Lu Qingyan was just about to come in when he spotted Jiang Nanshu.
His cold gaze swept across her face and then shifted to Duan Huaiyu, seeming to feel that encountering Jiang Nanshu was somewhat unlucky, and he turned and left immediately.
"Hey? Brother Yan, I’m treating you; aren’t you going to eat?" Yang Jiashu’s voice rang out.
When he caught sight of Jiang Nanshu, he immediately shut his mouth and stood there awkwardly.
"Aren’t you going to check on him?" Duan Huaiyu continued to ask.
Jiang Nanshu pondered for a few seconds before reluctantly chasing after him.
Upon seeing this, Yang Jiashu just stood still.
He watched as Jiang Nanshu ran out.
He shook his head and sighed, "A torturous fate, tsk, it’s really a torturous fate."
Duan Huaiyu sat by the window, watching Jiang Nanshu’s figure blur into the distance.
Jiang Nanshu had been a short, intense presence in his life, dazzling enough to amaze him for the rest of his life, but he was too cowardly to reveal his feelings for her.
Duan Huaiyu poured half a glass of beer for Jiang Nanshu, raised the glass to clink with hers in the air, and muttered to himself, "Thank you, Ms. Jiang, may the rest of your life be smooth and happy."
...
"Lu Qingyan, wait for me."
Jiang Nanshu chased after him from behind, but Lu Qingyan didn’t even turn his head.
When she reached out and grabbed the corner of his jacket, he turned around and pushed her hand away, his tone icy, "What else do you want to play at with me?"
Jiang Nanshu saw the bandages still wrapped around his wrist, she looked up at his pale and handsome face, and although she didn’t see any hateful emotions, he indeed seemed very cold.
So cold that others would keep their distance.
Jiang Nanshu licked her slightly dry lips and gave an awkward smile, "What are you talking about... Listen to my explanation, that day I wanted to say, just hold on, I’m calling an ambulance for you..."
The more she talked, the more mocking his gaze became, and her voice grew lower and lower.
"Am I some trashy person? Jiang Nanshu, is this what you wanted? Don’t bother me anymore."
Jiang Nanshu watched him walk away, standing there looking troubled, seemingly helpless.
Lu Qingyan didn’t give her a chance to get close now.
Sigh, she might as well go back to the dorm and order takeout.
Jiang Nanshu decisively left the place, the outside was deadly cold.
The weekend passed in Jiang Nanshu’s carefree indulgence, even Yang Jiashu couldn’t help but commend her, saying her mentality was really good...
On Monday, Jiang Nanshu attended classes seriously.
On Tuesday, Jiang Nanshu attended classes seriously.
On Wednesday, Jiang Nanshu began to slack off.
On Thursday, Jiang Nanshu straight up slept in class.
When Friday rolled around, another week had passed.
She had to prepare for the final exams of various subjects.
Jiang Nanshu hadn’t studied broadcasting seriously, and as the finals approached, she was forced to start cramming, having no time to think about increasing goodwill value.
Her only virtue was that she listened to advice.
Since everyone told her not to bother him, she might as well wait until Lu Qingyan was calm enough to face her, then she could slowly explain, right?
Right now, trying to explain would be just a waste of saliva.
"Nannan, my sister brought me some specialties from back home, do you want to try?"
Hearing Xu Xi’s voice, Jiang Nanshu looked up from her assignment and saw Xu Xi holding a bag, she tilted her head slightly, "What’s tasty?"
"Yellow Rice Cake, have you ever had it? You can bake it, deep fry it, dip it in sugar, or sprinkle it with chili powder!"
"No," Jiang Nanshu shook her head, "But I can give it a try."
"There’s an air fryer in the dormitory, we can try it."
Jiang Nanshu nodded, "Okay."
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