chsdbacks Chapter 244 You're welcome
Chapter 244 You're welcome
Lin Yue couldn't help but laugh when she saw him frozen in place.
"Okay, okay, I'm not kidding anymore. If you don't have any good points, we'll create some. Didn't I say before? No woman would refuse a boyfriend who can cook."
Song Huan sighed, "But I can't cook either."
"That's so simple."
Lin Yue snapped her fingers, her eyes lighting up. "How about this, you'll be in charge of buying groceries tomorrow, and I'll teach you how to cook."
Song Huan looked surprised.
"what?"
Lin Yue lectured earnestly, like a teacher instructing a primary school student, "What? Do you still want to pursue Su Wanqing? If you want to win her over, you need to improve yourself, understand?"
Song Huan nodded. "Oh."
The rain stopped.
It didn't stop gradually; it stopped suddenly, like someone turned on the tap.
The sound of rain outside the window suddenly stopped, and the world became quiet.
Song Huan stood up; it was time for her to leave.
Lin Yue also stood up and pushed the chair back.
"Remember, tomorrow... um, I'll be back quite late. So, wait for me at that spot around 8 PM, okay? I'll teach you how to cook, though to be precise, it'll be a late-night snack."
Song Huan nodded, walked to the door, and changed her shoes.
He put his hand on the doorknob, paused for a moment, but didn't open the door.
"Um... could I add you on QQ?"
Lin Yue leaned against the wall, crossed her arms, and looked at him.
After looking at it for two seconds, I took my phone out of my pocket and opened my QQ account.
"Add it."
Song Huan quickly took out her phone and entered the other party's QQ number.
Add a friend.
The other person's nickname popped up.
"A heartbroken girl".
He was stunned for a moment. A heartbroken girl? Lin Yue?
He looked up at her.
She was looking down as she accepted his friend request, her expression indifferent, as if she hadn't noticed his gaze.
"Okay." She put her phone away and waved to him.
"Let's go, let's go, stop dawdling. Don't let my neighbors find out. It's so late at night, and it's hard to explain a man and a woman alone together like that."
"Okay, I'll be right there."
Song Huan opened the door and went out.
The door closed behind me.
He stood in the hallway, looking at the nickname on his phone screen: "Heartbroken Girl".
Why is she called the Heartbroken Girl?
He was puzzled.
Back in the dormitory, I pushed open the door.
Li Yang leaned down from the upper bunk, Wang Gang sat in a chair eating sunflower seeds, and Zhang Li leaned against the headboard reading a book.
The three people looked up at him at the same time.
"Where have you been all day?" Li Yang asked.
Song Huan took off her shoes and put on her own slippers. "I'm going to thank that kind person from yesterday."
Wang Gang nodded. "Oh, the woman who took you away from the food street?"
Song Huan didn't say anything, walked to her bed, and sat down.
Zhang Li looked up from his book. "You should thank them for helping you."
Li Yang leaned back onto the edge of the bed. "Did you treat them to dinner?"
"Um."
"How much did it cost?"
"I spent fifty yuan on mung bean cakes, and then she made me a bowl of noodles."
The dormitory was silent for a second.
The three of them exchanged a glance and didn't ask any more questions.
That evening, Song Huan went to take a shower.
The faucet was turned on, and hot water sprayed out from the showerhead, creating a misty atmosphere.
He had just wet his hair when his phone vibrated.
He quickly turned off the water, wiped his hands, and picked up his phone.
It was a QQ message from Lin Yue.
"Heartbroken girl: Song Huan, do you know what your biggest problem is?"
He replied quickly.
Song Xiaoshuai: What is it?
The message was sent, and I waited a few seconds.
"Heartbroken girl: It's because of low self-esteem. You're too insecure. I don't know if Su Wanqing's words were too much of a blow to you, but I think you shouldn't be like this. You need to cheer up."
Song Huan stared at the line of text for several seconds.
Water droplets dripped from her hair and landed on the phone screen, blurring the words.
He wiped his hand with the back of his hand and started typing.
Song Xiaoshuai: What should I do then?
"Heartbroken girl: The best way to overcome low self-esteem is to first address your appearance anxiety. Here's what you do: post a picture of your profile on your QQ space."
Song Huan's eyes widened instantly.
People who dare to post their photos on QQ Space are all handsome men and beautiful women.
