That look—clearly there was something going on, but she just wouldn’t say it.
That was too much, right?
Su Yao pouted, lightly pushing Luo Yu as they walked, drawing a bit closer to each other.
At that moment, Luo Yu slipped her arm through hers, her face wearing a mysterious expression.
There was no one else around, and she deliberately lowered her voice, speaking very softly.
“What do you think of Ji Yun?”
“Ah?”
Hearing Ji Yun’s name, Su Yao was a little confused.
They had just left, yet here Luo Yu was, talking behind someone’s back—wasn’t that a bit inappropriate?
Luo Yu seemed to guess what she was thinking and added, “It’s nothing serious. We’re not speaking ill of her, so what’s wrong with talking about it?”
“Uh, okay…”
Su Yao thought about it for a moment and figured she was right.
Then she began recalling her memories of Ji Yun: first, their interaction today; then, on New Year’s Day, Ji Yun’s support on stage.
After some serious thought, she cautiously gave her answer.
“She’s pretty nice, I guess.”
“What?” Luo Yu rolled her eyes at Su Yao. “I mean, have you noticed any behavioral traits of hers?”
“No, not really.”
Even after saying that, Su Yao still didn’t quite understand what Luo Yu was trying to get at.
Seeing her confusion, Luo Yu sighed and then said it plainly.
“Haven’t you noticed how enthusiastic she is towards you?”
“Kind of, yeah.”
“What do you mean ‘kind of’? It’s definitely like that.”
That “kind of” made Luo Yu’s head ache a little. She figured she’d have to give Su Yao a proper lesson.
A timely breeze swept past, and the atmosphere between them shifted.
They leaned in closer and began whispering.
“Listen, Ji Yun is extremely curious. I don’t know much about the other girls in class, but I know her well—very well. Her curiosity isn’t directed at just anyone. She doesn’t bother much with ordinary people, but if someone seems to be hiding a secret, she focuses intensely on them.”
“So you’re saying I shouldn’t agree to her?”
After hearing this, Su Yao thought it over carefully before turning to look at Luo Yu walking beside her.
She assumed that was what Luo Yu meant, but Luo Yu shook her head.
“What do you mean then?”
“She’s quite persistent—bordering on obsessive.”
Luo Yu didn’t answer directly but mentioned something else instead.
With intense curiosity mixed with near-obsessive persistence—Su Yao could imagine what that might lead to.
At that moment, she understood what Luo Yu was trying to say.
Nodding quietly to herself, she fell silent.
Suddenly, she looked over at Luo Yu.
Luo Yu was staring at some still-green weeds by the roadside.
Noticing Su Yao’s gaze, she turned back with a slightly puzzled look, thinking maybe she hadn’t made herself clear.
Just as she was about to give more clues, Su Yao smiled at her and said,
“Would you say we’re Best Friends?”
Luo Yu didn’t expect that and teased with a smile,
“You’re not just calling me your Best Friend now, are you?”
“Best Friends… means being able to share things you wouldn’t tell anyone else, right?”
Su Yao turned her head, looking off into the distance.
Her slightly lowered head made it clear that she was about to say something serious.
Luo Yu dropped her playful expression and waited earnestly.
After a few moments of silence, Su Yao finally decided to speak.
“You know about me and Mu Nanqiu, right?”
Luo Yu didn’t respond but nodded.
She had never pried into Su Yao’s affairs but, after finding out, hadn’t mentioned Mu Nanqiu even once in front of her.
“I went to Mu Nanqiu’s place yesterday, even had a meal there… it took nearly three hours to get there and back.”
As she spoke, Su Yao found it hard to continue.
She wasn’t used to sharing what was in her heart. In the past, she would bury these feelings inside and let them ferment into a unique kind of “wine.”
If she ever couldn’t suppress the emotions late at night, she’d drink that “wine” alone, get herself drunk, and then forget everything by the next day—always like that.
Hearing this, Luo Yu’s expression was somewhat strange—after all, she was there and had seen everything with her own eyes.
“If you want to say it, just say it. If you don’t want to, you can say it another way. I won’t tell anyone else.”
“…”
Su Yao thought for a moment before asking Luo Yu a question.
“I’m an only child. Besides me, there’s just the Old House I live in—nothing else. Do you think there’s a chance between me and her?”
“There is, absolutely!”
Luo Yu’s answer was firm and decisive, even raising her voice.
The sudden loudness startled Su Yao, making her tremble slightly.
Her little heart fluttered wildly, and she glared at the boisterous Luo Yu with a look full of grievance.
Luo Yu grinned and explained her point of view.
“You’re a girl, so of course there’s a chance. If you were a guy, there might be a chance too, but not as high.”
“Why?”
For ordinary people, this question might not mean much, but Su Yao was different.
She wasn’t an ordinary girl, so this question touched a nerve.
Luo Yu gave a further explanation.
“Why else? Because Mu Nanqiu is also a girl. She’s a girl, you’re a girl—if she wants it and is determined, and if her family isn’t too traditional, then there won’t be much opposition.”
Luo Yu’s answer was based on what she knew of the Mu family’s makeup and atmosphere in Beizhi.
It was a well-founded guess.
“Really?”
Su Yao thought Luo Yu’s long explanation made a lot of sense.
She liked the answer and accepted it quickly.
Just then, Luo Yu suddenly said,
“So, Su Yao, you need to show off your charm a bit. You have to hold Miss Mu tight in your hands!”
“Um…”
Luo Yu’s sudden jump scared her for a moment, but then her bent-over posture as she picked up a fallen racket bag made Su Yao find it somewhat amusing.
She laughed and Luo Yu dusted off the bag.
“It snowed yesterday, but not today. The weather sure is moody.”
“Yeah.”
“I really hope summer comes soon. Then you, Yao Yao, can bloom freely.”
“What are you saying!”
With a teasing expression, Luo Yu’s words made Su Yao blush, and she retorted in mock anger.