"Qin Jian... you know," An Hao said softly.
Shen Zhihua lowered his eyelids, concealing the loss and slight sourness in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I know."
"My workbook is no longer usable. The class leader considered that it might be inconvenient for me..."
"I know." Before An Hao could finish speaking, Qin Jian interrupted her and took out two books from his military uniform pocket, handing them to her, "From now on, you won’t have to trouble your class leader anymore, after all, the college entrance exam is coming, and everyone needs to review."
An Hao accepted the books in surprise, at a loss for words for a moment.
It was only yesterday that she told him her books were gone, yet in just one day, he had bought new ones for her.
This man... has brought her too many surprises in this life...
"Thank you, thank you..." An Hao kept thanking him.
Qin Jian frowned slightly, "Do you still need to be so formal with me?"
An Hao smiled, "Yes! I won’t be formal with you!"
"That’s more like it! That’s how it should be! Well done!" Qin Jian casually praised her, then took out a dress that Mrs. Zhang Lanxiang, the section chief’s wife, had given her, "This dress is from the section chief’s wife, she said she really likes you. She made this dress herself."
With joy, An Hao took the dress and held it up against herself, "It should fit. I hope I can wear it in the summer, I don’t want to waste my sister-in-law’s kindness."
"You can definitely wear it. The size won’t be off by even a fraction of an inch," Qin Jian said indifferently.
"Huh? How would you know?" An Hao was slightly surprised.
"My eyes are a precise measuring tape," Qin Jian said confidently.
Just with a glance, he could accurately state measurements, which was also one of his special skills!
An Hao’s ears warmed slightly, "So, you didn’t tell my sister-in-law the size, did you?"
Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?
Walking in front of him every day, he had her measurements memorized.
"Some people are just born with these qualities." Like a sharpshooter, those skills can’t be developed through sheer hard work alone.
They also require a certain talent!
"Oh... then I will definitely thank my sister-in-law in-person when I get the chance," An Hao said as she put the dress away.
Standing on the side, Shen Zhihua watched their natural and casual conversation and knew he had completely lost.
The fervor of his youth was instantly suppressed by the cold reality.
A bitter taste spread in his heart, his first love had been strangled before it could even start to blossom.
"An Hao, I’m leaving first," Shen Zhihua said as he began to gather his books, his stiff figure looking somewhat pitiful.
Qin Jian pursed his lips and said to An Hao, "I need to go now, there are matters to attend to in the army. Study hard and best of luck on your college entrance exam!"
"Mhm," An Hao nodded, "I won’t see you out."
Seeing that Qin Jian had left first, Shen Zhihua stood up with his books and asked An Hao, "Is he angry? Did he misunderstand something when he saw the two of us together?"
An Hao shook her head, "No."
He didn’t express it, but An Hao knew he was being considerate of Shen Zhihua’s feelings.
For one, he had left room for face, so he wouldn’t feel too embarrassed.
Secondly, he didn’t want to cause any trouble for her reputation.
An Hao thought silently, maybe Qin Jian won’t come to her house anymore?