You should know, Gong Xinhe was three years younger than him.
Yeah, seventeen to thirteen, that indeed seems more appropriate!
But listening to this just made him feel so uncomfortable!
Someone like Gong Xinhe, who didn’t even have a full set of whiskers, should seem like a little kid in Chiang Xiaoxiao’s shrewd heart! No, he had to ask her the next time.
He had to ask what her impressions of Gong Xinhe were.
Right, and then there was Dai Gang. That day, Dai Gang had also seen Little in his dorm.
Meng Xinian thought about this, his face expressionless as he glanced at Dai Gang. Sensing danger, Dai Gang immediately clamped his mouth shut, straightened his back, and looked towards the stage without straying his gaze.
"The performance is about to start!"
The lights dimmed, and the spotlight fell on the center of the stage, creating a white circle of light.
At that moment, someone walked to the center of the stage from backstage.
Clad in a bright blue dress, she stood gracefully like a lotus, walking with elegance and lightness. Her entrance alone prompted the entire audience to applaud energetically.
All eyes were drawn to her.
"Look, look, it’s Miss Du Jinruo!" Zhao Xin and the others forgot the little episode from earlier, their hearts pounding as they watched Du Jinruo on the stage.
Under the lights, Du Jinruo looked even prettier than when he had seen her in the cafeteria during the daytime.
Many people couldn’t take their eyes off Du Jinruo as she appeared.
Meng Xinian glanced once, then his attention returned to the envelope in his hands.
The lighting was a bit dim, making it impossible to read the letter, but he couldn’t bear to stuff the envelope into his pocket. So he just left it resting on his lap, pressing down gently with his hand while his thumb absentmindedly caressed the handwriting on it.
He wondered if Chiang Xiaoxiao’s competition painting was finished, and what she had drawn.
Who exactly had taught that girl calligraphy and painting?
Actually, Meng Xinian wasn’t thinking anything too fantastical at the time; he just suspected whether Chiang Xiao had encountered some extraordinary adventure as a child or met some remarkable teacher.
Even when he found out that Chiang Xiao hadn’t slept in her bed all night at Furong Hotel and hadn’t used the chair either, he didn’t think much of it. Instead, he felt she might have been sitting on the ground, writing or drawing something, since the bed was too soft to spread out paper on, and the chair might have been at an uncomfortable height for the table.
So, his thoughts were actually not that complicated, but Chiang Xiao, feeling guilty, assumed he really had discovered some incredibly suspicious pointers.
In reality, how could a normal person even imagine something so fantastical?
Thus, such a misunderstanding gradually led Chiang Xiao to trap herself more and more as the number of suspicious points increased, and Meng Xinian thought about it more and more.
Du Jinruo first came out to announce the start of the performance.
The stage was filled with Supervisor Guard Uniforms, and at first glance, it seemed like everyone looked the same.
The audience below probably didn’t expect that dressing so uniformly would actually lower their recognizability.
Meng Xinian hadn’t anticipated how conspicuous his white shirt would be at that moment either.
Anyway, Du Jinruo spotted him immediately.
The lighting wasn’t very bright, but perhaps it was fate’s entanglement that allowed her to recognize Meng Xinian at a glance.
His deep-set and three-dimensional features, along with a demeanor that always seemed to shine in a crowd, were just as she remembered.
He was even more striking than the Meng Xinian in her memory.
The last time she saw Meng Xinian, he must have still been a slightly childish youth, very aloof, very cool, but still a bit untamed.