As She Wished

4

The next day.

Fu Jing got up early, and after class, he went to the Humanities College to find Qin Zijin. Sitting in the last row with Qin Zijin, listening to the professor talking about the underlying system of ancient Chinese literary theory.

Finally got to the end of get out of class.

Qin Zijin packed up the handout and put it in the book, "What's the matter? I think you are suffocated."

Fu Jing nodded distressedly, and said in one breath what he had encountered in the bar last night.

After finishing speaking, he complained: "If you were next to me, I would not be able to say so confusing words!"

"So, you didn't ask for the contact information, so you immediately got up and scolded someone for being blind?!" Qin Zijin laughed loudly, pounding the table and wiping tears, "Don't be honest for three days, I will look at you!"

"I came to you not to listen to the wind," Fu Jing gritted his teeth and shook her shoulders. "Qin Zijin, give me an idea! Hurry up!"

"What's the idea? You said she laughed and left without saying anything. People didn't take this to heart."

Fu Jing emphasized: "She answered the phone and left in a hurry."

"When you see her next time, it will be sweeter," Qin Zijin said indifferently. "In this case, it is a good thing. She at least has an impression of you. Impression is the first step in love. !"

There was a few seconds of silence.

Fu Jing nodded solemnly, "It makes sense."

"Ok."

"She must like me a bit too," Fu Jing raised her hand to cup her face, her round apricot eyes were full of smiles, and she became shy. "Otherwise, she just talked. Why did she suddenly come so close to me?"

Qin Zijin's face was speechless: "I don't want to hit you. But have you ever thought that it's because the music in the bar is too noisy and you can't hear clearly, so everyone likes to talk close."

Fu Jing: "..."

Fu Jingmeng lowered his head, buried his entire face in the book and ignored her.

Qin Zijin looked at her in silence for a few seconds: "You won't be chanting silently in your heart, if you don't listen or not, will you be reciting the scriptures?"

"..."

Fu Jing suddenly raised his face, grieving and complaining: "Why can you be born with mind-reading... and I can't learn it even if I die..."

Qin Zijin couldn't help but sighed, "You can praise me. It's too easy to guess what you think, how can it be called mind reading. You learn expression management, Miss."

Fu Jing thought for a while, but still laughed: "I think she definitely likes me, because when I used to strike up a conversation, she kept looking at me."

"Again, I don't want to hit you," Qin Zijin rolled his eyes, "but you have walked in front of her. She doesn't look at you. Is it possible to look up at the sky, look down at the ground, turn your head and look at the air? ?"

Fu Jing: "..."

Qin Zijin apologized: "Sorry, don't stare at me!"

"Anyway, I can do it," Fu Jing took out the small card holder from his bag and lowered his eyes to take out the card. "I saw people on the Internet saying that if you can spend seven figures to chase people, you will be successful."

Qin Zijin commented sincerely: "You are like a stupid son of a landlord's house."

"Not really," Fu Jing said proudly. "At most one-third of this is given by my parents, and the rest are investment and financial scholarships that I earn on my own."