It wasn’t until Shen Jianan spoke to the waiter who had been called in: "Another serving."
Tang Yanqi abruptly looked up: "No need."
Both Sheng Jianan and the waiter looked at her, Tang Yanqi’s cheeks turned crimson, and her gaze was not as composed as usual, with a hint of panic: "That’s enough, can’t finish it, don’t order more, it’s wasteful."
Saying this, Tang Yanqi avoided meeting Sheng Jianan’s eyes, returning the steak Sheng Jianan had placed in front of her to him, then took back her own, lowering her head to continue eating silently.
Sheng Jianan frowned slightly, waved for the waiter to leave after a moment of silence.
Tang Yanqi lowered her head even more, almost burying her entire face in the steak plate. Sheng Jianan watched her, a smile forming between his brows again.
Is this woman embarrassed?
When she’s calm and composed, it drives people mad, but when she’s shyly embarrassed, there’s a type of cuteness others don’t have.
Sheng Jianan’s gloomy mood brightened for no reason, he crossed his arms over his chest, his lips curling into a smile: "Miss Tang is afraid of being wasteful?"
Tang Yanqi still kept her head down, seemingly with something in her mouth, making her speech unclear: "The noon sun bears down, sweat drips onto the soil, farmers toil hard."
Sheng Jianan laughed openly, his handsome face both charming and wild, his dark eyes sparkling like stars, the gloominess from his grandfather’s hospitalization lifting.
He reached over to take Tang Yanqi’s plate again, placing his portion in front of her: "Try this, this is real steak."
Tang Yanqi had just recovered from the earlier "corner of the mouth killing," her cheeks still slightly red. Watching Sheng Jianan’s actions, Tang Yanqi pursed her lips, picked up the fork, and put a piece into her mouth. It was tender and juicy, yet chewy — the same steak felt entirely different from what she had cut herself.
Tang Yanqi was a bit surprised, but before she could say anything, Sheng Jianan leaned in a bit: "Isn’t mine better?"
Tang Yanqi said nothing, and Sheng Jianan continued: "Do you know why?"
Tang Yanqi still didn’t speak, and Sheng Jianan answered his question himself: "Because of an intelligence issue."
Saying this, he reached out and tapped Tang Yanqi’s forehead, the atmosphere between them turning strange, as Tang Yanqi frowned slightly at the man in front of her.
She really wanted to give Sheng Jianan a mirror to see himself — he looked exactly like a big boy hoping for candy, childish to no end.
Tang Yanqi hadn’t noticed, but her mood had improved considerably without her realizing it. The meal was bizarre, from the restaurant to the school, with the image of Sheng Jianan wiping her mouth and boasting about his steak-cutting lingering in her mind.
Tang Yanqi walked into the classroom with a subtle smile she couldn’t suppress, but as soon as she appeared, the rowdy lecture hall abruptly fell silent.
"Yeah, that’s her, I really don’t know how she still has the face to attend class?" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel★fire.net
"Tsk tsk, I heard she even got a full scholarship for three years. I reckon she slept her way there."
"Did you see, she has a scar on her face. Do you think it’s... that sort of thing?"
Voices, some loud, some soft, reached Tang Yanqi’s ears. This was an elective course, and she was the only one from her dorm who chose it, so her roommates naturally weren’t there. Looking at people she didn’t know at all, Tang Yanqi’s heart turned very cold, and her previously good mood vanished entirely.