Song Qiuyu quickly put away her phone, slipping her hands into her pockets as she casually invited everyone inside the hotpot restaurant.
After placing the order, everyone naturally began chatting.
Song Qiuyu had originally planned to take the opportunity to observe Jiang Xiao’s condition, but the situation gradually slipped out of her control.
“I’ve been meaning to ask—Jiang Xiao, do you often play escape rooms? Your puzzle-solving speed is insanely fast!”
Cool Sister recalled the situation and said.
“No, this was actually my first time trying an escape room,” Jiang Xiao answered seriously.
Then, as if recalling something, he smiled faintly and added, “But it’s not my first time solving puzzles. I’ve come across plenty before and played quite a few puzzle-solving games.”
“Oh wow, so Jiang God, you love puzzle games!” Xie Zhuran’s eyes lit up.
“This is a business opportunity! Horror puzzle game live streams have always been popular.”
“Is that so? I don’t really know much about it,” Jiang Xiao pondered.
“That’s great! How about you do a pure game live stream, or one with co-op puzzle solving?” The Sweet Girl tilted her head, eyes sparkling.
“This might have to be discussed with our Dorm Leader first.” Jiang Xiao turned his face, smiling gently as he met those eyes that had been staring at him the entire time.
Song Qiuyu felt a sharp pang in her chest.
Haha, this kid seems to have become a little too talkative, and that smile—why is it so dazzling!
But in middle school, Jiang Xiao was exactly like this.
Thinking of that, she vaguely understood why back then so many young male virgins didn’t pursue her, yet she ended up toying with Jiang Xiao.
That guy, if he hadn’t met Shen Xi, would have been a human-shaped succubus—whether in looks, figure, or how he handled social situations, he was a heartbreaker for both girls and boys.
That said, back in middle school, among those who played with Jiang Xiao, were there more boys or girls?
Hmm, it seemed to be more boys.
Since Shen Xi appeared, Jiang Xiao always consciously kept his distance from other girls.
From a girl’s perspective, it was like she was guarding her husband’s virtue?
Just then, the waiter started bringing the dishes.
“Live streaming is still too early for us. We need to eat bite by bite. Let’s focus on shooting short videos for now!”
Saying this, Song Qiuyu picked up the slightly heavy Dabaicha beside her and smiled as she poured a cup for Jiang Xiao, then refilled her own.
She didn’t feel anything unusual—it was all just routine.
Xie Zhuran and Lin An didn’t think it was strange either since they were used to this kind of thing.
It was just pouring tea, after all. Plus, Jiang Xiao had helped Song Qiuyu shower earlier—these two were practically the model of filial devotion!
Jiang Xiao simply said thanks and naturally lifted the tea poured by Song Qiuyu, taking a sip.
Sang Tian and her three roommates also weren’t surprised.
Only Xue Qi looked like she had found treasure, covering her mouth in shock.
True emotional moments in everyday interactions are definitely more enjoyable than artificial sweetness!
“But speaking of live streaming, I really think we can give it a shot. CS live streams can be started too!”
Xie Zhuran poured himself a beer, sipping slowly.
“Let’s talk about it during summer break,” Song Qiuyu said without mercy.
Lin An, having anticipated this, adjusted his glasses and glanced at the silent Jiang Xiao, then took out his phone and sent him a message.
Jiang Xiao looked at the message and was silent for a moment.
“But it’s not even winter break yet,” Xie Zhuran protested pitifully.
Song Qiuyu ignored him.
She turned her head, sipping tea as she continued to observe Jiang Xiao and also kept an eye on Sang Tian and the others.
So far, no notable changes—more effort was needed.
“Song Qiuyu is right. Let’s focus on short videos for now.”
Jiang Xiao spoke up.
Song Qiuyu nodded. See, Jiang Xiao thought the same.
Then Jiang Xiao shifted gears, “But CS live streaming could definitely be considered once we have more fans. Then we can try it out.”
“Hm, that sounds good too.”
Song Qiuyu nodded again.
If the fan base was big enough, starting a bit earlier wouldn’t be a problem. It would just be a little fan service.
Seeing this, seven of them couldn’t help but display expressions that screamed “blatant favoritism” as they stared tightly at Song Qiuyu sipping her tea.
After finishing a beer, Xue Qi covered her mouth, deeply moved, and said:
“Your dorm is too interesting—a typical spoiled first son, a neglected second son, and a middle-of-the-road third son, all circling around a kind father!”
“?”
Song Qiuyu froze. Maybe it was a personal bias, but she could no longer process those words with a normal mind.
Those words, upon reaching her ears, automatically translated into a whole bunch of inappropriate content.
Ha, humans.
Without giving anyone time to react, she quickly stood up from her seat, grabbed the beer beside her, and filled an empty glass next to her.
“All right, all the dishes are here. Let’s start with a toast!”
At those words, the topic sparked by Xue Qi was smoothly brushed aside. Everyone poured their drinks and stood up.
Glasses clinked.
After a few rounds, several young faces were already tipsy.
Song Qiuyu didn’t drink much—people may step into the same river twice, but never a third time.
