deltrittennovels Chapter 304: I Seduce Xiao Yunqing!
Chapter 304: I Seduce Xiao Yunqing!
Song Huan stood at the entrance of the mental hospital.
The taxi was parked on the side of the road waiting. The driver leaned out of the window and asked him if he wanted a ride.
He waved his hand and said, "Wait a minute."
Then, 10 minutes later, he inexplicably hailed another taxi.
When the car stopped, he looked up.
The south gate of Tunghai University.
He stood at the door, looking at the black iron gate and the students coming and going.
I guess he had a change of heart. Since he was already here, he figured he might as well take a look at Xiao Yunqing.
He turned and walked into a fruit supermarket across the street.
The durians, peeled and packaged in a transparent box, had their golden flesh neatly arranged.
The strawberries, small but bright red, were wrapped in plastic wrap.
Blueberries, in small boxes, with a layer of white bloom on their skin.
Xiao Yunqing usually likes to eat these few dishes, but because they are expensive, she doesn't eat them very often.
Once, she sent a QQ message saying that her roommate bought a box of durians, which smelled "extra sweet!!!".
It was followed by a string of exclamation marks.
Song Huan asked why she didn't share with her roommate, and Xiao Yunqing said she was sorry, and besides, durian is quite expensive.
He wrote it down.
When he paid the bill, the cashier glanced at him a couple more times.
A boy, carrying peeled durians, strawberries, and blueberries, stood in the supermarket taking out his wallet.
This scene is indeed common on universities.
Song Huan paid without changing her expression, picked up the bag, and walked out of the supermarket.
He stood inside the south gate of the school, took out his phone, and sent a QQ message to Xiao Yunqing.
Are you in the dorm? I'm at the south gate.
A message popped up after a while.
"Cheerful Little Cloud: Oh? You're here? Why didn't you tell me beforehand?!
It was followed by a string of exclamation marks.
"I'm still in class."
"Which classroom? I'm coming to find you."
Xiao Yunqing sent the address: Teaching Building 3, Room 301.
Another message followed: "When you arrive, wait for me at the door. Don't come in, so as not to disturb my class."
Song Huan put her phone back in her pocket and walked towards the third teaching building with the fruit in her hand.
Dongda University is quite large. After walking for a few minutes, he was a little disoriented.
However, the students were quite enthusiastic. He casually stopped a passing boy and asked him how to get to the third floor of the teaching building, and then casually said, "I'm going to find my girlfriend."
The boy's eyes lit up, and he gave very detailed directions, adding, "Bro, which college is your girlfriend in?"
Song Huan said she was from the business school, and the boy gave her a thumbs up.
"Wow, business school is full of beautiful girls!"
Teaching Building 3 is an old-fashioned teaching building with gray brick exterior walls covered with ivy.
The leaves were just beginning to turn red, densely packed, climbing all the way from the base of the wall to the rooftop.
Song Huan went up to the third floor and found room 301.
The back door of the classroom was ajar.
He stood at the doorway and glanced inside.
On the podium, an elderly professor wearing glasses was lecturing on "the supply chain model of e-commerce," speaking slowly and deliberately, like chanting a sutra.
Below, some students were sleeping, some were scrolling through their phones, and some were drawing little figures in their notebooks.
But there was only one person sitting in the first row.
Xiao Yunqing.
She sat upright, with textbooks and notebooks spread out in front of her.
For every sentence the old professor spoke, she would lower her head and write down a line.
The handwriting was neat and tidy, line after line.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on her profile and casting a pale golden halo over the fine downy hairs.
She would occasionally look up at the blackboard, her lips slightly pursed, her eyes bright.
He looked exactly like a model student.
Song Huan stood outside the door, looking at her.
The way she takes notes is exactly the same as when she was in high school.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
A voice came from the side.
Song Huan turned her head and saw several men standing in the corridor outside the classroom.
Some were leaning against the wall, some were lying on the windowsill, and some were pretending to be playing on their phones, but their eyes were all drifting towards the first row.
