Chapter Twenty-Five: Each with Their Own Thoughts

  At night, Fang Wen heard that Ke and his friends were going to sing KTV. I couldn't stand the noisy environment, so after dinner, I went back to my dormitory directly.

  As I passed by the dormitory building, the sky was already dark and gloomy, but I still vaguely saw Jiang Xiaoqiao standing under the dormitory building.

  Of course, that's not the point. The point is that there was a man standing opposite her who I had never seen before, and this man looked like he was over thirty years old, clearly a successful player.

  I didn't go disturb their conversation and walked straight into the dormitory building.

  But within five seconds, Jiang Xiaoqiao behind me called out to stop me. At this moment, she was radiant with joy.

  I saw Jiang Xiaoqiao's mood was beautiful to the extreme, so I started gossiping and directly asked her: "You said goodbye to your uncle so quickly! How did you change boyfriends again?"

  "Ah! You just saw it!" Jiang Xiaoqiao looked surprised, as if she had been caught with a secret.

  "Nonsense! Do you think I'm blind? Two big people standing downstairs, can't even see them with closed eyes!"

  Jiang Xiaoqiao helplessly shrugged and whispered in my ear, "En, changed, but don't know how long it'll last, let's observe for a while first. Don't tell your roommate about this! I don't want them to know that I'm dating an old man over thirty."

  "It's popular to have a crush on an older man now! Don't worry! I won't tell anyone! But you're in charge of tomorrow's lunch!"

  "Eh! Li Weiming! I've found that you're getting more and more unruly lately! Who did you learn from? Fang Wenke doesn't teach you anything good every day!"

  I and Xiao Qiao walked into the dormitory with a smile, as soon as we entered, a refreshing scent of watermelon filled the air.

  Liang Xue and Lin Yishui were sitting at the table eating watermelon, then Lin Yishui spat out a watermelon seed while facing me and Jiang Xiaoqiao, saying: "Hurry up and eat the watermelon, Jiang Yun bought it, it's cool and refreshing!"

  In this hot weather, nothing is more refreshing than watermelon.

  However, just as I was about to reach out and grab it, my arm was hit back by Jiang Yun holding a hard object. I was about to scold her, but then I saw that the hard object in her hand was Zhao Jun's black umbrella.

  Jiang Yun looked a bit shy and lowered her head, then hesitantly said to me: "Wei Ming, can I have this black umbrella? I'll help you return it to Zhao Jun."

  Jiang Yun finished speaking, and the entire dormitory fell silent.

  Jiang Yun's intention to return the umbrella for me is clearer than ever, and as a good roommate, I still have to help with this month's matchmaking efforts.

  "Alright! If you're paying for me, then pay for me! But you'll be responsible for my dinner tomorrow!"

  "No problem!" Jiang Yun replied readily, and the whole dormitory began a ambiguous snickering.

  As I looked at Jiang Yun's happy appearance, I seemed to have a feeling of first love too.

  I think the cleanest love should be the one with no regrets.

  I picked up the watermelon beside me, feeling cool. Suddenly my phone vibrated twice, it was a text message, I slid open the screen to unlock it, and what caught my eyes was Zhu Yang's name. At this moment, I felt a little trembling, a little timid, and also a little excited.

  I opened that message and there were just a few words: "Sorry about today."

  In the half hour after seeing the message, I was in a state of complete excitement, just like the beauty of someone I had secretly loved for a long time suddenly smiling at me.

  But in that half hour, I also started to indulge in self-deprecating fantasies, and I even fantasized about whether Zhu Yang still loved me.

  However, what happened next told me I was overthinking.

  After thinking for over ten minutes, I replied to him with a text message: "It's okay, you know my personality, I'm very open-minded. How's your dance preparation going?"

  I thought that if I added a question mark at the end of the text message, he would reply to me. However, I stared blankly at my phone for two hours and only got a low battery reminder.

  Then my passion slowly turned into a wisp of smoke in those two hours of torture, and my soul was scattered.