"Xiao Xue," he sighed, gently wiping Wen Maixue’s tears with his arms, his glasses set aside. Wen Maixue’s long hair filled the gap between them, her hands wrapped around Pello’s neck, emitting sobs.
Softly, a voice that would break any man’s heart. Su Ziceng’s feet stepped on the hardened soil, feeling a sense of breathlessness.
Back off, get away quickly. These words echoed in Su Ziceng’s mind, her hands unsure where to be placed.
Then, another wave of comforting sounds, Pello saw that Wen Maixue had not stopped, and knowing that she was already physically and mentally exhausted from bringing up Wen Zimu today, he bowed his head, not knowing that Wen Maixue suddenly stopped crying, confronting Pello and began to kiss him. Pello did not push her away, there are not many ways to soothe a crying woman, but a kiss is undoubtedly the most effective.
French people are so passionate, Su Ziceng thought to herself, recalling how in France, those passionate French people liked to greet with a cheek kiss. Kissing around, she muttered to herself, Pello was no different.
But, isn’t a kiss meant only for lovers? Su Ziceng struggled to drag her feet out, her stomach tightening, completely losing her appetite.
"Wen Maixue likes Pello, but does Pello like her?" Not just the relationship between those two shocked Su Ziceng, but also her reaction at the moment.
Firstly, her stomach turned sour, then her chest felt stuffy, all not good signs. These signs, shouldn’t they only appear when facing Hang Yishao? Her body felt like it suddenly contracted a severe illness, Su Ziceng walked numbly back to the dormitory, sitting blankly in the room.
The dormitory she hadn’t returned to for several months carried a musty air of poor circulation. Standing by the sink, Su Ziceng slapped her face until her cheeks reddened a bit before stopping her hand, "Pull yourself together; you are to become a socialite comparable to Wen Maixue."
Wen Maixue’s speech, unknown to how many people in the classroom heard it, but Wen Maixue certainly took it in. The Su Ziceng before rebirth wasn’t even a socialite, but in this life, she intends to become a "socialite" who can control her own destiny.
She and Pello, just a teacher-student relationship, nothing more than what both parties agreed on. Su Ziceng chanted to herself, it took a full hour before her mood somewhat stabilized.
Rather than asking Pello, it’s better to directly consult Sister Mu. Being a member of the "Hall of Fame," Sister Mu could also help her tackle the "career challenges" at Kelly Women’s College.
Coming down from the dorm, she happened to encounter Wen Maixue walking out with Pello. Since they met face-to-face, avoiding them would seem too deliberate.
Walking under the after-one o’clock sunshine, Pello and Wen Maixue looked like a perfectly matched pair, just watching them gave a feeling of being in spring.
If the prediction is not wrong, Wen Maixue will marry a European Earl in the future, Su Ziceng muttered in her heart, and with a forced smile, she walked forward.
"Miss Wen, Teacher Pei Luo," a somewhat negligent way of greeting that made Pei Luo a bit taken aback. He first looked at Su Ziceng’s face, then his gaze fell on her feet. Her boots were covered with a layer of dust and some grass clippings, and her gaze flitted restlessly between him and Wen Maixue’s faces, perhaps she had just come looking for him.
"Ziceng, have you eaten yet? Pei Luo and I were just about to go eat, would you like to join us?" Wen Maixue merely extended the invitation out of politeness, not expecting Su Ziceng to immediately agree with enthusiasm.
Moreover, she carelessly said: "I know a new Thai restaurant just opened in District Three, let’s go together."
Pei Luo looked at Wen Maixue and hesitated: "Maixue can’t eat spicy food, how about we switch to lighter Japanese food instead."
"Then I will not join you, I like spicy food," Su Ziceng turned around, quickly made a phone call: "Fatty, meal’s on me."
Qiu Zhi was just about to rush to his afternoon class when he received this aggressive call, and was just about to refuse. Then Su Ziceng added another line: "Maixue, Teacher Pei Luo, then I won’t disturb you." Hearing this, Qiu Zhi hurriedly held his phone with both hands, responding with reverence like making offerings to gods and Buddhas: "Immediately, right now."
Consequently, Su Ziceng ordered a table full of curries, from crab to beef to stewed potatoes, a whole table fully laid out. Qiu Zhi had never seen such a food-loving woman before, and for a moment, he dared not speak.
Only when the entire table was filled with Thai cuisine did Su Ziceng daintily scoop up some potatoes and began to chew slowly and meticulously.
"What about Mai Mai? I thought I heard you mention Mai Mai’s name earlier?" Qiu Zhi had already eaten lunch, and at this moment, the pungent spicy aroma made sweat bead on his forehead.
"Look, do you see that Japanese restaurant across the street?" Su Ziceng picked the Thai restaurant closest to where Pei Luo and Wen Maixue went, just across the pedestrian walkway, clearly visible.
"Look at what?" Qiu Zhi looked across and just saw Pei Luo and Wen Maixue cheerfully entering the restaurant, his already awkward speech stuttered even more: "It’s... it’s him again?"
"Fatty, you have no chance," Su Ziceng took a spoonful of rice, the top-notch curry tasted as bitter as bile when it entered her mouth.
"You’re not eating?" Su Ziceng put down her spoon, feeling a burning sensation in her stomach.
"Out of love, I simply can’t swallow any food," Qiu Zhi said pitifully.
Out of love, hard to swallow. Su Ziceng wasn’t choked by the curry, but by Qiu Zhi’s cheesy sentiment, choked quite a bit indeed. She gulped down several sips of water, her mind suddenly clearing up, she too found it hard to swallow... Could it be that she had fallen for Pei Luo? (To be continued. If you work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued. If you work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)