Chen Pingjiang sang seven or eight songs in a row, cutting each one halfway through to start the next.
He finally got tired after a long while, sat down, and planned to drink some wine to lubricate his throat before continuing.
At this moment, a fragrant scent wafted to his nose, and Cong Nini voluntarily leaned over,
"I don't really want a boyfriend in college, studies come first, sorry about that."
"?"
Chen Pingjiang had a face full of question marks, wondering if this girl had some serious mental issues.
Zhao Shaoyang, who had been maintaining his domineering CEO persona across the room, trying to attract Cong Nini's attention, had just prepared a cool opening line to start a conversation with her.
He then saw Cong Nini actually lean towards Chen Pingjiang, so he awkwardly turned back and chugged two mouthfuls of wine.
"You're also pretty good, a bit handsome, you'll meet a good girl you like."
Cong Nini's tone was full of encouragement, and for a moment, the inner pleasure almost brought her to a climax.
The campus heartthrob in your eyes is also beneath my skirt, it's just a shame I'm not interested!
"Why aren't you speaking? You're not angry, are you? Even if we can't be lovers, we can still be friends. I've always wanted an older brother since I was little."
Cong Nini saw Chen Pingjiang hadn't spoken for a long time, thinking he was filled with frustration, and thoughtfully left a door ajar for him.
Chen Pingjiang slowly lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, then turned his head and scrutinized Cong Nini up and down,
"How many dishes did you have, to drink this much?"
Cong Nini didn't get angry, but smiled sweetly,
"I understand you boys too well, you care about your pride."
Chen Pingjiang was about to use urine to wake this brat up when he saw the private room door push open.
A figure walked in under the dim lights.
When he saw the person's face clearly, he froze.
Dong Tinghui, Zhao Shaoyang, and the other boys also froze, their eyes wide open.
This girl had a high bun, a particularly small face that made her look exceptionally youthful.
A wisp of hair curled down on each temple.
She had bright eyes and white teeth, skin as fair as snow, and a floral dress that showcased her pure beauty.
When she smiled, dimples appeared, making her playful and cute.
Especially Zhao Shaoyang's previously dejected expression, instantly brightened.
What the hell, Cong Nini, Qin Bei, all of them could get lost, this was what you called a goddess, wasn't it?
"Let me introduce everyone, this is one of the two 'golden flowers' from our dorm, International Trade major, Zhang Xinyue."
"..."
"..."
Seeing Zhang Xinyue, Cong Nini's expression turned a bit sour, but she quickly put on a practiced smile.
Zhang Xinyue stared blankly at Chen Pingjiang, who was sitting in the corner very close to Cong Nini.
Her face showed complex emotions: excitement, anger, joy, annoyance, pride.
Wang Liwen didn't notice anything unusual, she affectionately pulled Zhang Xinyue, motioning for her to sit next to Zhao Shaoyang.
Zhao Shaoyang changed his domineering CEO style, eagerly twisting open a bottle of juice and filling a glass.
However, the next moment, something unexpected happened, startling Zhao Shaoyang so much that the glass he was holding dropped onto the coffee table.
Zhang Xinyue broke free from Wang Liwen and silently sat down on Chen Pingjiang's other side.
Zhao Shaoyang instantly put on a mask of pain, feeling like he could kill Chen Pingjiang.
"They're all superficial girls who only look at faces,"
Zhao Shaoyang thought bitterly.
Chen Pingjiang watched Zhang Xinyue sit beside him, his mind fuzzy.
Shouldn't Zhang Xinyue have gone to university in the provincial capital in his previous life?
Why was she in the International Trade major at Dongjiang University of Finance and Economics?
What had happened in between?
More importantly, why was she in the same dorm as Cong Nini and the others, and why did they meet at a dorm mixer?
This world was truly too small.
Dong Tinghui turned off the background music, took the microphone, walked to the TV, and said,
"Now everyone's finally here. To celebrate the friendship between dorms 603 and 405, I suggest we all have a toast."
Chen Pingjiang sneered, picked up his glass, and stared at Dong Tinghui, making him uneasy.