How could I possibly post pictures of myself looking like this?
Song Xiaoshuai: This isn't a good idea...
"Heartbroken girl: What's wrong with that? You're not ugly."
Song Xiaoshuai: But…
"The heartbroken girl: But what 'but'? Do you still want to pursue Su Wanqing?"
Song Xiaoshuai: Yes.
"Heartbroken girl: Just send it, stop dawdling."
Song Huan bit her lip and stared at the line of text.
My finger hovered over the screen for a long time without moving.
The other party sent another message.
"A heartbroken girl: Do you believe me or not?"
Song Huan was stunned for a moment.
He thought of the beautiful girl who had come to his rescue like a goddess during his most embarrassing, helpless, and desperate moment yesterday.
"Song Xiaoshuai: Trust."
He exited the chat interface, opened his phone's camera, and took a picture of his profile.
In the photo, his hair is still a little wet, his face is a little red, his eyes are looking to the side, and his lips are pursed.
It's not particularly good-looking, but it's not bad either.
He opened QQ Space, created a new post, uploaded the photo, and then typed a line of text as Lin Yue requested.
"Actually, I'm quite handsome too..."
My finger hovered over the "Publish" button for two seconds.
He gritted his teeth and pressed down.
The update has been posted.
He immediately turned off his phone, turned the shower on full blast, and poured cold water over his head and face.
The cold water washed away the restlessness in my heart.
He got dressed and came out of the bathroom, his hair still wet.
As soon as I opened the dormitory door, I was met with strange looks from my roommates.
Li Yang lay on the top bunk, holding up his phone with the screen lit up, displaying his QQ profile.
Wang Gang sat in a chair, holding his phone, a grin spreading across his face, trying to suppress a laugh.
Zhang Li leaned against the headboard, no longer reading, but looking at his phone.
"Actually, I'm pretty handsome too!" Li Yang drawled out, his tone cheeky.
Wang Gang finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
"Song Huan, what triggered you today?"
Zhang Li didn't speak, but his smile was impossible to suppress.
Song Huan's face turned bright red, and she wished she could dig a hole and bury herself.
He was a little angry. What kind of idea did Lin Yue give him that made him lose face?
He didn't say anything, walked to the bed, climbed up, pulled the blanket over his head, and covered his face.
My phone vibrated.
It shook again.
It shook again.
Many message notifications came through QQ Space.
He didn't dare to click on it.
He knew it was probably just the crowd mocking or teasing him.
He's already considering deleting that post.
My finger hovers over the screen, hesitating.
I clicked on those messages as if by some strange twist of fate.
The first one was a girl who was his former classmate from No. 4 Middle School and didn't talk much.
"Wow, Song Huan, you've lost weight! Your profile looks great."
The second one is the boy in the next dormitory; they usually just nod to each other when they meet.
"Bro, that's impressive."
The third reason is that the senior students in the club are handsome.
Article 4, Article 5, Article 6...
He flipped through the pages one by one.
Even Xiao Yunqing, whom he hadn't contacted in a long time, liked his post.
Lonely Little Cloud: "How narcissistic! But I'll still give you a thumbs up."
There was no teasing, no mockery.
All of them were likes and encouragement.
He was stunned.
Because apart from a few classmates, the rest were strangers, some of whom I had never even added on QQ.
He clicked on each of those people's profile pictures one by one, and their profile pages popped up, each showing half a star.
The newly created account has an empty space and a default profile picture.
He remained silent for a long while.
My finger hovered over the screen.
Then exit the space and open Lin Yue's chat window.
"Song Xiaoshuai: Are all these your alternate accounts?"
The other party replied quickly.
Heartbroken Girl: What trumpet? What are you talking about?
Looking at that line of text, Song Huan felt a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe.
He knew it was her.
He knew all of that.
He typed a line, deleted it, typed another line, and deleted it again.
In the end, only two words were sent.
Song Xiaoshuai: Thank you.
The other party replied very quickly.
"The heartbroken girl: You're welcome."
It was followed by a laughing emoji, with eyes curved into crescents and a wide grin, looking rather cheeky.
Seeing that expression, Song Huan's lips twitched, and she smiled too.
He placed his phone next to his pillow and stared at the ceiling.
He stared at the white ceiling for a long time.
Then I closed my eyes, pulled the blanket up to my chin, and felt warm.