound.

The phone was not on speakerphone, but due to the close distance, Qingyu could still vaguely hear Li Xue’s words:

"I have something to do tomorrow, and it may not be over tonight...Don't come over tomorrow, lest you run away in vain."

Tomorrow night, Tingyun has a date with senior Li Xue.

Qingyu pieced together such a story based on the incomplete words he heard.

She was so depressed, and the corners of her mouth that were always raised now dropped.

On the phone, Li Xue was still talking: "Then, do you think I should make time to do it once this week, or postpone it to next week?"

"Next week." Tingyun replied.

I can’t see you this week, so I’ll see you next week.

Qingyu continues to brainstorm the plot.

"Actually tomorrow..."

What else did Li Xue want to say? At this time, a group of people changed at the table next to her.

A little boy of eight or nine years old played a short video, and the sound was so loud that Zingyun could not hear the sound on his phone at all.

He had no choice but to take off his disposable gloves and took the mobile phone from Qingyu: "I'll answer the phone."

Qingyu lowered his eyes and nodded dully.

Tingyun took his mobile phone and pushed open the glass door and walked outside.

Qingyu looked at him through the floor-to-ceiling glass window, feeling sour and unspeakable.

What kind of words can't be heard by her and must be said out loud?

Tingyun had no idea that Qingyu had already imagined so many plots, so he put his phone to his ear:

"Senior sister, it was too noisy just now, I didn't hear what you said."

Li Xue spent a long time mentally building up before sending out the invitation, but he didn't hear it, so she had to muster up the courage to repeat it again:

"Actually, I'm going to attend your school's cultural festival tomorrow. If you're free, come and take a look."

He knows about the cultural festival.

Tomorrow is November 17th, World Students Day.

Lancheng University always holds a week-long cultural festival starting from this day every year.

All departments, clubs, and individuals can sign up to show off their talents. Every year, this cultural festival is quite lively.

However, as a graduated student, Senior Li Xue is still studying in the capital. How could she participate in their school’s cultural festival?

Tingyun was a little surprised, but had no intention of asking.

Ever since he realized that Senior Liyue might want to get close to him, he made up his mind to keep a distance from her:

"If I don't have to accompany Chen Mo tomorrow, I plan to deal with club matters. I won't go to the cultural festival. I wish you a smooth performance."

"Okay, you're busy then." Li Xue said a little sarcastically: "There's nothing else to do, I'm hanging up."

"Okay." Tingyun responded lightly.

After hanging up the phone, I opened the door and returned to the table. I saw Qingyu sitting there in a daze, with the honey-glazed chicken and other items not touched at all.

Tingyun couldn't laugh or cry: "Why don't you eat it? Who said just now that honey-glazed hand-braised chicken should be eaten while it's hot to be delicious?"

"I'm waiting for you." Qingyu cheered up and smiled at him.

"Hurry up, wear gloves." Tingyun warned, put on his gloves again, and handed the chicken legs over.

Qingyu took the chicken leg and took a small bite.

It's delicious, but it's rare that she doesn't know the taste when eating.

Why did the two of them meet?

Does it happen once in a while or often?

At this time, Tingyun finally realized that something was wrong with her mood.

He raised his head at her: "You don't seem happy?"

"No." Qingyu denied.

She was obviously unhappy, but she refused to tell him.

She still doesn’t trust him enough!

No, that's not accurate.

It should be said that she didn't believe that he could accept her emotions or that he was willing to patiently make her happy, so she would rather hide her emotions.

Only when the relationship between two people is close enough can they express their emotions in front of each other without any scruples.

Now, it's normal for her to refuse to talk, and he will try his best to get her to open up.

Tingyun smiled and changed the topic to eating: "How about another chicken wings, or chicken legs?"

I ate plump honey chicken and drank some refreshing Coke.

Qingyu was afraid that Tingyun's stomach wouldn't be able to bear it, so she specifically told the waiter not to add ice.

The two of them came out after eating well and found a classroom to make up lessons for Qingyu. After finishing the lessons, it was already past nine o'clock.

Qingyu looked at the time on her phone and asked, "When is the key to your palace gate?"

The key to the palace gate falls...

Tingyun smiled: "Zi Chu Chu Chu."

Qingyu was stunned, like a lower grade elementary school student, using his fingers to convert time.

She spread her palms, flexed her fingers one by one, and counted softly for a while: "Oh, it's eleven o'clock too."

Tingyun smiled and praised her like a primary school student: "That's right."

Qingyu had no time to tell whether he was joking or not:

"Then go back quickly. I'll be depressed when the building door is locked! Alas, I accidentally overslept at noon today."

Don’t overdo it, I also want to stay with you for a while.

Tingyun didn't want her to be anxious, so he comforted her: "It doesn't matter if the building door is locked. Can I still sleep on the street?"

There are so many small hotels near the school. If you go home late, just find a hotel and get a room.

But when Qingyu heard this, her steps suddenly slowed down, and she turned to look at him with a silly expression: "If the building door is locked, where do you live?"

"Of course we're staying in a hotel." Zingyun wondered why her stupidity was like a volcanic fountain, coming out from time to time.

"Oh." Qingyu nodded: "But it's better to get back on time."

"Of course." Tingyun smiled and chased her away: "Go back to the dormitory quickly, I'm leaving now."

In order to rush for time, I stopped and walked for a while and took the subway back.

After returning to school, it was too late to run, so he went straight back to the dormitory.

As compensation for not running, he did squats on the small balcony for a while, raised his legs high, and then did plank support for a while.
Chapter completed!