Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 237

Yes, I like it.

Qin Zhao stared at the three words that suddenly appeared on the screen, his fingers twitched, and his mind inexplicably filled in the voice and tone he had used when he said those words.

I like the cafeteria.

She pursed her lips and turned off her phone. Her hair was almost dry, so she turned off the hairdryer.

Qin Zhao: "I like it too."

Rose Garden Villa.

Shen Yanci's phone suddenly lit up.

Zhao Zhao: "I like it too."

Shen Yanci's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he unlocked his phone.

After staring at the screen for a few seconds, he sank back into the sofa, his phone pressed against his chest.

He closed his eyes, his chest vibrated, and a short, soft laugh escaped his throat.

So what if it's fake?

He likes fake ones too.

The laughter only lasted for a second.

Shen Yanci's Adam's apple bobbed as he picked up his phone.

The well-defined knuckles slid upwards.

I waited for her downstairs at her apartment building, let her know I was safe, asked her out for dinner, and picked her up after class...

His gaze softened; he had enjoyed the chat logs from the past few days.

These chat logs, when added together, weren't actually that many, and they were all very short messages. In no time, I found the message where she said she put the allergy medication at her house.

Above that are the pictures she sent.

Shen Yanci didn't scroll up any further; her finger quickly swiped to the very bottom of the message.

His eyelids were closed, and his right hand hung limply in the air.

How can I make you like me?

……

Qin Zhao woke up inexplicably before the alarm clock rang. She stared blankly for two minutes before turning off the alarm and getting out of bed.

After washing up, she took allergy medication.

It's only 7:3.

She changed her clothes, but Shen Yanci still didn't send her a message.

Qin Zhao changed her clothes and went downstairs. She walked to the door and typed a message: "Where are you? How about we meet at school?"

She just sent it.

"Qin Zhao."

Qin Zhao paused for a moment.

Shen Yanci got out of the car, walked up to her, and stopped: "Good morning."

His figure was tall and slender, as if he were under the light.

Qin Zhao looked at him and said, "Good morning."

She glanced at the car: "When did you arrive?"

"just."

Qin Zhao hummed in agreement: "Next time, you can send me a message in advance—"

Her voice suddenly stopped as she was speaking.

Shen Yanci seemed oblivious, his voice lazy: "Okay, I'll let you know in advance next time when we're almost there."

Qin Zhao pursed his lips: "What time are you leaving?"

"The flight is at noon, and it will depart from your school at 10 o'clock."

It happened to be their long break between classes in the morning.

You will have 30 minutes of free time.

Qin Zhao hummed in agreement.

Two seconds later: "Let's take a car."

Shen Yanci glanced at her and said okay.

The familiar streets receded into the distance, and Qin Zhao lowered his head.

The driver stopped at the school gate, and Qin Zhao and Shen Yanci walked to the cafeteria.

There weren't many students in the cafeteria at this time, so there was basically no need to queue.

After buying the wontons, Qin Zhao went to another window and bought some pancakes.

Many shops were closed in the morning, and she didn't know what to buy.

It seems like there's nothing good to eat at their school.

She was a little dazed, and after a moment of hesitation, asked, "Is there anything else you'd like to eat?"

Shen Yanci: "That's enough. It's not like I'm not coming back."

Qin Zhao responded with an "oh," and quietly ate her meal with her eyelashes lowered.

Shen Yanci smiled slightly: "So cold-hearted?"

He squinted, "I'm about to leave, aren't you going to be a little more enthusiastic towards me?" Qin Zhao: "What constitutes enthusiasm?"

Shen Yanci: "At least say a few more words."

Qin Zhao: "A few words."

"..."

Her expression was harmless, yet inexplicably carried a hint of seriousness.

Shen Yanci nodded: "I felt it."

"Your passion."

"..."

Qin Zhao scooped the wonton back and forth in the bowl with a spoon a few times, but couldn't reach it each time. After a few seconds, he asked, "Is your class like ours?"

Shen Yanci lowered his eyelids, glanced at her, and replied, "Not quite the same."

"We mainly use lectures, tutorials, and classes."

Lectures provide the framework and core knowledge; tutorials are small classes, with one tutor guiding 1-4 students. Students complete extensive reading and write an essay beforehand, then face in-depth questioning from the tutor during class.

Qin Zhao raised an eyebrow.

Shen Yanci: "There was a philosophy student who talked about Kant for about ten minutes in class. His advisor said, 'Well said, but Kant probably wouldn't agree.'"

The student said, "Then tell me what you disagree with." His advisor smiled slightly and said, "That's your paper topic for next week."

Qin Zhao smiled effusively, his eyes crinkling into crescents: "How tragic."

She asked, "And what about you? How's your advisor?"

"A top-tier master, a bit obsessive, usually very busy, basically adopting a hands-off approach, focusing more on results. I was the only student in that cohort."

Qin Zhao exclaimed, "Then you must be under a lot of pressure."

Shen Yanci blinked slightly: "Yeah, I'm very busy, but I'm used to it."

Sometimes, being busy is a good thing.

Qin Zhao was one of the eight early birds. After they finished breakfast, they went from the cafeteria to the teaching building.

There were a few more people on the road.

Shen Yanci carried her schoolbag and walked outside.

The chirping of birds echoed in the branches, the flowers were in bloom, and a layer of pink petals covered the ground; spring had arrived.

Shen Yanci escorted Qin Zhao to the teaching building, and asked, "Can I use your teachers' lectures as a sleep aid?"

"..."

That's too presumptuous of you.

He said it, but he didn't do it today.

He borrowed a notebook from Qin Zhao and started taking notes, looking very serious.

When Qin Zhao looked up at the blackboard, his profile would squeeze into her peripheral vision.

It's 9:20, get out of class is about to end.

The bell rang.

Qin Zhao lowered his eyelids.

Because they had another class in the next period, most students carried their backpacks and walked to the classroom for the next class.

Before Shuang left, he winked at her and jokingly gritted his teeth, "Your brother's friend is pretty good."

Friends would accompany me to class every now and then.

She bet a bag of spicy strips that there's definitely something wrong with it.

Before she left, she glanced at Shen Yanci and said, "There are so many people who like Zhaozhao, handsome, you should seize the opportunity."

"..."

Qin Zhao: "Don't worry about it."

"I think what she said makes a lot of sense."

Qin Zhao looked at him, and he lifted his eyelids slightly: "Am I not handsome?"

"..."

Qin Zhao followed him to the back of the teaching building, and after walking a little further, they reached the main gate.

Shen Yanci: "Leave it here."

Qin Zhao stopped and hummed in agreement.

As the time for parting drew closer, we seemed to speak even less.

Qin Zhao glanced at him, and he was looking at her too.

She said, "Have a safe journey."

Her hand moved slightly.

Shen Yanci: "He was so proactive when he hugged Kuang Xu, but he hesitated so much when he hugged me."

Qin Zhao stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Take care of yourself."

She pursed her lips and stepped back.

Shen Yanci bent down and hugged her: "I'm entrusting my gardenia to you. When the buds turn white and bloom, remember to take pictures and show them to me."

(End of this chapter)