This person really knows how to be reborn!

Chapter 35 Layers of verdant forests, snails with horns

After arriving at the school gate, Zeng Cheng asked Yu Baiwei what she was going to do in the afternoon, swimming or playing King of Fighters?

After thinking it over, Yu Da Meiren chose the latter.

Actually, she liked both options—provided she was with Zeng Cheng, of course.

However, if they go swimming, Zeng Cheng will definitely stare at her and say some very strange things.

This black dog is really white!

[That swimming ring is huge!]

And so on.

"Then let's go fight King of Fighters."

Zeng Cheng didn't think about it in detail.

If they knew the reason, they would definitely give Yu Baiwei a Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger.

Yu, that's going too far. Are you even guarding against a blind person?

As for when Zeng Cheng went blind, it was due to selective intermittent blindness. You should look into that.

Zeng Cheng continued, "Should we take a taxi or walk?"

This is the second time today that he has made Yu Baiwei make a choice.

Zeng Cheng noticed that Yu Baiwei lacked assertiveness whenever she went out with him.

He felt that this was not good.

Therefore, it is important to use selective communication techniques.

This will not only make Yu Da Meiren feel involved, but also greatly increase Yu Baiwei's comfort when she is with him.

Pay attention—these are all key points!

"Zeng Cheng, let's walk, it's not very far anyway."

"I'll listen to you."

Zeng Cheng took two steps ahead, only to find that Yu Baiwei was still standing in the same spot.

"What's wrong?"

"Zeng Cheng, aren't we good friends?"

"Of course, why are you suddenly asking this?"

"Then why don't you care about what schools I applied to?"

"Uh, Yu Baiwei, let's be reasonable. You're going to Imperial College London, so what you fill in on your application is meaningless to you, okay?"

"No, ask me now!"

Yu Baiwei hummed as she spoke, making her incredibly cute.

Zeng Cheng was a little confused, so he had to ask her.

Yu Baiwei said playfully, "Zeng Cheng, I applied to the School of Economics at Shuzhou University!"

"Wow, what a coincidence! You're the same as me," Zeng Cheng deliberately made an exaggerated expression, then sighed, "Alas—it's a pity you can't actually go, otherwise the leaders of the Sichuan University admissions office would probably laugh their heads off. In all these years of Sichuan University, there has never been a provincial top scorer who would condescend to go and do technical poverty alleviation..."

"Hmph—" Yu Baiwei raised her fair and delicate chin. "Zeng Cheng, you're such a big idiot!"

"Hey, let's just chat, why did it escalate to personal attacks?" Zeng Cheng rolled his eyes. "I might not be significantly smarter than you, but I'm definitely not stupid!"

"You're such an idiot!" Yu Baiwei rolled her eyes even bigger at him. "Is there any possibility that I really should go to the School of Economics at Sichuan University?"

"What?" Zeng Cheng's eyes widened instantly. "Yu Baiwei, you're not going to Imperial College London?"

Yu Da Meiren smiled and nodded: "Yes, my mother has agreed to let me stay in China to attend university."

Zeng Cheng's heart was racing uncontrollably.

Yu Baiwei actually managed to persuade her mother?

Even though it was just a fleeting glance and there was no interaction that day, Zeng Cheng could clearly sense that the woman was definitely not an easy person to talk to.

A lady like her, with a strong personality and an overconfident attitude, will definitely force her daughter to accept whatever she believes is best, without allowing any room for discussion.

Yu Baiwei spoke lightly, but Zeng Cheng could imagine how much effort she had put in and how much courage she had mustered during this process.

"Yu, did you stay in the country to study because of me?"

"Zeng, in your own words—you can understand it this way."

"But... you don't need to come to Sichuan University with me. With your grades, you should be able to go to Tsinghua or Peking University, even if you don't go to Imperial College London..."

"Imperial College is good, Tsinghua and Peking University are also good, but—"

Yu Baiwei has always been a straight-punch style, and at this moment she also chose the fighting style she was best at.

"Imperial College doesn't have you, and neither do Tsinghua and Peking University."

"..."

Zeng Cheng felt as if he had been struck by an electric current, and an incredibly strong tingling sensation rose in his heart.

Moved?

Of course I was moved.

But more than anything, there was fear.

Does an old man like him really deserve her sincerity and passion?

"Alright, silly, let's go—"

After Yu Baiwei finished speaking, she took the first step.

