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Chapter 3(2/2)

He said again: "It's here."

Meng Yun’s dormitory is in 901, and no one else is there.

Chen Yue put two stacks of books in his hand on the table. Seeing that one was crooked, he couldn't help but straighten it.

Meng Yun said: "Do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

She joked casually, and Chen Yue answered honestly, saying, "There's a little bit."

Meng Yun burst into laughter. Chen Yue didn't think there was anything funny, and he was always not good at dealing with the meaning of laughter. He didn't intend to stay for a long time and said, "I'm leaving."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Yun quickly picked up a pack of tissue from his desk and tore it open it, pulled out a piece of paper for him, and said, "You can wipe your sweat."

Chen Yue paused for a moment. When he took the tissue, he thought of what Yang Qian said: "You can take a look at her seriously next time."

As if he had accepted the instructions to perform the task, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Meng Yun seriously. She happened to be staring at him. When the eyes collided, he lowered his eyes and said, "Thank you." He left immediately.

After entering the elevator, he pinched the tissue, which had a thick and soft touch and a faint fragrance. Chen Yue had never used this tissue before. At this moment, he pinched it in his hand and felt like something used by a girl.

After leaving the girls' dormitory building, halfway through, a girl behind her called him: "Chen Yue!"

Chen Yue turned around and it was Meng Yun, who took two cones of ice cream and handed him one: "Thank you."

Chen Yue said: "No need-"

Meng Yun didn't give him a chance and said, "I bought two. If you don't eat them, I'll throw them away."

Chen Yue felt that this girl was a bit overbearing, but he also felt that she would really throw it away, and she would throw it away in front of him.

So, he took it.

Meng Yun turned around and left.

The cone says "cute" and has a vanilla flavor.

That was the first time Chen Yue ate Cute.

The sweet taste of ice cream remained on his lips long after he finished eating it.

Chen Yue returned to the dormitory, took a shower, and continued to use his computer.

After a while, He Jiashu came back and threw him a large box of yogurt. He took it apart and ate it halfway through, Yang Qian also replied, asking, "Have the book been sent?"

Chen Yue: "Yes."

Yang Qian: "Who is with you?"

Chen Yue: "One person."

Yang Qian: "Tsk, I knew you wouldn't ask for help."

Chen Yue didn't say anything.

Yang Qian: "Who answered the book? Meng Yun?"

Chen Yue: "Yes."

On the side, He Jiashu smiled and asked, "How is it? Do you see clearly this time?"

Chen Yue said: "I see clearly."

He Jiashu asked: "Is it good-looking?"

Chen Yue didn't answer.

It happened that Li Siqi came back. As soon as he entered the door, he saw two large bags of fruit snacks from imported supermarkets on Yang Qian's table, and exclaimed: "Ho Jiashu's parents have bought something again?"

Yang Qian took out the fruit snacks and distributed them to everyone, saying, "Meng Yun's mother gave me the class monitor, so she asked me to supervise Meng Yun more, saying that if she violated the college student code, call her."

Li Siqi picked up a kiwi and laughed wildly: "Is there such a college student's code?"

Chen Yue said: "There is. The new student registration manual, page 23, printed on the reverse."

Li Siqi smiled: "Her mother is so funny."

Yang Qian said: "No wonder. Her mother is an official, but she is still an educational person. Looking at the questionnaire, her father is an entrepreneur."

Li Siqi said: "That's the same as He Jiashu. Sure enough, there are rich people everywhere in Hangzhou in Shanghai."

Yang Qian smiled: "That's not as good as He Jiashu's family, He Jiashu's only one in our school." As he said that, he rubbed He Jiashu's head.

He Jiashu: "Get out."

Chen Yue didn't say anything, so he opened the Xinsheng Newspaper manual, page 23.
Chapter completed!
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