Tang Yingying felt somewhat dejected for not having juicy gossip to devour, but then she quickly asked, "So, do you know why Sha Jiayu didn't come today?"
"He? He won't be coming to our class anymore."
"Huh? Spill the beans!"
Tang Yingying immediately sensed that something big must have happened, and the flames of gossip in her heart were fiercely reignited.
"I'll tell you after class."
Zhou Peiwei noticed the old professor glancing in their direction a couple of times.
"It's fine, we don't listen to the old man's lectures anyway."
Unable to sidestep Shen Yuan, Zhou Peiwei pressed her voice low to recount to Tang Yingying everything that happened after they got off the high-speed train.
"Sha Jiayu is shameless, attending our class is one thing, but he even followed us on the high-speed train, how is that any different from being a pervert?"
"Ah? That's too much. Sha Jiayu thought the Maybach was there for him, but it turned out to be for you guys?"
"666, so that means your boyfriend is actually on the same level as Sha Jiayu's dad, and Sha Jiayu has to call him uncle!"
"Wow, your boyfriend is quite something!"
Hearing the entire story from Zhou Peiwei, Tang Yingying's eyes sparkled, "Weiwei, I only have one question now, how old is he, and is he handsome?"
Upon hearing the description of Shen Yuan, Tang Yingying subconsciously merged his image with those pot-bellied businessmen from TV.
But Weiwei being so picky and her family not lacking in funds, she surely wouldn't go for that kind of guy, making it quite contradictory.
"He's about my age, and as for looks… they're okay, I guess."
Zhou Peiwei opened the photo album on her phone, found a sneaky photo of Shen Yuan, and showed it to Tang Yingying.
"You little brat, you call this okay?"
Tang Yingying's gaze fixed onto the screen; he was tall, well-proportioned, with smooth lines, and faintly visible muscles.
Especially his handsome features, the roguish expression making him look slightly frivolous, but these bad boys were the most charming!
"No wonder you don't fancy any of the guys in our school, so you have such a hot boyfriend!"
Tang Yingying couldn't help but sigh.
Zhou Peiwei noticed her eyes almost gluing to the photo and quickly snatched her phone back as if guarding a treasure.
"Hey, Weiwei, I just took a quick look, no need to be stingy!"
Tang Yingying complained a little dissatisfied, then curiously asked, "Weiwei, can you tell me what it feels like to be in love?"
"Well, we're not really together, so he's not my boyfriend yet."
"Okay, okay, so he's not your boyfriend yet. Tell me what it feels like to be with him."
"What does it feel like...?"
Zhou Peiwei thought of the details of being together, spacing out a bit and said, "Being together just makes me happy, no matter what we do, I'm happy. Also, whenever he gets close, my heart starts to race, and I blush easily."
"There's this sense of dependency and sweetness. Just one message from him can surround me with happiness for a long time."
After she finished speaking earnestly, Zhou Peiwei's expression grew a bit sorrowful, "But sometimes, I'm also afraid of losing him, often worrying he doesn't like me, and can't help but overthink, worried about other girls around him..."
Listening to her, Tang Yingying couldn't resist clicking her tongue, "Wow, that's quite the sappy love, too cheesy! But you, Weiwei, you're not lacking in any aspect, whether appearance, figure, or family background, so no need to worry too much..."
"The two students in the last row!"
Just then, the stern professor tapped on the lectern, "Please don't disturb the other students. If you continue whispering, voluntarily remove yourselves from the lecture."
The professor's sharp gaze cast over, and the other students' eyes followed, causing the two of them to blush with embarrassment and offer apologetic smiles.
Zhou Peiwei wished she could just bury her head in the ground and tugged on her roommate's sleeve under the desk, "Yingying, it's all your fault, I said I'd tell you after class!"
On the other hand, Shen Yuan hadn't received any photos from Zhou Peiwei in a while and couldn't help but grumble, "This is so boring, we're all close friends, looking at a photo isn't a big deal."
Just as he was about to put away his phone, he received a WeChat message from Zhu Qingrou.
Shen Yuan had been maintaining a conversational relationship with Zhu Qingrou before coming to Shanghai, but it was on and off. According to her social media, she had already attended Taylor Swift's concert last night.
Shen Yuan sent her the hotel's location and asked, "What's up?"
Zhu Qingrou: "There's something I need your help with."
Shen Yuan: "You're not asking for a loan again, are you?"
Zhu Qingrou: "Can you do it? If not, please book me a room, I will pay you back."
Shen Yuan: "What about your friend?"
Zhu Qingrou: "Her boyfriend is in Hang City, and she'll be going there tonight. I'm short on cash and bought a budget airline ticket for the day after tomorrow at dawn. After buying the ticket, I don't have enough for a hotel."
Shen Yuan: "Hmm, sounds pitiful. Well, I'll take you in, you unlucky soul. Come to this hotel, and if you need a ride, let me know."
Zhu Qingrou: "I do, thank you."
Seeing the location he attached, Shen Yuan smiled wryly. The fish had delivered itself, saving him the trouble of baiting the hook.
Qing Rou, oh Qing Rou, asking for a loan is fine, but uncle here will be charging interest!
Looks like tonight is going to be lively again, it's mahjong time.
At this moment, Shen Yuan had arrived at the ancient house. He stepped over the threshold and walked into the living room.
Lin Yuchang stood up from her chair, took the gym bag from his hand, and handed him a cup of warm water. Google seaʀᴄh novel(ꜰ)ire.net
"I wasn't sure which outfit you'd want to wear today, but I had the butler iron them all and put them in the wardrobe."