Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Qin Zhi’ai couldn’t believe that Gu Yusheng was speaking to her, although she was the only other one there. She was so excited that she felt like she was floating in the air, but she still pretended to be confused, and replied, “Huh?”
He stared at her silently, his dark pupils making her heart beat abnormally fast.
Qin Zhi’ai clenched the fork in her hand, trying to suppress the lightness of her chest, then she calmed down, and asked, “What’s the matter?”
Gu Yusheng continued to stare at her silently. When Qin Zhi’ai thought that he would just ignore her, he suddenly smiled. “Well, nothing. Since you’ve been looking at me, I thought I should say hi to you.”
He had already noticed that she was looking at him! Qin Zhi’ai’s exterior calmness broke down, and her face flushed.
Gu Yusheng didn’t continue to talk, and the room became silent once again. Only the muted singing floated around them.
After several minutes, Gu Yusheng asked, “What is your name?”
He didn’t remember her name, although they met each other many times. A sense of sadness climbed up into her heart. “Qin Zhi’ai.” But then, she became happier because she could talk to him, and even added, “You can call me Xiao’ai, which means love.”
Gu Yusheng suddenly laughed, took a slow glance at the big cake that had been half eaten by Qin Zhi’ai alone, and said in a casual tone, “Means love? I may say that it means you love to eat!”
Qin Zhi’ai knew that he was implying that she was a glutton. She blushed and stared at the piece of cake on her fork, not knowing whether she should put it into her mouth or not.
It was probably her stupid, but innocent reaction that really pleased him, as he continued, “You don’t like that meaning? Hmm, what about…”
Saying that, he changed posture as if he was thinking hard. He raised his head after a few seconds, and stared into her eyes. “What about making love?”
The words were embarrassing, which made Qin Zhi’ai’s face feel like it was on fire. She was so angry and awkward, but couldn’t say a complete sentence, only one word. “You…” She threw the fork to the ground and ran out of there.
What Wu Hao had told her was right, he was really good at embarrassing others.
Gu Yusheng was already in his third year in high school, while Qin Zhi’ai had just entered high school.
Xu Wennuan’s birthday was at the end of April, and the next day was May first. Gu Yusheng, Wu Hao, and their friends had entered the last month of preparation for the Gaokao, so they hung out much less than before.
Qin Zhi’ai could still remember the crazy night after the Gaokao that year.