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Is 063 suitable or not?
The barbecue party ended a little after 2 p.m. in a lingering, enjoyable atmosphere.
A group of nearly twenty people walked back to school together.
As soon as he entered the school gate, Yang Fan suddenly stopped, turned around, and wore a smug smile on his face.
"Um, I think everyone doesn't have many classes this afternoon, right? Shall we have some free time? Those who want to chat can take a walk and talk, it'll be a good way to digest our food."
Chen Nuo was the first to respond: "Sure, I was just stuffed from eating. Let's go."
Watching Yang Fan and Chen Nuo leave, the remaining boys suddenly understood.
This is a signal!
The next step is for everyone to rely on their own abilities and hunt freely. Whether they can capture the attention of the girl they had a good chat with at the dinner table, and whether they can elevate that temporary relationship of having a meal together to that of a romantic interest or even a girlfriend, is what they need to work on next.
Soon, two more boys mustered up their courage and invited the girls who had been sitting opposite them to go for a walk on campus or get bubble tea. Although the two girls seemed a bit reserved, they didn't refuse.
The crowd began to disperse.
However, at the very back of the line, the three single aristocrats of dormitory 404, namely Fang Gang, Wei Jing, and Luo Yueshi, stood in a neat row, like three great sages who had secluded themselves from the world.
They didn't talk to any girls, and no girls were waiting for them.
A few fallen leaves were swept up by the wind and blew past the three of them, making the scene seem particularly desolate.
"cough."
Wei Jing pushed up his glasses, trying to break the awkward silence. He turned to Fang Gang, his tone laced with sarcasm: "Hey, Lao Fang. When we were eating barbecue earlier, I saw you chatting quite animatedly with that girl in the red dress across from us, even putting meat on her plate several times. What's wrong? Got a chicken out now? Not going to ask her out?"
Fang Gang, hands in his pockets, watched the figures of his roommates leaving in the distance and curled his lip: "Tch, who's the coward? After careful consideration, I've decided that I'm actually not that interested in her."
Wei Jing scoffed and said, "So, is it that you're not interested in her, or that she's not interested in you?"
Fang Gang retorted, "You still have the nerve to talk back to me? At least I took some action, I at least tried. What about you? You spent the whole morning in the dorm, used half a bottle of hairspray, changed clothes three times, I thought you were going to cause trouble! And what did you do? At the dinner table just now, besides burying your head in your food and pouring someone some water, how many words did you even exchange with the girl? You could count them on one hand, right? Isn't that ridiculous?"
"I..." Wei Jing blushed, wanting to refute, but found himself speechless.
He's a typical theoretical expert. He can talk a good game in the dorm, but when he actually sees a pretty girl, his inferiority complex and nervousness instantly take over, and he can't even speak properly.
"I was just being cautious, not making a move lightly! Besides, if I'm serving someone food and water before we're even dating, what will happen if we actually start dating? Will I have to kneel down and beg for forgiveness tomorrow?" Wei Jing tried to save face.
At this moment, Luo Yueshi, who had been silent until now, weakly raised his hand and pointed ahead:
"Hey, you guys stop arguing for a second. Look, over there with Brother Zhe..."
Fang Gang and Wei Jing looked in the direction he was pointing.
To Wang Zhe's left was the gentle and beautiful Song Zhiyi. To his right was the petite and adorable Su Xiaocheng.
The three of them stood side by side, yet the scene was surprisingly harmonious.
"..."
Fang Gang opened his mouth, but only managed to utter one word: "Damn."
Wei Jing was so angry he stomped his feet: "What has this kid done to deserve this! Doesn't he know it's illegal to have women on both sides?"
Luo Yueshi muttered under his breath, "The law doesn't seem to cover this..."
Wei Jing: "I know, it's just a figure of speech!"
At that moment, Wang Zhe was unaware that his roommates were glaring at him with disdain.
He was having a very pleasant conversation with Su Xiaocheng.
"Actually, I prefer Arthur C. Clarke to Liu Cixin. And Clarke isn't just known for his novels; he also writes some very interesting short stories, especially those that touch on religion."
Su Xiaocheng: "Of Clark's books, I've only read the long ones, the Space Odyssey series. To be honest, they felt a bit too long."
Wang Zhe: "It's normal for writers in the past to have a slower pace. If you read traditional novels from the 18th century, the pace is even slower. But I really like the pace of Clarke's short stories. I highly recommend 'The Star,' you can find the original text online."
Su Xiaocheng: "Okay, I'll take a look later..."
Song Zhiyi walked beside him, not interrupting, but listening quietly. Occasionally she would turn her head to look at Wang Zhe, then at Su Xiaocheng, a faint smile on her lips, like a satisfied screenwriter watching the plot unfold according to the script.
Then, at that moment, Yang Fan said they were free to act and led Chen Nuo to the left.
Immediately afterwards, two other couples also broke away from the main group.
Wang Zhe and Su Xiaocheng both noticed this, and then they both realized that if they continued chatting, it would seem a bit ambiguous.
So they stopped for the time being.
Wang Zhe asked, "What are you going to do next? Go back to the dorm?"
Su Xiaocheng paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."
She glanced at Wang Zhe, then at Song Zhiyi who hadn't said much, and tactfully waved her hand: "Well... thank you for today. I had a great time, but I have to go back with my roommate now!"
"Bye-Bye."
"Bye-Bye."
Su Xiaocheng turned around and walked quickly towards her roommate. Because of her petite stature, her steps were not long, but she was quick, and she looked like a little deer, which was especially cute.
Watching Su Xiaocheng's departing figure, Song Zhiyi gave Wang Zhe a half-smile: "What? Aren't you going to see her off a little? It's rare for her to meet a kindred spirit like you."
"That's enough," Wang Zhe shrugged. "I have things to do too. If I deliver any more, I should ask her for payment."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the road.
Su Xiaocheng ran back to her roommate. Her roommate, who was also a gossip, took Su Xiaocheng's arm and glanced back at Wang Zhe's back.
"Hey, Little Orange," my roommate asked with a wink, "that guy from earlier... the one who grilled meat for you, he seemed pretty good! Handsome, can grill meat, and even talked to you about aliens. Aren't you interested?"
Su Xiaocheng thought for a moment, then shook her head, a clarity beyond her years appearing on her baby face: "Being friends is fine. Chatting and joking around is fun. But dating? Forget about it."
"Why?"
Su Xiaocheng shrugged: "It's simple, I just don't have that feeling. Besides, I don't think he's right for me, and I'm not right for him. But the girl next to him, Song Zhiyi, I think she's a better match for him."
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.