You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

When I left the concert hall, the sunlight outside was just right.

There's always a lazy feel to an autumn afternoon. The slanting sunlight filters through the branches of the ginkgo trees, spreading a layer of shattered gold on the ground.

The two strolled along the campus path, heading towards the school gate.

Jiang Che glanced down at the time on his phone; it was just past three o'clock.

"Shall we go home now?" He turned to look at Su Qinghe, who was holding his arm.

Su Qinghe tilted her head and thought for a moment, "I don't want to go back so early."

"Shall we take a look around?"

"it is good."

So the two of them left the school gate and walked along the pedestrian street outside the south gate toward the shopping mall.

Since the start of the school year, the two of them have basically been going back and forth between school and home.

I was exhausted during military training, and I also had to deal with all sorts of unexpected situations on weekends. There weren't many times when I could really relax and stroll around like this.

Su Qinghe was clearly in a good mood.

She linked arms with Jiang Che, her steps light and quick, her head occasionally glancing into the shop windows on either side.

Long queues formed outside several popular milk tea shops as I passed by, and the air was filled with the sweet aroma of roasted milk and brown sugar.

Jiang Che habitually led her toward the clothing store.

"This place seems to have some new autumn clothes." Jiang Che pointed to a simply decorated women's clothing store on his left.

Su Qinghe glanced at the shop window and shook her head. "I already have plenty of clothes at home."

"What about that one?"

"No, not either."

Jiang Che pointed to another place, but Su Qinghe still shook her head.

After asking three different places and finding none of them interested, Jiang Che simply stopped and looked down at her.

Why are you so resistant to buying clothes today?

Su Qinghe looked up at him, her expression a mix of helplessness and amusement.

She poked Jiang Che's chest with one finger: "Jiang Che, do you know how many clothes I have in my closet?"

Jiang Che looked up at the sky, pretending to be stupid.

"I have sixteen dresses that I can wear out this fall alone," Su Qinghe counted on her fingers. "Eleven skirts, not to mention cardigans and sweaters, and then there are those..."

She paused halfway through her sentence, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"Those clothes that you can't really wear out."

Su Qinghe glared at him reproachfully.

She had really wanted to complain about this for a long time.

Jiang Che appears calm and mature on the surface, but in reality, he is incredibly naive in some ways.

He especially loves buying her clothes, whether they're purchased offline or ordered online; every few days, the house receives several express delivery packages.

A-Che was dressing her up like a doll.

Sometimes, when Su Qinghe stood in the walk-in closet, looking at all the different styles, from sweet to mature, from everyday to special items, she didn't know whether to be moved or speechless.

Jiang Che seemed to read her inner thoughts from her changing expression. Instead of showing any remorse, he raised his eyebrows with a smug look on his face.

"What's wrong with dressing up your girlfriend? I'm happy to."

Su Qinghe was amused by his self-righteous attitude and gently punched his arm.

"Fine, fine, whatever you want, but really, let's not buy any more clothes today. Our walk-in closet is already overflowing."

Jiang Che thought about it and finally compromised, but he was still muttering things like, "I'll turn the room next door into a walk-in closet someday."

The two abandoned their plan to shop at clothing stores and began to wander aimlessly around the mall.

As she strolled around, Su Qinghe's gaze was gradually drawn to a small shop not far away.

That was a DIY craft shop.

The shop is small, with warm yellow light shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the display shelves at the entrance are filled with colorful Perler beads creations.

There are cartoon characters, game characters, and 3D figurines made of Perler beads.

A hand-painted sign is pasted on the glass, which reads "Little Happiness Handmade Shop" and next to it are several crookedly drawn cats and dogs.

At that moment, several girls were gathered around a table in the shop making plaster dolls, carefully applying paint to the white plaster with their paintbrushes.

Su Qinghe stopped in her tracks.

Her eyes lit up slightly as she stared at the Perler bead creations on the display shelf for several seconds before turning to tug at Jiang Che's sleeve.

"Ah Che, shall we go check out this store?"

Jiang Che followed her gaze.

He hadn't paid much attention to these kinds of craft shops before.

Back in high school, some girls around him liked to do these things, but Jiang Che never had much interest in this kind of meticulous work that required him to sit patiently for an afternoon.

However, it would be different if Su Qinghe wanted to go.

"Walk."

The two pushed open the glass door and went inside, and the wind chimes on the door immediately made a series of crisp sounds.

The owner was a woman in her thirties, with a low ponytail and wearing a canvas apron. She was squatting next to a table, helping customers mix paints.

Upon seeing someone enter, he immediately stood up and greeted them with a smile.

"Welcome! What would you two like to experience? We have plaster dolls, Perler beads, cream phone cases, DIY perfumes, and handmade rings to choose from."

Su Qinghe glanced around the store and then pointed to a display case in the corner, saying to Jiang Che, "Ah Che, look at that!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Che looked in the direction Su Qinghe was pointing—

The display case contained small plaster casts of various game characters, with one shelf specifically dedicated to Valorant series figures.

The characters Jetwind, Sage, Reina, and Shadow are all drawn very exquisitely and are very cute.

"How about we each draw one?" Su Qinghe looked up at Jiang Che, her tone full of anticipation.

Jiang Che looked at the plaster dolls, then at Su Qinghe's bright eyes.

He recalled that whenever they played the tile-making game, Su Qinghe would always choose the Sage, while he mostly used the Jetwind.

"Okay." Jiang Che nodded. "Then you draw the Sage, and I'll draw Jetwind?"

"good!"

Jiang Che relayed the request to the boss, who then led the two to the materials area to select plaster blanks.

Su Qinghe was very careful in her selection. She held the white embryo of the Sage up to her eyes and examined it carefully. She nodded in satisfaction only after confirming that there were no flaws.

Jiang Che casually pulled a Jiefeng out of the pile. He didn't care much about these things; in the end, it was all up to Su Qinghe to draw it well.

The two sat down by the window.

The paints were already laid out, the brushes were cleaned, and a layer of old newspapers was laid on the table to prevent the paint from getting on it.

Jiang Che held the plaster figurine in front of him and looked at it for a long time, then looked at the dozen or so tubes of acrylic paint in different colors in front of him.

He felt a rare sense of helplessness.

He can handle doing business, conducting investigations, and scheming against others with ease, but coloring a plaster statue that is several tens of centimeters tall with a tracing pen is indeed beyond his capabilities.

Jiang Che first picked up the white paint tube, squeezed a little onto the palette, then dipped it in a liner brush and began to apply the base color to Jiefeng's face.

I applied it with just three strokes and it ended up outside my chin.

Jiang Che's brows furrowed slightly.

He switched the paintbrush to his left hand, and with his right hand, he held the base of the plaster statue and turned it at a different angle, then dipped the paint in again to try and cover up the overflowing part.

As a result, this stroke smudged the area on the neck.