The one speaking was the one leaning against the wall; he was quite tall, wearing a trendy brand hoodie, and his hair was styled with hairspray.
He looked at Song Huan with a smile that suggested they were kindred spirits.
Song Huan nodded subconsciously.
The man smiled, and the others around him laughed along.
"Of course she's beautiful. Her name is Xiao Yunqing. She's a freshman majoring in e-commerce at the School of Business. She overshadowed all the school's most beautiful senior girls as soon as she entered. She's now the most beautiful girl on the Dongda University forum."
Song Huan was stunned for a moment.
Goodness, he's on par with Shen Yan, the campus heartthrob of Nanjing University.
A boy wearing glasses next to him looked him up and down.
My gaze moved from his face to his hands.
He was carrying a bag of fruit—durian, strawberries, and blueberries—in a transparent plastic bag, which was clearly visible.
"You're here to see Xiao Yunqing too?"
Song Huan was stunned for a moment.
Is Xiao Yunqing that famous?
He nodded again.
The group exchanged a glance.
That look in her eyes, how should I put it?
Like a pride of lions watching a hyena that dares to come and pay homage to them just because it's carrying fruit.
It wasn't malicious, it was just funny.
"Hey bro, you just brought a bag of fruit?" the guy in the trendy hoodie laughed.
He gestured towards the windowsill with his lip.
There were a few things on the windowsill: a bunch of red roses, wrapped in pink paper and tied with a ribbon, eleven roses in total.
Next to it was a gift bag with the logo of a high-end skincare brand printed on it, and several boxes were stuffed inside.
Next to it was a box of imported chocolates, in a tin box, tied with a gold bow.
"See that? Now that's what sincerity looks like."
Another boy chimed in, "Let me tell you, a few days ago a sophomore wanted to give her the latest Samsung phone, but she didn't even look at it. And this bag of fruit of yours..."
He glanced at the transparent plastic bag. "It's probably even less likely now."
Everyone laughed.
The atmosphere was harmonious, like a group of lottery players discussing numbers, knowing they had no chance of winning, but the discussion itself was enjoyable.
Song Huan smiled too.
These damn idiots.
When I finally seduce Xiao Yunqing, let's see where you can cry then!
The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.
The old professor put away his lesson plan, said "Homework is due next Monday," and left with his textbook.
People started leaving the classroom.
The boys immediately stood up straight.
Some were tidying their clothes, others were fiddling with their hair, and one man in a trendy hoodie even used his phone screen as a mirror.
The atmosphere in the corridor suddenly became tense.
Xiao Yunqing packed her textbooks and notebooks, stuffed them into her schoolbag, stood up, turned around, and walked towards the door.
Her gaze swept across the crowd, looking around as if searching for someone.
"She looked at me."
The guy in the trendy hoodie lowered his voice, his expression shifting from tense to suppressed excitement. "She's definitely looking at me. I made eye contact with her in the cafeteria last week!"
Xiao Yunqing's gaze swept over him without lingering.
Keep scanning this way.
Then she saw it.
Song Huan was standing in the middle of a group of people, carrying a bag of fruit.
She frowned slightly, then quickly walked over, passed the group of boys, and stood in front of Song Huan.
She looked down at the fruit in his hand.
Durian, strawberry, blueberry.
She looked up again and gazed at his face.
"How did you end up hanging out with them?"
The sound wasn't loud, but everyone in the hallway heard it.
Song Huan smiled and said, "I was just passing by and we chatted for a bit."
Xiao Yunqing didn't say anything more.
She reached out, grabbed his sleeve, and pulled him outside.
After taking two steps, he turned back and glared at the boys.
How to describe that look in his eyes?
Have you heard the story of Mencius' mother moving three times to find the right environment for her son?
Xiao Yunqing is now like Mencius' mother.
Song Huan was pulled along by her. She turned around and chuckled at the boys.
The man in the trendy hoodie stood there with his mouth open.
The bunch of red roses on the windowsill is still there, the wrapping paper rustling in the wind.