Chapter 61 – Drinking the Senior’s Milk Tea
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Luo Ye, standing behind Liu Jiang Lai, was barely noticed by Su Baizhou; she simply gave a soft nod as a response to Liu Jiang Lai.
He froze for a moment, wondering what was happening—had there been a clash?
Liu Jiang Lai glanced at Luo Ye, then turned his gaze back to Su Baizhou and asked, “Senior Baizhou, are you interested in the fun‑sports carnival? Like… a two‑person three‑leg race?”
“No interest.” Su Baizhou turned and walked away.
Watching his retreating back, Liu Jiang Lai’s expression shifted, and he said, “Brother Luo, you made her angry, didn’t you?”
“What?” Luo Ye stared, bewildered.
Seeing his reaction, Liu Jiang Lai couldn’t help laughing, “You’ve never dated anyone, have you?”
“Brother Luo, making a girl angry isn’t a big deal; couples inevitably have conflicts. What matters is the reason for the anger and how you handle it when she’s upset.”
Luo Ye glanced at Liu Jiang Lai, then gave a deep nod. He stared at the senior’s silhouette before following her.
“Brother Luo,” Liu Jiang Lai called from behind, as if trying to give a reminder, but after a pause he said nothing.
On the road to love, only personal experience can foster growth; advice from others can treat the symptom but not the cause. Liu Jiang Lai wanted to say that conquering a lioness required a stronger stance than hers. In the end, he only managed two words: “Good luck.”
He thought he understood Su Baizhou, but everyone’s approach to romance is different, so his method of courting her might not work. It also depends on who is doing the courting.
He, however, was confident in Luo Ye. After all, provoking Su Baizhou proved that Luo Ye held a place in her thoughts. Among all of Su Baizhou’s many admirers, none had ever stirred any reaction in her.
Su Baizhou and Luo Ye left the track one after the other.
Tang Enqi also noticed the scene, watching their silhouettes.
Nearby, Gao Yuming brought a bottle of water, cheerfully asking, “Kiki, you’re tired, want to grab a bite later?”
“No thanks,” Tang Enqi declined, feeling oddly down.
She wondered, “Could Luo Ye’s crush actually be Su Baizhou? She’s the untouchable campus queen with no gossip at all.”
Liu Bing Xin grabbed Tang Enqi’s hand, laughing, “Come on, let’s eat; Gao Yuming’s treating.”
Tang Enqi glanced at Liu Bing Xin, then at Gao Yuming, finally nodding.
Gao Yuming’s reputation had shifted from a flashy rich‑kid who clung to Tang Enqi to a persistent, perhaps even a “bootlicker,” constantly hounding her despite his wealth.
Meanwhile, Su Baizhou left the campus and arrived at the staff‑apartment entrance. She knew Luo Ye was following her, skulking like a thief, and found it amusing.
She wasn’t truly angry at him, but this morning the junior had lied about waking up late when the real reason was sore muscles. She didn’t know how to describe her feelings, but she wanted to give him a subtle scolding so he’d realize lying was wrong.
In plain terms, she just felt a sudden, inexplicable flutter—something she hadn’t experienced before, perhaps because she’d been unusually idle lately.
She stood at the doorway of unit 4, building 5, room 614. Luo Ye lingered about twenty meters behind her, both looking like a petty‑spat couple.
Suddenly, Luo Ye’s phone buzzed.
Luo Ye: Senior, have you eaten yet?
Su Baizhou paused. The junior was right behind her but didn’t dare approach.
Su Baizhou: Not yet.
Luo Ye: Want to eat together?
Seeing the message, Su Baizhou turned, looking at Luo Ye, who kept his head down. He mustered courage and waddled forward to stand in front of her.
She observed his nervous, fidgety demeanor and said coolly, “Go upstairs, sweep the floor, then mop it. I’ll wait here.”
Luo Ye lifted his head, stared a moment, then broke into a determined grin.
“Senior, you read people well. I’m a natural at chores; I clean the dorm all the time.”
He dashed into the unit, hurriedly tidying room 614.
Half an hour later, after he went back downstairs, Su Baizhou’s figure had vanished. Luo Ye scanned the area, then walked to the trash can, opened it, and muttered, “Nothing here. Where did Senior go?”
A voice called from behind, “What are you doing?”
Su Baizhou had reappeared, holding two cups of milk tea.
Noticing Luo Ye’s stare, she said flatly, “You took too long. I’m thirsty, so I bought a cup.”
“Just one cup?” Luo Ye asked, feigning ignorance.
“It’s half‑price for the second cup. If I don’t buy it, it goes to waste. I’m planning to give it to the neighbor.”
Luo Ye’s smile froze.
“Neighbor?”
“Just a neighbor; I’ll give it away.”
He hesitated, then stepped forward, snatched the milk tea from her hand, and took a big gulp.
Sure enough, the senior had indeed bought him one. She even helped him insert a straw—cold on the surface but actually thoughtful.
But then Luo Ye noticed the other hand holding a sealed, unopened milk tea, and glimpsed a brief, unexpected expression on Su Baizhou’s face.
What was happening?
He looked at the straw in his own cup; Su Baizhou always chewed the straw before drinking, and his straw was already flattened—clearly already chewed.
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