Jiang Qin pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at each other in turn.
The three cups of [like] were given by Jian Chun, Jiang Tian and Song Qingqing, and the other cup of regret was written by Chu Siqi.
Jiang Qin leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers on the table.
Cao Guangyu had just been killed by a sniper. He took off his headset and turned around: “Why did someone suddenly bring you milk tea? What day is it today?”
“I was bored and did some emotional marketing for Xitian.”
Jiang Qin told Master Cao the meanings of the three types of milk tea. He couldn’t help but sip it. He slapped the table and roared, “Why didn’t anyone give it to me? Did Auntie stop me from entering?”
At this moment, the dormitory door was pushed open again.
Ren Ziqiang walked in, holding two glasses of [Like] in his hand, his expression slightly solemn.
Master Cao’s eyes widened when he saw it, with disbelief written all over his face.
Ren Ziqiang has a girlfriend, and if he likes it, he can have two drinks. The young master can’t accept it.
“Why do you like two cups? Who gave them to you?”
“One cup was given by Linlin.”
Ren Ziqiang sat on the chair, paused for a moment after finishing speaking, and then sighed: “One cup was given by Pan Xiu.”
Young Master Cao suddenly said, “Pan Xiu?”
“Um.”
Ren Ziqiang started chasing Pan Xiu right after his freshman year, but at that time Pan Xiu looked down on Lao Ren, so she kept hanging on to him.
Later, when Lao Ren fell in love, his heart was no longer with Pan Xiu, but Pan Xiu often found various opportunities to chat with Ren Ziqiang.
Now, with graduation approaching, Ren Ziqiang and Wang Linlin just returned from their trip, but unexpectedly received Pan Xiu’s milk tea, which really made them a little overwhelmed.
“Pan Xiu wanted to be a scumbag at first, but later she realized that she didn’t have the capital to be a scumbag.”
Master Cao hit the nail on the head.
At this moment, the door to the dormitory was pushed open again, and Chaozi walked in wearing a basketball uniform, his face even more solemn than Ren Ziqiang’s.
Some time ago, during the takeout war, it was like eating for free. He ordered it himself, and even rubbed Master Cao’s food. His weight started to increase steadily.
In order to lose weight, Chaozi started playing basketball again during this period.
But he was obviously not happy today, and in his right hand was a cup of milk tea with the words “Agreement” written on it.