Jian Chun recounted the scene just now.
“Didn’t he finish the phone call? Just give it back to him.”
“Give it to him when you get to the hotel. It’s not too heavy.”
“…”
Nanshan Restaurant is located on the pedestrian street opposite the school gate. It is more upscale than Shiweitian, and the food prices are also more expensive than Shiweitian, but no one can tell which of the two tastes better.
People who come here to eat are looking for a private room environment, suitable for birthdays and parties, but if they are looking for benefits, they are still more willing to go to Shiweitian.
After several people sat down, they started to order, while Jian Chun returned the book to Jiang Qin, leaving Jiang Qin quite confused.
Damn it, he didn’t even notice that the book was missing. In fact, the book didn’t even exist in his mind.
“If I had known earlier, you would have died in the factory, right?”
“Don’t worry, Study Star will never leave you alone again.”
Jiang Qin patted his high-mathematics textbook and smiled, as if he could avoid failing the class if he coaxed the textbooks away.
Afterwards, hot meals were served on the table and everyone started to eat. Some people were really happy and some were worried about this meal.
The most excited person at the table was Zhou Chao, who liked the idea of prostitution for free, followed by Cao Guangyu and Ren Ziqiang, and the one who felt the most uncomfortable was Zhuang Chen.
He couldn’t figure it out.
Jian Chun was not even willing to take his own book, so why would he willingly take it for Jiang Qin?
What went wrong?
Of course, he had a vague guess in his mind, but he couldn’t believe it anyway.
More than an hour later, thanks to Zhou Chao’s perfect handling, all the plates on the table were empty.
Jiang Qin yelled “Retreat,” and everyone began to leave one after another. The girls’ dormitory of the School of Finance was closest to the gate, so after the Golden Flowers left, only the four people from 302 and Zhuang Chen were left in the group.
Several times, Zhuang Chen hesitated to speak, but never spoke. It was not until Zhou Chao and the others were going to the supermarket to buy Coke that he stopped Jiang Qin.
“On the winter solstice, Jian Chun asked me to bring you dumplings. I felt uncomfortable, so I ate them myself.”
“Yeah, it’s okay.” Jiang Qin responded lightly.
Zhuang Chen was silent for a long time, and then said with some anxiety: “You won’t tell Jian Chun about this, will you?”
“Stop talking nonsense, how can I have time to play these romance scripts with you?”