Cong Nini's inexplicable words, coupled with Zhang Xinyue's appearance, any one of these reasons was enough for Chen Pingjiang to chop him up.
"Chen Pingjiang, let's sing a song together."
Cong Nini was unusually eager, her gaze intentionally or unintentionally sweeping towards Zhang Xinyue as she spoke.
Cong Nini had been in a good mood on the day she reported to the small Dorm 405, until Zhang Xinyue, the last to report, arrived.
Cong Nini, who had always been confident in her appearance, felt a bit insecure in front of Zhang Xinyue.
Whether it was looks, temperament, or figure, she always felt she lost out a bit in every aspect, yet she was quite unwilling to admit defeat, subtly trying to rally the other five classmates in the dorm to isolate Zhang Xinyue.
This afternoon, Zhang Xinyue was not in the dorm.
Facing the flattery of Wang Liwen and others, Cong Nini had momentarily lost herself.
Now, seeing Zhang Xinyue appear before her like a fairy, she felt inferior but also a bit challenged, which is why she pulled Chen Pingjiang to sing.
For both men and women, the pursuit of an excellent member of the opposite sex is the best proof of one's own charm.
"Then let's 'Kind-Hearted Breakup',"
Chen Pingjiang nodded, seeing through Cong Nini's little scheme at a glance.
Dong Tinghui, never one to miss a good show, thought Cong Nini and Chen Pingjiang were getting along well:
"Old Chen, pick another song. Breaking up before even starting?"
Chen Pingjiang ignored him, even giving him a harsh glare.
Only Zhang Xinyue, hearing the song title, trembled slightly at the shoulders, clenching her small fists tightly.
"Are you so surprised you can't speak? Yes, I'm asking if you want to break up?
...
Why would I turn and bite you, do you know?"
After Cong Nini finished the female part, she looked back at Chen Pingjiang, only to see he didn't even have a microphone in his hand.
As she wondered why, she heard a clear and melodious male voice ring out:
"Perhaps I should be distracted and not speak anymore, do I deserve this punishment for being abandoned?"
Cong Nini didn't understand what was happening, and everyone else looked confused too.
Chen Pingjiang also found it unpalatable.
He deliberately chose "Kind-Hearted Breakup" to hint that he and Zhang Xinyue had broken up.
But he hadn't expected the male part of the lyrics to mean this.
The more he listened, the worse it tasted.
His relationship with Zhang Xinyue was far from the standard melodramatic reborn novel trope of being interfered with by a third party or being strung along by the campus beauty.
It was just that his perspective on people was from several years in the future.
In that timeline, they had no interaction; only a gray avatar in his QQ friends list proved they had once known each other.
It was just a naive puppy love, Chen Pingjiang didn't even consider it love.
Perhaps it was just a self-indulgent thought born from the intense academic pressure of senior year and a vague affection for the opposite sex.
After all, they hadn't slept together, nor had they loved passionately.
For Chen Pingjiang, who had dated more women than he had fingers and toes combined, this relationship was too bland.
Who among thirty-four-year-olds still remembers a short, naive high school memory with such deep love for him or her?
A once unforgettable love might cause resentment if met again after ten years, but most could treat it calmly.
Especially naive memories from an age when one didn't even know what love was?
A twenty-year-old body with a forty-year-old soul and memories gave Chen Pingjiang both the youthful vigor of "seven times a night" and the charm and shrewdness of an older man.
He was free and wouldn't be bound by women.
"I reincarnated to make money, I'm really not interested in romance!" Chen Pingjiang thought angrily.
"Come here, I have something to ask you."
After thinking for a moment, Chen Pingjiang domineeringly grabbed Zhang Xinyue's slender, pale wrist and walked out of the private room.
Zhang Xinyue pouted but didn't resist, her expression proud yet docile as she was pulled out of the private room.
The music stopped, and a silence fell over the private room.
Cong Nini, Zhao Shaoyang, and everyone else were dumbfounded, taking a long time to react.
"He... they know each other?"
"Hmm, it seems their relationship isn't ordinary."
Zhao Shaoyang's shoulders trembled as he pulled out his phone and changed his QQ signature,
"My Love is Lost Forever, All Around is Desolation."
(End of chapter)
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