She likes to walk with her hands behind her back, and then step on her own shadow as she walks.

The path is lined with lush trees on both sides, and a snail is perched on one of the tender leaves. Not far away, a sparrow is chirping merrily.

The scorching sunlight, after filtering through the lush foliage, lost much of its intensity, becoming gentle and bright.

The world is full of such beauty.

Zeng Cheng smiled and tried to catch up with Yu Baiwei, but found that his shoelaces were a little loose, so he squatted down to tie them.

As he continued to linger, the corners of his lips began to uncontrollably curl upwards.

"What's wrong with this old man? He still has to tie his shoelaces into a bow, doesn't he?"

After tying his shoelaces, Zeng Cheng quickly caught up with a certain sect's holy maiden and called her name in a drawn-out tone.

"Yu—Bai—Wei—"

"What's wrong?"

Yu Baiwei turned around, her crescent-shaped eyes filled with doubt.

"Are we friends?"

"Calculate."

"Does that count as being good friends?"

"Hmm, I guess so."

Yu Baiwei's cheeks were already slightly flushed.

"Let me tell you a little-known fact: good friends can actually hold hands."

After shamelessly uttering these words, Zeng Cheng stretched out his big pig's trotter.

Yu Baiwei's delicate oval face turned bright red in an instant.

She glared at Zeng Cheng, but still managed to suppress her shyness and offered him a finger.

"Zeng, you can only hold my hand a tiny bit."

Zeng Cheng was certain he would seize it.

Despite the hot weather, Yu Baiwei's fingertips felt cool and smooth to the touch.

There is no violation of physics in generating an electric shock sensation.

However, Zeng Cheng felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment, and his young body was definitely secreting dopamine like crazy.

Humans are never satisfied.

As they walked, one finger became two, two became three, until their fingers were interlocked.

got windy.

The lush branches on both sides of the road, clearly unable to withstand the teasing of the summer wind, began to tremble and rustle as they could no longer suppress the itch.

At this moment, the lush forests, the snails with horns, the birds in flight, the scorching sun, the fluttering pleated skirts, and the delicate oval faces all combined to create the romantic feeling that Zeng Cheng desired.

He wanted to tell her that liking someone can be a chaotic and stressful experience, or it can be a glorious moment when one abandons their inferiority complex and embraces the light.

Half an hour later, when they arrived at the entrance of the arcade, Yu Baiwei's cheeks were still very red.

I don't know if it's because of shyness or sun exposure, or more likely a combination of both.

She made up a lame excuse to escape Zeng Cheng's clutches: "You go upstairs and buy coins first, I'll go buy water..."

Why is it so bad? — It's not like the arcade doesn't sell water.

Zeng Cheng didn't expose him, smiled, and went upstairs alone.

Unexpectedly, I ran into an acquaintance—Xiao Qian.

The pretty girl, Qian, was wearing the arcade's employee uniform and stood prettily at the counter, looking like she was working a summer job.

She greeted Zeng Cheng first, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling.

"Wow, my idol, what a coincidence!"

"I come to this arcade often, Qian, that's impressive! Are you working part-time while studying?"

"Not really. My uncle owns this arcade. It gets really crowded during the summer holidays, so I'm helping out."

"Should I ask your uncle to give me a discount?"

"My idol, I can waive your money."

As she spoke, Xiao Qian grabbed a handful of game coins and stuffed them into Zeng Cheng's hands.

"That wouldn't be good, what if your uncle saw it and scolded you?"

"I'm not afraid of him at all. If he really wants to talk to me, I'll tell him, 'Uncle, don't you know that girls are outgoing and always side with outsiders?'"

"..."

Zeng Cheng clearly felt that Xiao Qian was flirting with him, and the game coins in his hand were proof of that.

At this moment, Xiao Qian adopted a gossipy expression.

"Honey, I've heard some rumors that you're dating Yu Baiwei from Class 1?"

"Pfft, who told you that—do you even think it's plausible?"

"Unreliable, completely unreliable. Although you are my idol, you are not good enough for Yu Baiwei—don't be angry, I don't think you are worthy of her."

"..."

"By the way, my idol, did you come alone?"

"With a friend."

"Who?"

Before Zeng Cheng could speak, Yu Meiren, with her stunningly beautiful oval face, walked up to him with two bottles of mineral water.

Xiao Qian: "???"