However, watching Jiang Xiao and the others get more and more engrossed in conversation while she felt left out stirred a pang of melancholy and grievance within her.
Unconsciously, she drank several more glasses of beer.
When she came to, she was already leaning on the table, her head buzzing, eyes heavy and almost overflowing as they slowly closed.
Jiang Xiao and the others’ laughter continued on.
Song Qiuyu pressed her lips shut, not wanting to hear another word.
At that moment, Jiang Xiao’s laughter stopped, and his voice whispered beside her ear, “Song Qiuyu, what’s wrong? Are you drunk?”
“Lao Song drunk again?!” Xie Zhuran exclaimed in shock.
Before he could say more, the person slumped on the table lifted her flushed face, and with a drunken grin, spread her arms wide and suddenly hugged the person next to her.
“Hehe, a hug!”
Upon hearing this, Xie Zhuran and Lin An were stunned before sighing deeply.
“Lao Jiang, it’s up to you now!”
The two of them silently gave Jiang Xiao a thumbs-up.
Although men usually dislike such close embraces and avoid them if possible, they’d rather have Jiang Xiao take the sacrifice than let Song Qiuyu hug someone else randomly.
They believed that the great Jiang God would still take good care of Song Qiuyu.
“All right, you guys keep eating. I’ll take Song Qiuyu back to the dorm first.”
Jiang Xiao sighed, gently patting Song Qiuyu’s back as she clung to him like a sticky cat.
“Yeah, you guys go ahead. It’s already nine o’clock; we’ll be back soon.”
Lin An nodded and said.
“Then we’ll head out first. Don’t drink too much; it’s easy to get into trouble.”
After saying this, Jiang Xiao patted Song Qiuyu’s back a few more times, coaxing her to let go and climb onto his back like the last two times.
Thankfully, the drunken girl was obedient and compliant.
After a few coaxing words, she climbed up on his back willingly, and he easily carried her.
Everyone watched as they left.
While the girls admired how skilled Jiang Xiao was at carrying and coaxing her, Xie Zhuran suddenly blurted out something surprising:
“So touching. When will I find a godson like this?”
“Uh…”
The atmosphere instantly went quiet.
“Forget him, let’s keep eating. By the way, where were we?”
Lin An smiled and asked.
Along the way, Song Qiuyu wasn’t quiet—her mouth chattered like a machine gun, endlessly talking.
Jiang Xiao listened patiently the whole time, his smile growing deeper and deeper.
Soon, the dormitory door was right before them.
“Song Qiuyu, you seem heavier,” Jiang Xiao teased, rolling his eyes.
“Hm?”
Song Qiuyu blinked drunkenly and shot back, “Who are you calling a puppy! You’re the puppy!”
“Forget it, communication failed.”
Jiang Xiao couldn’t help but laugh.
With a creak, he opened the dorm door and, recalling the last time she vomited all over him, glanced cautiously at her.
But the drunk girl showed no signs of vomiting this time.
As soon as they entered, she started tapping his shoulder rapidly.
“We’re home, we’re home! Put me down!”
“All right, all right.”
Jiang Xiao carefully set her down.
Immediately, Song Qiuyu seemed to sober up a little, staggering toward the stairs, kicking off her shoes, grabbing the railing, and trying to climb to bed.
“Going straight to sleep?” Jiang Xiao tilted his head slightly.
Song Qiuyu said nothing, unsteadily climbing the stairs.
Halfway up, Jiang Xiao couldn’t stand it and stepped forward to steady her waist.
In the next moment, he clearly felt her slender waist trembling slightly beneath his palm.
Jiang Xiao was silent for a moment.
“Ugh…”
Song Qiuyu’s head felt heavy and fuzzy; her scattered thoughts couldn’t gather.
Her body instinctively gripped the railing, eager to reach the bed faster.
Jiang Xiao silently went along with her movements, steadying her waist.
Until she crawled inside her bed curtain.
“Can she really cover herself properly in this state?”
Jiang Xiao glanced at the bed next to hers, still uneasy.
He took off his shoes and climbed up after her, then pulled back her bed curtain.
Inside, the little drunk girl had only covered her stomach with the blanket.
Her feet, still wearing white socks, stuck out from under the cover right in front of him.
Jiang Xiao sighed helplessly and simply crawled inside her bed curtain, kneeling beside her to straighten the blanket.
“Mm…”
Feeling Jiang Xiao’s movements, Song Qiuyu unconsciously curled up into a ball, her legs pressing the blanket tightly.
She strongly wanted to get closer to him, but beyond the desire, her body was inexplicably afraid—as if the moment the blanket was lifted, he would pin her down and roughhouse her…
She wanted to bury her whole head under the blanket, wishing she could shrink into a shell like a Black Tortoise.
Her thoughts were in chaos, and her drunken body couldn’t keep up with her mind.
The large hand straightening the blanket pulled out slowly, and the movement stopped.
It seemed Jiang Xiao was about to leave.
She pressed her lips tightly, exhaling in relief.
But then, a faint kiss grazed her lips, light as a dragonfly’s touch, making Song Qiuyu’s heart race wildly.
She was completely stunned.