"Hey, I really don’t think this Su Yan is the type to juggle two relationships at once."
Cheng Xingyang spat at him
"Have you forgotten about Brother Jiang being hospitalized for alcohol poisoning last night?"
Thinking about Brother Jiang’s unprecedented despair and craziness, he sighed,
"What if it’s just a misunderstanding?
Have you ever seen Brother Jiang open his heart and care for any woman like this?
Plus, I always thought that Brother Jiang’s taste wouldn’t be that bad."
That casual remark made Cheng Xingyang frown.
Watching as Su Yan’s figure completely disappeared around the corner of the stairs.
Cheng Xingyang suddenly walked briskly forward, heading towards the academic building.
That person was startled,
"Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?! Weren’t we going to visit Brother Jiang?"
Another friend nearby said,
"Looks like he’s going after Su Yan."
"Did he take what I just said to heart?"
"Probably."
#In front of Class 2-3#
Su Yan had just called out ’reporting’ and was about to enter.
Then, Cheng Xingyang’s voice came from behind her.
"Su Yan!"
Her footsteps halted, and she turned back to look.
At that moment, the teacher and all the classmates also turned to look.
Cheng Xingyang casually grabbed a notebook and a pen from someone’s desk.
He wrote a string of numbers on it, tore it out and stuffed it directly into Su Yan’s arms.
With not a trace of jest in his eyes, but rather a scrutinizing look,
"His mobile number."
Su Yan looked down at the slip of paper in her hands, then a faint smile appeared on her face.
The breeze blew, fluttering the hair on her shoulders.
Her voice still soft,
"Thank you"
Cheng Xingyang nodded, said nothing, and walked back the way he came.
Su Yan turned her head, everyone was watching her.
Or more precisely, curious about who’s number was on that slip of paper in her hand.
The teacher tapped the desk,
"Alright, let’s continue with the topic."
Su Yan returned to her seat and looked at the paper in her hand, a string of jumbled numbers.
She clenched it gently.
Before the bell rang and her classmates crowded around her with numerous questions, she had already taken her phone and stepped outside.
She dialed the number from the slip of paper.
The phone rang for a long time with no answer.
After a while, she made a second call.
The second call also rang for a long while.
She held the slip of paper and lowered her gaze for a moment.
Just as she was about to put down her phone, the call was finally answered.
A voice hoarse with impatience asked,
"Who?"
Su Yan stood in the corner of the corridor, her voice soft,
"Jiang Ran, it’s me."
After she spoke, there was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time.
Su Yan thought he didn’t recognize her voice.
So she obediently added,
"It’s Su Yan."
After a long time, the raspy voice on the other end asked,
"What is it?"
"Your umbrella is still with me; how should I return it to you?"
The mood on the other side was unreadable,
"No need to return it, just throw it away if you don’t want it."
Su Yan hesitated.
"I— okay."
In the end, she obediently agreed.
She actually wanted to ask if she had said anything hurtful yesterday.
But judging by his tone, he didn’t seem very inclined to talk to her.
The two fell into silence.
Su Yan holding the phone, finally spoke,
"I have nothing else."
A light acknowledgment from the other end,
"Hmm"
Su Yan holding the phone, ended the call.
Then she stared at her phone for a while before putting it away and heading back to the class.