Xiang Di knew nothing; all she knew was that before she could even say goodbye to Bo Jiangxin, he had already left.
Xiang Di shrugged. Oh well, she’d see him again tomorrow anyway.
After all, this was the first time in three years of high school that she and Bo Jiangxin had arranged to meet during the holiday.
Rounding it off, wasn’t this basically a date? Hehe.
With that thought in mind, Xiang Di happily walked home.
After boarding the bus, though she wasn’t listening to music, her body swayed rhythmically from side to side.
Even Liang Qianqian, who was going home with her, noticed her cheerfulness and asked, “Next week, let’s go for a buffet together. Are you really that happy?”
Used to disguising her excitement for a certain someone with other excuses, Xiang Di nodded, “Yeah, a buffet! Aren’t you looking forward to it?”
“Well, that’s true.” Liang Qianqian thought for a moment, “Rich families really are different. They can just invite people to buffets that cost several hundred yuan per person like it’s nothing. Bao’er, do you think the Bentley I saw at school that day belongs to Zhou Linxiao’s family?”
“Could be.” The timing fit—it just so happened to be the day Zhou Linxiao came to register at school.
Liang Qianqian said enviously, “Wow, I really want to know what it feels like to go to school in a Bentley.”
“You could just ask Zhou Linxiao directly,” Xiang Di said. “If you tell him you want to try out his Bentley, he’d probably agree.”
Just like recently, when she developed an inexplicable interest in Bo Jiangxin’s Rolls-Royce, and he agreed to see if his parents could bring it over for her to experience during a parent-teacher meeting.
But Liang Qianqian said, “Ah, that’s too straightforward. I’d be too embarrassed to say it.”
“That’s straightforward?”
“It’s just asking for a ride, not asking for sex.”
Liang Qianqian looked a bit shy and said, “I’m mainly afraid Zhou Linxiao will think I’m unsophisticated and that I’m just trying to show off in front of him.”
Xiang Di was momentarily stunned. Could it be that Qianqian…
Before suspicion could fully form, Liang Qianqian quickly added, “How about you come with me? If we ask together, I won’t feel so awkward.”
Xiang Di hesitated, “But I’m not really interested in Bentley cars.”
“Not interested in Bentley? Then what car do you like?”
Without hesitation, Xiang Di answered, “Rolls-Royce.”
Liang Qianqian twitched her mouth, “Is that just because Rolls-Royce is the only brand you know?”
“I know Ferrari and others, thank you very much,” Xiang Di said with a hint of defiance.
“It’s just that out of the thousands of options, I only choose one.”
Liang Qianqian rolled her eyes, “It’s just a car, not a person. Why are you acting like you have to be faithful?”
Xiang Di pouted and whispered, “I’m faithful to both cars and people, okay?”
She thought Bentley cars were great and admired Zhou Linxiao, who came from a family with Bentleys.
She wouldn’t deny that Zhou Linxiao was indeed handsome, charming, and outstanding, and that his… well, looked pretty big too.
But overall, her admiration for Zhou Linxiao was still very pure.
If there was any impurity, it was reserved for one car and one person—the Rolls-Royce, perfect for lying on and making love, and the person she most wanted to make love to.
Though her heart was a little naughty, it was only for one person!
How could that not count as faithfulness?
Liang Qianqian didn’t hear Xiang Di’s muttering and hooked her arm around hers, begging her to go talk to Zhou Linxiao together.
“Bao’er, you’re his deskmate and closer to him than I am. I’m too shy to ask him alone, so come with me, please.”
“No way! I need to remain a loyal Rolls-Royce fan,” Xiang Di insisted, defending her inner faithfulness.
“You can ask the class monitor to go with you—he’s closer to Zhou Linxiao anyway.”
Liang Qianqian instantly refused, “No way. If I asked Ye Minjia, he’d definitely laugh me to death and call me a country bumpkin.”
“A country bumpkin?”
Xiang Di looked her up and down—long straight hair, tall figure, and school uniform styled like a runway outfit, with the hottest trendy backpack and new shoes.
She couldn’t understand. “Ye Minjia calls you that?”
“Such a smart mouth, he’d die if he went a day without teasing me,” Liang Qianqian gritted her teeth.
“He’s so handsome—the one and only mixed-race god in the idol circle, with aristocratic vibes. And he calls me Nicolas Zhao Si. I’m done.”
Xiang Di:
Not wanting her friend to have regrets in their last years of high school, Xiang Di finally agreed.
Sorry, Rolls-Royce, you’re still my one true love.
“Thanks, Bao’er!” Liang Qianqian sounded excited, almost wanting to kiss Xiang Di’s fresh face.
“If we say next week that we want to ride Zhou Linxiao’s Bentley to the buffet, do you think he’d actually drive it to pick us up?”
