Deceiving Oneself (Part 2)

  Things have turned out this way, and there's nothing else to do. While waiting for the subway, she flipped through the contents of the unfamiliar backpack out of boredom. Apart from the uniform that was just taken out, there were also a pair of shoelaces, a wallet, and a brand new IPHONE4.

  Due to human's special preference for privacy, she opened the screen saver without hesitation. The wallpaper was a smiling and sweet-looking girl who looked about her age, with a small brown spot at the corner of her eye known as a beauty mole.

  So it can be confirmed that the owner of this backpack is definitely a man.

  She was mortified to think of the sanitary napkins she had casually tossed into her bag that morning, now blooming with embarrassment under a man's astonished gaze.

  It's simply... making her liver tremble with fear.

  At a time when I was feeling disheartened and disappointed, the iPhone 4 suddenly started vibrating without warning.

  She raised it to her eyes, staring at the extremely familiar phone number on the screen with a thunderous gaze, 1384024…… This, this is clearly her number? She stared for a full half minute before finally coming to her senses, silently scolding her own stupid intelligence.

  The voice on the phone sounded like a young boy, without any extra courtesy, and directly stated the time and place of the exchange.

  Five minutes later, she walked back down the stairs to the security checkpoint where she had entered. A boy wearing a white hoodie was sitting on the bench next to her, waiting for her. He wore a sky blue baseball cap with the brim pulled very low, revealing only the part below his nose.

  Nowadays kids are all good young people. She warmly sighed in her heart and stepped forward to apologize, "Thank you thank you, it's my fault, I picked up the wrong one when I was going through security just now."

  She put the lost item next to the boy, stood up straight and waited for his reaction. In any case, this situation must be that the other party also apologized awkwardly, then everyone laughed and said goodbye to each other. So she naturally stretched out her hand, indicating that the boy could hand over the bag to her.

  "Oh, never mind, be more careful next time." The person opposite her threw out a casual sentence, then with a whoosh, tossed her bag over like it was trash, hitting her outstretched arm.

  Bad luck is not just talked about.

  Du Kewe raised the corner of her mouth and looked up, staring at the impolite and rude boy in front of her with her piercing eyes.

  It was the first time in her life that she had seen such a handsome boy.

  Isn't there a kind of person, when walking on the street, can't help but take a few more glances, and make people marvel at the proportion of their facial features. Li Jiahao's face is the kind that makes you want to rush up and take a few shots, imagining the stunning sensation it would cause if posted online.

  She couldn't help but stare for a while, only to find that the boy in front of her was also smiling and sizing her up.

  And that smile is still a frivolous and playful jest.

  Does she know him? There is no information about such a person in her mind at all.

  "It's understandable though. I guess you were too excited talking to your boyfriend on the phone." The boy said to himself, then smiled and waved at her, "See you later, sis."

  He then slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked away slowly.

  Du Ke's nerves short-circuited for three seconds before he finally realized which two words had hit his eardrum, and he couldn't help but burst into flames of anger, subconsciously turning around.

  Don't think I'm a sick cat just because I haven't shown my power yet!

  But the "damn it" that rushed to his lips was again forcibly suppressed.

  It was just because she saw the boy's back in that instant, and the image in her mind suddenly became clear.

  At that time, when Xu Xue hung up her phone, the little brat in front of her who made a laughing sound, that damned shoulder line of his, she wouldn't have mistaken it even if she was beaten to death!

  Good heavens! To actually be beaten by a youngster who looks like he's still wet behind the ears...

  Despicable.