Lu Xingzhe didn’t pay any attention to Hu Shiyu at all, instead stepping right over her and her entourage.
As Lu Xingzhe had already walked out of the classroom, Hu Shiyu awkwardly held her hand in mid-air, unable to decide whether to put it down or keep it up.
Afterward, Hu Shiyu’s face turned beet red with embarrassment and anger welling up in her eyes.
She bit her lip fiercely, then turned around and slapped her follower.
With the sound of the slap, the follower let out a cry of pain, then looked at Hu Shiyu with a mixture of grievance and shock, "Sister Yu, I..."
"Can’t even handle my own issues, what good are you?" In order to alleviate her embarrassment, Hu Shiyu directed all her anger onto her follower.
Confronted with Hu Shiyu’s cold face, the follower didn’t dare say anything in reproach, merely mumbling an apology, "Sister Yu, I’m sorry."
That said, the follower covered her face, lowered her head, and silently shed tears.
As she hung her head, a mixture of resentment and rage burst forth from her eyes.
Hu Shiyu felt slightly less embarrassed after taking out her anger on her follower, and she hesitated for two seconds before addressing Qiao Qingshu in a gentle and courteous tone, "Qiao Qingshu, could you take me to the infirmary?"
Hearing her own name, Qiao Qingshu instinctively shifted her gaze from the book, looking up at Hu Shiyu.
She stared at Hu Shiyu for about three seconds, and then stood up.
As she rose, she didn’t forget to gather the books on her desk, tucking them under her arm.
Having learned her lesson, Hu Shiyu remained silent as Qiao Qingshu approached, preferring not to speak and potentially face further embarrassment.
Just as Qiao Qingshu reached her, Hu Shiyu moved her lips, but before she could voice her thoughts, Qiao Qingshu walked right out of the classroom, book in arm.
During this, she didn’t give Hu Shiyu so much as a glance.
Hu Shiyu was once again struck by embarrassment, and quietly grinding her teeth, she turned to her follower resentfully, "You useless thing, come here and help me to the infirmary."
Upon hearing this, the follower immediately went over to support Qiao Qingshu.
Gu Zhiqi circled around the school cafeteria, but seeing the long queue, he opted to eat outside.
He ordered a bowl of rice noodles and watched food videos while slurping them down.
Suddenly, someone stood in front of him.
Gu Zhiqi paused his eating, lifted his eyes, and gave the person a glance.
He looked vaguely familiar, but Gu Zhiqi couldn’t recall his name. Just as he intended to resume his meal, he noticed a mass of black air between the stranger’s brows.
Gu Zhiqi paused the food video, casually pulled out a napkin, and leisurely wiped his mouth before lazily inquiring of the boy standing before him, "Young man, do you believe in fortune-telling?"
Lu Xingzhe didn’t respond, merely staring silently at Gu Zhiqi for several seconds before abruptly turning and quickly leaving.
Lu Xingzhe exited so swiftly that Gu Zhiqi was almost caught off guard.
Watching him leave, Gu Zhiqi clucked his tongue lightly, unpaused the food video, and bent his head to continue slurping noodles while watching.
"Zhizhi, why are you watching Qiao Nan’s videos again?" Chubby Chiu asked with curiosity upon seeing Gu Zhiqi browse through Qiao Nan’s videos.
In Chubby Chiu’s view, Qiao Nan’s videos were no different from those of others.
Yet, for some reason, Gu Zhiqi was fond of watching her videos.
Chubby Chiu remembered that after it had awakened, the first time it saw Gu Zhiqi viewing Qiao Nan’s videos, Gu Zhiqi was already a follower.
And this Qiao Nan was the only person on Gu Zhiqi’s follow list.
"I just want to," Gu Zhiqi responded unhurriedly to Chubby Chiu, and then clicked on Qiao Nan’s profile to play the latest video.