"Sure, sure!" Luo Mengmeng nodded in agreement before giving a sly wink, "And I’ve heard that giving a scarf means ’I want to be wrapped around you for a lifetime’..."
"Stop it!" Tong Mo immediately reached out to tickle Mengmeng after being teased.
Luo Mengmeng quickly scampered back to her seat.
No sooner had he returned when Gu Zhihan cleared his throat and nudged her, whispering in her ear, "You should knit a scarf for me too."
He too wanted to receive a gift with the meaning of "I want to be wrapped around you for a lifetime."
"What? Why?" Luo Mengmeng puffed her cheeks in confusion, looking at him, "Why should I knit a scarf for you!"
Tong Mo was knitting a scarf to thank Teacher Zhuo for saving her life; what was he sticking his nose in for?
"Because I’m your boyfriend!" Gu Zhihan spoke like a petulant child, "I just want a scarf that you’ve knitted with your own hands."
Luo Mengmeng wore an awkward expression, not because she didn’t want to knit for him, but because...
"I don’t know how to knit."
Gu Zhihan pinched her cheek gently, "No worries, you can learn."
Luo Mengmeng agreed reluctantly.
But soon she regretted it because knitting a scarf was just too difficult.
She had watched countless videos, but the more she watched, the less she understood; knitting and unraveling, unraveling and knitting again, the scarf she produced in the end was a mess, too hideous to behold.
Finally, Luo Mengmeng slapped the table in despair, "Gu Zhihan, I don’t want to knit anymore, how about I just buy one for you!"
This was a thousand times more painful for her than doing a math problem.
"No way," Gu Zhihan instantly rejected the idea, "I only want one that you’ve knitted by hand."
"What if it’s really ugly?" Seeing his insistence, Luo Mengmeng anxiously gave him a heads-up in advance.
Gu Zhihan softly rubbed her head, "As long as it’s knitted by you, I’ll love it."
"You said it!" With that assurance, Luo Mengmeng rolled up her sleeves and got to work.
A few days later, during the break, she presented her several days’ worth of effort to him, "I’ve finished knitting. Open it up and see for yourself."
"Okay..." Gu Zhihan took the elegantly wrapped box from her hands, opening it with eager anticipation.
When he saw what was inside, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
"What’s this?" He reached in and pulled up the tangled mess of wool.
Luo Mengmeng blinked, finally finding an opportunity to tease him, "How can you be so clueless? This is, of course, the scarf you’ve always wanted... "
"A scarf?" Gu Zhihan squinted, examining it more closely, and could barely recognize it.
What a mess, a tangled heap of wool calling itself a scarf?
"Don’t you like it?" Seeing no trace of delight on his face, Luo Meng instantly snatched back the messy scarf and stuffed it into the box, huffing, "I told you I couldn’t knit, but you insisted I do it, and now that I have, you look so disdainful."
Just then, Jiang Yibai, who had been eavesdropping for a while, hurried over with a smile and reached out, "Mengmeng, if he disdains it, why not give it to me? I think the scarf looks quite nice."
In order to get the scarf, Jiang Yibai forcefully complimented, against his better judgment.
"I think it looks good, too. I want it!" Lu Zichen also said with a guilty conscience.
"Oh come on, such an ugly scarf and you all say it looks good. Doesn’t your conscience hurt?" Tong Mo looked at them with disdain.