sovbooks Chapter 94 094 What is a real tomboy?
Chapter 94 094 What is a real tomboy?
Chapter 94 094 What is a real tomboy?
The trip to West Lake ended in a subtle and slightly regretful atmosphere.
Because Zhu Qi was unwell, everyone only stayed for one more day before packing their bags, checking out of the hotel, and embarking on their journey back to Shanghai and Hong Kong.
This time, the driver's seat undeniably belonged to Wang Zhe.
Although Zhu Qi was feeling a little better, her face was still somewhat pale. She was wrapped in a thick coat and huddled weakly in the passenger seat, reclining slightly.
Su Xiaocheng remained seated directly behind the driver, behind Wang Zhe. Zhang Hao and Li Wenjie, the two boys, squeezed into the other two seats in the back, closing their eyes to rest as soon as they got in the car. After all, they had been playing online games in their hotel room until 3 a.m. the night before.
The Audi smoothly entered the highway.
The car was very quiet, with only slight tire noise and the sound of the air conditioning vents.
Wang Zhe focused intently on the road ahead, his hands resting firmly on the steering wheel at the three and nine o'clock positions, his expression focused yet relaxed. For a veteran driver with many years of experience, driving such long-distance highways was practically muscle memory, requiring little effort.
Zhu Qi tilted her head, intending to close her eyes and rest.
But for some reason, her self-illumination always unconsciously drifted to the left.
The afternoon sun streamed through the windshield, casting a soft golden hue on Wang Zhe's profile. His lips were slightly pursed, his eyes deep and thoughtful, and his occasional glances at the rearview mirror were crisp and stylish. That innate composure made him appear exceptionally mature at that moment.
As Zhu Qi watched, her gaze became somewhat fixed.
The scene from before involuntarily replayed in his mind—he jumped into the water without hesitation and lifted himself out of the water.
The feeling of her heart racing seemed even harder for her to ignore than menstrual cramps.
Unfortunately, Zhu Qi's subtle glances were all seen by Su Xiaocheng in the back seat.
Su Xiaocheng sat in the back, her gaze passing right through the gap between the driver and passenger seats, intently watching the interaction between the two people in front.
Seeing that Zhu Qi was becoming more and more engrossed in watching, and even the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a strange smile, Su Xiaocheng finally couldn't sit still any longer.
No, the spellcasting must be interrupted!
"Um—Sister Qiqi?"
Su Xiaocheng suddenly spoke, leaning forward and clinging to the back of the passenger seat, forcibly bringing her head close.
The call startled Zhu Qi. She abruptly looked away and turned her head in a flustered manner: "Huh? What's wrong, Xiao Cheng?"
Su Xiaocheng asked with concern, "Are you still using your hot water bottle? Is the water too cold? Do you want me to refill it with hot water?"
I brought a thermos.
Zhu Qi paused for a moment, then subconsciously touched the bulge on her stomach, where the rubber hot water bottle was being held.
"Oh, no need, no need," Zhu Qi felt the warmth coming from her lower abdomen, and her heart warmed as well. "I'm still using it, the temperature is just right."
Thanks to your hot water bottle, I feel much better now. Thank you, Xiao Cheng.
"Why are you being so polite with me?" Su Xiaocheng smiled sweetly, thinking to herself that she had finally brought her soul back to her senses.
After saying this, Zhu Qi turned her head back to look at the road ahead.
Su Xiaocheng breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down.
However, less than a minute had passed.
Zhu Qi's head began to involuntarily tilt to the left again. Although the movement was small this time, as if she was pretending to look at the left rearview mirror, her gaze was clearly fixed on Wang Zhe's face!
Su Xiaocheng could only sigh inwardly.
She could see it clearly from behind. Zhu Qi's eyes were full of admiration, and a hint of curiosity that she had never seen in Zhu Qi's eyes before.
Su Xiaocheng slumped weakly in the back seat.
It is impossible to guard against it!
The car drove on for a while longer.
Zhu Qi, perhaps finding the atmosphere in the car too dull, or perhaps to cover up the embarrassment of having peeked earlier, suddenly asked, "By the way, is everyone free tomorrow? Should we continue working in the office?"
Zhang Hao, who was dozing off in the back row, instantly woke up, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and said loudly, "No problem! Anyway, there are still several days left of the holiday, and I don't have anything else to do. Staying in the dorm is just playing games, so I might as well go to the company, enjoy the air conditioning, and get some work done."
Li Wenjie adjusted his glasses: "I'm fine with it too. The demo's values need to be adjusted properly."
Although Su Xiaocheng was feeling down, as long as she could be with Zhu Qi, work was no object, so she listlessly raised her hand and said, "I'll go too."
Wang Zhe looked straight ahead, steadily changed direction, and smiled, "Of course I can too. The sooner the game is made, the better; the market waits for no one. However—"
He glanced at Zhu Qi sideways and asked, "Senior, are you feeling alright? Should you rest for a couple more days?"
This expression of concern was conventional, but it sounded particularly pleasing to Zhu Qi.
She hesitated for a moment, bit her lip, and said, "It's okay, I'm feeling better now. Of course, I won't go too far ahead; I'll try to make it tomorrow."
As evening approached, the car drove into the Shanghai-Hong Kong University.
First, they dropped Zhang Hao and Li Wenjie off at their dormitory building. The two, carrying their bags, happily went back to their dorm to play games. They had slept well on the way and didn't need to catch up on sleep.
Only Wang Zhe, Zhu Qi, and Su Xiaocheng remained in the car.
Wang Zhe started the car again and asked, "Senior, which dormitory building do you live in? I'll take you back."
Zhu Qi shook her head: "I don't live in the dormitory. I rented a place outside the school. It's in the Jinxiu Huating residential complex, right across from the East Gate."
"Oh?"
Wang Zhe was somewhat surprised, then laughed and said, "She really is a rich woman. The rent in that neighborhood must be expensive. But then again, it's more comfortable to live alone, free and undisturbed."
Upon hearing the words "no one will disturb you," Zhu Qi's expression suddenly became somewhat strange.
She hesitated for a moment, as if recalling some unpleasant memory, and sighed, saying, "Actually—I didn't want to rent a place outside in the first place. When I first entered university, I also lived in the dormitory."
"Then why did you move out? Did you think the conditions weren't good enough?"
"No," Zhu Qi shook her head, her voice lowering, "it's because—one of my roommates has ulterior motives towards me."
"Impure motives?" Wang Zhe was stunned.
Zhu Qi was a little embarrassed to say it, but since the conversation had come to this point, she just said it: "That roommate of mine, we usually get along really well, and I treat her like a sister. But—one night, luckily I'm a light sleeper, I was woken up."
"Hiss—" Wang Zhe gasped, "That's explosive?"
Zhu Qi smiled wryly, "The scene was incredibly awkward. I was completely stunned and had no idea how to handle it. To avoid future awkwardness, I applied to my counselor for day student status the next day and moved out."
Wang Zhe couldn't help but laugh out loud: "That's great, senior."
Zhu Qi rubbed her temples helplessly: "Don't even mention it, it's almost become a psychological trauma. Actually, I'm quite troubled by it too. I like to dress in a more androgynous way because I think it looks cool and is convenient, but I never thought it would attract girls. But I'm actually not interested in this kind of thing—"
When she said the last half of the sentence, she subconsciously glanced at Wang Zhe, as if she were explaining.
Su Xiaocheng, sitting in the back row, froze completely at that moment.
She felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her from head to toe, chilling her to the bone.
So that's why Sister Qiqi moved out of the dormitory?
And do they even have a psychological trauma related to this kind of thing? Or even feel disgusted by it?
What should I do then?