Chapter 80 Transfer Student Bae Jung-min (9)

  At night, I sat on the "bed" with a book in my hand, and my roommate was also lying on the "bed" opposite me. The quiet dormitory was broken by a string of urgent ringing sounds. After a while, I realized it was my phone ringing. I pressed the green button and said softly, "Hello..."

  "Xia Weiwei?"

  "It's me." I walked to the windowsill in my slippers so as not to disturb the people inside, and asked, "Who are you?"

  "I'm Bae Jung-min." The voice on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, as if gathering enough courage. His voice was tinged with a hint of hope and tentatively asked, "Can we have breakfast together tomorrow? I have something to talk to you about."

  "Hmm..."

  "We weren't in the same school before, were we? I just arrived here a few days ago and haven't fully adapted yet. I was thinking of having breakfast with you and chatting about school stuff."

  I can imagine Bae Jung-min holding his phone and desperately explaining, I burst out laughing "haha", "Alright, 7 o'clock tomorrow morning, you come pick me up."

  "Alright, alright... goodnight."

  "Alright, goodnight."

  "Hmm." As soon as I hung up the phone, a new call came in. I pressed the green button to answer it, "Hello?"

  "Vivian, why didn't you attend class?"

  The first sentence was the tone of interrogation, I thought maybe it's just my own paranoia, explained, "'Lost' way, so I'm late. I did look around at the 'door', but still didn't dare to go in, you know, that teacher is very picky."

  "Uh... so, did you take time off?"

  "Not yet, can you help me ask for it?"

  Han Sheng's tone softened a lot, his voice was filled with doting and gentle words, even the soft laughter on the other end of the phone could be heard. He said, "I've helped you ask for leave, it should be fine now. By the way, I have something to do tomorrow, so I won't come pick you up, let's meet at the restaurant then."

  "Okay." I hung up the phone and lay back on my bed, no longer in the mood to read. My chest felt stuffy, and my mind kept replaying the flirtatious exchanges between Huan Sheng and the beautiful woman. Maybe this was what it meant to be jealous... I started to feel anxious, unable to deny that Huan Sheng was gradually taking up space in my heart. These were things I had known all along, things I hadn't cared about before when it came to arranged marriages, but now I couldn't help but admit that I had grown accustomed to them, and so I would get jealous, and so I would feel this way.

  Okay, I admit it, I really like Han Sheng, not just a little bit, but at an unexpected speed that even I couldn't hide with a smile.

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