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Meng Jie had been waiting for a while. As soon as she saw Chen Yansen, she grabbed his arm and started pulling him off campus.

”What’s the plan?” Chen Yansen asked.

”Drinking, chatting, a little flirting, and then kissing you,” Meng Jie replied, her answer short and forceful as she giggled.

”Sounds good.”

Chen Yansen replied with a laugh. ’Now this was an interesting girl. She calls you ’bro’ during the day, and at night, she’s calling for her ’bro’.’

’Girls like Su Meiling and Du Yaoyao... he’d gotten tired of them in his past life. They’d start crying after a few words. It was just so boring.’

”My treat!” Meng Jie said, lifting her chin with a grin.

”In that case, I’ll have to really take you to the cleaners.”

Chen Yansen put his hand on Meng Jie’s shoulder, joking around.

He was thirty centimeters taller than Meng Jie. Seen from behind, they looked like a father leading his daughter.

When they reached the school gate, Meng Jie pointed to a row of restaurants across the street and said magnanimously, ”Pick any one you like.”

”Let’s go for the Shuangqing Rooster Hot Pot. I heard Tang Zhenzhe say the one across the street is pretty good.”

Chen Yansen wasn’t picky about food, so he just said it casually.

Meng Jie hummed in agreement. The two crossed the road, walked on for a bit, and went up to the second floor before they saw a restaurant with a Rooster Hot Pot poster.

”Huh? Isn’t that your roommate?” Just as Meng Jie pulled open the glass door, she saw six people sitting at a round table near the entrance, one of whom was Tang Zhenzhe.

Before Chen Yansen had a chance to say hello, Tang Zhenzhe saw him and quickly stood up. ”Brother Sen! We just got here. Why don’t we add some more dishes and eat together?”

Chen Yansen glanced over. Besides Tang Zhenzhe and Su Meiling, he didn’t know the other four people at all.

Hearing Tang Zhenzhe’s invitation, Chen Yansen turned his gaze to Meng Jie.

”The more the merrier. And we can meet new friends,” Meng Jie agreed readily, showing no signs of being fazed.

”Alright. Tell the owner to add more dishes and pay the bill first. I’ll reimburse you later,” Chen Yansen leaned in and whispered in Meng Jie’s ear.

Meng Jie nodded, turned towards the cashier, and Chen Yansen took the opportunity to sit down.

”Brother Sen, is that Meng Jie? So you’re into tomboys, huh?” Tang Zhenzhe said, pulling Chen Yansen closer with a familiar air and teasing him with a wicked grin.

Although Meng Jie had been growing her hair out for a few months, it was still much shorter than most girls’, just barely reaching her shoulders.

”Cut the crap! She’s got a bad temper. Be careful or she’ll crack a beer bottle over your head,” Chen Yansen warned, half-joking, as he noticed the beer on the table.

”Hey, pretend I never said it.” Tang Zhenzhe believed him and quickly shut his mouth.

Su Meiling, who was sitting nearby, introduced the others to Chen Yansen. They were all from the School of Communication and Culture’s student union. Chen Yansen just nodded in acknowledgment, not even bothering to remember their names.

’University student unions are pretty damn useless, especially at a second-rate university.’

When Meng Jie returned after ordering more food, the group raised their glasses and started drinking.

Su Meiling’s glass was filled with juice. Seeing Meng Jie chugging beer with the guys without a hint of feminine modesty, she couldn’t help but complain inwardly: ’Does Chen Yansen like the ’savage girlfriend’ type? But I don’t even drink.’

Thinking of the white silk stockings hidden in her dorm room, Su Meiling felt a wave of discouragement.

She looked at Tang Zhenzhe, then at Chen Yansen. For a moment, she had considered giving Tang Zhenzhe a chance, but that thought was instantly dismissed.

Although Tang Zhenzhe was also a good guy, attentive and always doting on her, he just couldn’t compare to Chen Yansen.

”For this month’s New Year’s Eve party, every class has to put on a performance. But there aren’t many singers in our class. Only Xu Xingxing signed up with the song ’Bad Girl,’ and the teacher rejected it, saying it didn’t fit the spirit of the School of Communication and Culture,” Tang Zhenzhe lamented, holding his glass.

”So do you have a performance now?” Chen Yansen asked.

”I got an upperclassman from the Music Academy to help. We’re going to stage a poetry reading. I’ll just pull 30 people up there. Forget the quality, we’ll win ’Best Performance’ on sheer presence alone.”