Chapter 272: Chapter 272: Are You Going to Hold a Press Conference?
Sheng Tang did sneak out at night to find Gu Shiting.
Wasn’t that just because she was afraid he’d piss her off to death?
In the end, this guy got addicted and actually invited her for another late-night meet-up.
Young Master, this habit is not a good one to develop!
Sheng Tang ruthlessly refused him, "It’s too late, it’s not good to go out now. Besides, there are final exams coming up, who has time to play?"
Gu Shiting: "...."
He was silent for a few seconds, misinterpreted it, and cautiously asked Sheng Tang, "Are you unhappy because of what happened today?"
"No, I just don’t want to go play with you, it’s so late, and it’s cold outside. Be sensible, Young Master, okay?"
Gu Shiting: "...."
Young Master Gu realized belatedly that not only was he being disliked, but he was also being teased.
He angrily hung up the phone.
Sheng Tang couldn’t stop laughing and also put away her phone.
She diligently reviewed her lessons and even rewrote all her homework.
Before going to sleep, she sent Gu Shiting a message, "Goodnight, Senior Brother."
Over there, it seemed he was waiting for her to coax him, as he immediately replied, "Goodnight, Tangtang."
Sheng Tang could guess how his face changed from gloomy to cheerful at that moment. She smiled slightly, turned off her phone, and went to sleep.
She went to school as usual.
The commotion she brought to the school was almost wrapping up today.
At the school gate, she encountered several groups of students greeting her, both upperclassmen and underclassmen, boys and girls, all very enthusiastic.
"Senior, do you know Lan Fei? Can you help me get an autograph?"
"Senior, I wrote a review of your ’Whether You See Me or Not’ yesterday. Can I send it to you for a look? Can I add you on WeChat?"
"Junior, your poem is really great, I really like it, especially your ’To the Oak Tree’."
"Junior, why haven’t you sold your ’The Old You’ yet? Now that you know Lan Fei, it should sell well."
All kinds of questions, everyone talking at once.
Sheng Tang was surrounded by them, the cold wind blowing straight at her, making her hands and feet slightly numb.
She really wanted to get back to the classroom quickly.
Just when she couldn’t get away, Gu Jiahui stood behind her and said to the group of students surrounding her, "What’s going on here? Is this a press conference?"
"No."
"If it’s not a press conference, then Sheng Tang has no obligation to answer your questions. Morning class is about to start, make way." Gu Jiahui always had a gentle demeanor, even when saying such strong words, no one felt distant from him.
Some even found him humorous.
The students finally dispersed.
Sheng Tang walked ahead.
"No thank-you?" Gu Jiahui caught up to her.
Sheng Tang buried her face in her scarf, wishing she could cover her entire face with it, as the wind made her skin hurt.
She showed her pair of clear bright eyes and looked at Gu Jiahui, "Thank you for what?"
"Thank you for rescuing me, of course."
Sheng Tang: "If you hadn’t come, I would’ve gotten away soon enough. It’s just a small favor, no need to formally thank you, right?"
Gu Jiahui: "...."
He wanted to remind Sheng Tang that "small favor" wasn’t used that way.
But Sheng Tang was deliberately trying to make him uncomfortable, and he didn’t take it to heart.
He walked a few steps with her and then said, "It was quite lively yesterday, was it Gu Shiting who called someone to help you?"
"Was it you who started the rumor about me?" Sheng Tang asked in return.
Gu Jiahui shook his head, "No."
Sheng Tang continued walking.
"You don’t believe me?" he pressed.
Sheng Tang smiled a bit, "Your words, whether true or false, don’t mean much. Whether I believe it or not, you don’t care either."
Gu Jiahui burst into laughter.