Chapter 79: Old Xu was played with

Seeing Song Yao glaring at him, Xu Qingzhou put aside the miscellaneous things in his mind, focused on eating, and took a few mouthfuls, "Was that man just now from your School of Economics?"

Song Yao nodded: "Hmm, sophomore senior in the School of Economics, Minister of the Publicity Department of the Student Union, wanted me to join the Student Union..."

After a pause, she said slowly: "However, I have already refused."

Xu Qingzhou understood, and also felt that Song Yao was not very suitable for the Student Union. That place, besides needing ability, also needs some worldly wisdom.

Song Yao didn't eat much. After eating half a bowl of rice, she sat and waited for Xu Qingzhou.

"Eating with you, the pressure is too great."

Xu Qingzhou found that eyes were shooting at him one by one. If they were bullets, he would be riddled with holes now.

Song Yao raised her chin, a little proud.

"Opposition invalid."

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Song Yao nodded with satisfaction.

Then, this guy sighed secretly, and then slammed the table, full of energy: "Good, starting tomorrow, I will study with you guys, what kind of dog-fart love... are all floating clouds!"

Too cruel.

"People are in love." Song Yao didn't bother to pay attention to him. Young couples in love, doing some stupid things is called normal.

Kong Xianbo shook his head. He had already thought about it. Old Xu is an old silver coin. It's better to provoke less in the future. Killing without seeing blood, ah.

Xu Qingzhou hadn't finished speaking, Song Yao put the phone screen horizontally in front of him, and Ms. Wang's voice came from inside: "Little Yao, you are close to Qingzhou, supervise him, exercise more, don't look sick all day. If he doesn't listen to you, you tell me..."

"Don't care about these details."

"It's time to exercise, lest you hang up one day."

Xu Zhengyang was excited, waiting for Xu Qingzhou to guide him, especially Xu Qingzhou's warm smile, which made him feel warm.

"His Dao heart is broken." Kong Xianbo didn't know where to start, thought for a while, lowered his voice and said to Xu Qingzhou: "It's... he was played with by Dong Shan."

Looking at Xu Zhengyang's appearance, Xu Qingzhou pouted, and said unhappily: "Look, even you don't believe it yourself, what are you sad about, chicken feathers."

Xu Zhengyang was dejected, sitting on the seat decadently.

"You guys don't understand..."

At the intersection, Xu Qingzhou looked at the young couples passing by the roadside and sighed, "Clearly it's raining, but they have to squeeze together. Is it because they are afraid they won't get wet?"

Xu Zhengyang ignited hope. In his opinion, Xu Qingzhou, an old hand, must know more than them. After all, he is surrounded by various beauties every day.

Xu Zhengyang sighed, sitting on the chair and dazed by himself.

"Together holding an umbrella, drinking milk tea, and using the same straw." Zhai Ziqiang added details on the side.

Song Yao raised her eyebrows: "Staying up late hurts the body."

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"Not necessarily, it depends on the situation. As for me, I didn't participate in the specific experiment; I just helped Professor Zhao and the others build a model. Time was a bit tight, so I pulled a few all-nighters." Xu Qingzhou also put down his chopsticks and sipped his soup slowly.

"Did you pass the interview for the Cat Association?"

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Although they were keeping their voices down, the dormitory was so small that it was incredibly clear. Xu Qingzhou saw that when Zhai Ziqiang said this, Xu Zhengyang's cheeks were twitching. Boom—a bolt from the blue.

"Really?"

Xu Qingzhou pulled out a chair, patted his shoulder, and comforted him: "Old Xu, actually, seeing isn't always believing."

"This doesn't—"

"Passed." Song Yao rested her chin on one hand and said lazily. Outside the window, a light drizzle had started falling again, though it was unclear when it began.

"Old Xu originally had a date with Dong Shan to go out today, but Dong Shan said she had to eat with her roommates. As it turns out, when we were out, we saw Dong Shan with a senior from the Street Dance Club."

Xu Qingzhou nodded: "Perhaps she just treats that boy like a brother."

"Exactly, Brother Yang, only by forgetting the past can you have a future." Zhai Ziqiang, that guy, had a whole set of grand principles.

Xu Qingzhou nodded thoughtfully. Not everyone gets a chance at rebirth; one must cherish it.

Xu Qingzhou caught the scent of gossip: "Tell me the details."

Song Yao rolled her eyes at Xu Qingzhou, believing that Xu Qingzhou exercising on his own was a matter of urgency, and said: "Starting next week, run twice a week. I'll supervise."

"There's no need to be that specific." Xu Qingzhou sighed. The thing he was worried about had indeed happened. Old Kong's Chinese was quite good; the word "toyed with" was used very cleverly.

The three of them didn't say much more, letting him think it through for himself.

"Mm, you have no classes on Tuesday and Thursday nights—just those two days. Each exercise session will be two hours."

Night fell, the orange streetlights lit up, and raindrops traced thin lines under the light. The rain grew heavier, and one could still feel a hint of coldness.

"Again?" Song Yao wondered if this guy had been made stupid by staying up late, as he had started talking nonsense.

On a rainy day, sharing an umbrella—that's how you get love and intimacy. Xu Qingzhou was stunned for a moment. Thinking about it carefully, he didn't even have that bit of romantic flair; he really deserved to be single.

Xu Qingzhou's mouth twitched, and his expression turned solemn: "I wanted to say, this is actually not bad."

Kong Xianbo chose to help Xu Zhengyang shift his focus, encouraging him: "Old Xu, don't dwell on these romantic matters. Study with me. If you fall in love, your girlfriend might not belong to you, but if you study, knowledge is yours!"

"Can I object?"

"Old Xu, you're still the best." Xu Zhengyang cast a grateful look.

Song Yao glanced at Xu Qingzhou's equally disheveled clothes: "Do you guys need to stay up late every day for experiments?"

"Also true." Xu Qingzhou felt he had asked a pointless question. With a beauty like Song Yao going over, those associations probably wouldn't even need to conduct interviews; they'd just admit her directly.

"Mm."

After seeing Song Yao back to her dormitory, Xu Qingzhou headed toward the male dormitory building of the School of Mathematics.

When Xu Qingzhou returned, his roommates were all there. Xu Zhengyang was sitting in his chair, miraculously reading a book. Although he was only looking at the title page with the book name and publisher, it still made him wonder for a moment if he had walked into the wrong dormitory. Xu Qingzhou whispered to Kong Xianbo: "What's wrong with Old Xu?"

A child worth teaching.

The other three in the dormitory sighed in their hearts simultaneously.

Even though it was the weekend, the whole dormitory was busier than usual. Besides studying, they had to attend team-building events and dinners for various clubs.

Kong Xianbo had been busy again lately, and quite sneakily at that. Xu Qingzhou had caught a glimpse of it by accident; it seemed to be a paper on the Fourier equation.

(End of Chapter)