Liang Qianqian was already lost in daydreams of sitting in the Bentley. “Should I dress extra fancy that day to match the Bentley?”
Xiang Di nodded, “Definitely.”
“But if I dress all fancy alone, I’d stick out so much. Bao’er, you should dress up too.”
Xiang Di: “I was planning to just wear the school uniform.”
If Liang Qianqian hadn’t brought it up, she really would have worn her school uniform—durable, comfortable, and by now, who had the energy to think about what to wear every day?
Liang Qianqian sighed helplessly. “You only get one day off a week. You don’t have to wear the school uniform. I’m definitely going to dress nicely and blind Ye Minjia’s dog eyes, so he stops calling me a country bumpkin.”
Xiang Di frowned, her expression suddenly complicated.
“Yeah, only one day off a week, no need for the school’s standard uniform—you can wear pretty private clothes.”
“And you’ll have to see people…”
Liang Qianqian: “Right?”
The bus had reached Xiang Di’s stop.
She quickly stood up, eyes brightening as she looked at Liang Qianqian and said firmly, “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll definitely dress nicely. Let’s go, bye!”
Xiang Di dashed off the bus, and Liang Qianqian suddenly remembered she couldn’t be the only one dressed up, so she opened the window and called out to the figure running off.
“You’ve got to dress nicely that day too! I can’t be the only one standing out!”
No answer came—Xiang Di had already vanished from sight.
Liang Qianqian sighed helplessly, thinking that this girl was just so pure, kind, and simple-hearted.
She had such a fresh and cute face but didn’t know how to use it to blind the boys.
Xiang Sheng was sitting on the sofa, scrolling on his phone, waiting for Xiang Di to come home from evening self-study.
He was looking down when suddenly he heard the front door open.
“Back…”
Before he could finish the word, something flashed past him. Xiang Di’s bedroom door opened and quickly closed again.
Xiang Sheng froze for several seconds, almost thinking a ghost had entered the house.
Could it really be a ghost?
There was no movement from Xiang Di’s room for a long time.
Hesitating for a moment, Xiang Sheng cautiously went to her door and knocked.
“Who’s in there?”
“I’m here.”
A familiar voice. Xiang Sheng relaxed—thankfully, it wasn’t a ghost.
“Did someone chase you to our door? You ran so fast, you left an afterimage.”
No reply from inside.
Xiang Sheng knocked again, more seriously, “Don’t tell me some pervert followed you home? Tell me quickly, if there’s a stalker, I’ll deal with him before he runs off. Don’t hide and be scared all alone.”
“No pervert, where would one come from? I’m just changing clothes, I’ll tell you later.” Xiang Di said.
“It’s so late, where are you going after changing clothes?” Xiang Sheng frowned.
“Do you think since Mom and Dad aren’t home, you can do whatever you want? I’m telling you, as long as I’m here, you better behave—”
Before he could finish, the door opened.
“How do I look?”
Xiang Di nervously looked at him, voice very unnatural.
Her awkwardness was understandable.
Xiang Sheng was her older brother, but still a guy.
Ever since middle school, when she became aware of the differences between boys and girls, and at the same time Xiang Sheng was in high school and beginning to understand boys and girls stuff, their relationship under the same roof had been more distant than strangers.
Later, when Xiang Sheng went to college and his monthly allowance doubled, sometimes Xiang Di would ask him for some pocket money.
Bit by bit, their sibling relationship healed.
But healing only meant they kept fighting, not that she would ask her brother to help with her outfit.
He hadn’t seen her wear anything other than the school uniform much less skirts.
Xiang Sheng took a long moment before finally managing, “Spring is here?”
Xiang Di: “… Just tell me if it looks good or not.”
Her long hair was down, fluffy with a natural wave since she usually tied it up.
She wore a light-colored knit sweater and a long skirt that reached past her knees—a gentle, delicate look. It did look good, but Xiang Sheng just couldn’t bring himself to compliment her.
After years of teasing, he’d never given his sister many compliments.
If he said she looked good now, he’d feel disgusted by himself.
After a long pause, he said, “… Aren’t you cold wearing a skirt this weather?”
Xiang Di: “I’m wearing leggings. How’s that?”
“So-so.”
Xiang Di’s face fell immediately.
Xiang Sheng was about to say something to make up for it when Xiang Di suddenly hummed,
“You have terrible taste.” She looked at him disdainfully.
“Forget it, I’ll ask Auntie.”
Then she turned and closed the door.
Xiang Sheng:
He only realized after a long moment and knocked again, sounding quite indignant, “Who has no taste? If I had no taste, could I be an internet celebrity? Could I have so many fans? You know how many likes I got yesterday at the Carnival?”
“And you told me your class’s boys are more handsome than me. Where are the photos? Bring them out. Don’t want that 2500 yuan anymore?”