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"Do you see this simple, unpretentious stainless steel basin?"

Qin Yizhu pointed to the container in his hand containing the base ingredients and snail rice noodles and said to Wen Yao.

"Uh-huh."

Wen Yao nodded.

"Just look at this basin, and you'll know how authentic this shop is."

Qin Yizhu said to Wen Yao as he scooped the snail rice noodle soup from the stainless steel bucket into the stainless steel basin.

"what?"

Clearly, the latter cannot understand the cause-and-effect relationship.

"Just so you know, it's common sense."

All I can say is that you can feel the authentic atmosphere of this store the moment you walk in.

Several small tables were pushed together, and small plastic stools and folding stools were placed together.

It can only be described as hasty.

However, while environmental conditions are fundamental, snail rice noodles are not.

Otherwise, what can we use to retain people?

Qin Yizhu casually added soup to Wen Yao's bowl as well, and the two returned to the table and sat facing each other.

The store was quite crowded at that time, and two unfamiliar young people were sitting next to them.

One of them was wearing casual clothes, and the other was wearing a school uniform; the combination was rather odd.

The two ate quietly, with almost no communication.

Qin Yizhu slurped his food very quickly. When he looked up at Wen Yao while eating, the other woman was wiping her mouth with a tissue.

Wen Yao accidentally met Qin Yizhu's gaze, and after realizing what was happening, she lowered her head again.

This should be the first time Qin Yizhu has observed her face so closely.

The few freckles on her face added a raw yet trendy, broken yet vibrant quality to her.

Whether it was her unique temperament or her experiences, Qin Yizhu couldn't help but feel a protective instinct towards her.

"Walk?"

Seeing that Wen Yao had put down her chopsticks, Qin Yizhu tilted his head and asked her if she was going back.

"it is good."

Which class are you in?

By the time we got back, it was already dark, and the streetlights had come on one after another.

The city's nightlife is about to begin.

Wen Yao continued to follow behind Qin Yizhu.

Class Six.

Wen Yao replied.

"next door?"

Qin Yizhu felt it was somewhat coincidental.

"Are you in Class 5?"

It can only be Class 5, because Class 6 is at the end of the corridor.

They were separated by only one wall, but they hadn't seen each other at all during the first week of school, which was quite a coincidence.

But if you think about it carefully, you'll understand. During the daytime military training, although the classrooms are next to each other, the two classes are not in the same company.

Wen Yao went home after finishing her military training and having dinner—she had been staying at her aunt's house during this time.

Qin Yizhu goes to the classroom for evening self-study after dinner, so it's normal that the two of them haven't met.

Besides, it's only been a week since school started; we'll encounter this again later.

That's right.

In their school, one teacher teaches two classes, meaning that they both have basically the same teachers.

"What a coincidence."

Wen Yao is no longer as reserved as she was when she first arrived, and their communication has become much smoother.

Qin Yizhu's face played a significant role in this.

People often feel an inexplicable sense of closeness to good-looking people.

Although Qin Yizhu sometimes gives people a somewhat sinister feeling.

But this doesn't contradict his good looks.

"What happened to those people who bullied you back then?"

While the two were in the elevator, Qin Yizhu couldn't help but ask.

Wen Yao shook her head:

"I don't know where I got into, but I'm the only one from our school who got into the No. 2 High School in the city."

Qin Yizhu nodded.

It's good that they didn't come.

"If this happens again, just say you know me."

Wen Yao blinked her eyes behind her glasses.

Qin Yizhu is... a scoundrel?

There are a lot of shady characters in their small town, and they like to talk like that.

It's something like, "Give me your name."

However, if you report it, you'll usually get beaten even harder.

However, Qin Yizhu doesn't seem like that kind of student.

Besides, don't most people who are just trying to make ends meet not even have a couple of coins in their pockets?

"Or come find me directly."

Qin Yizhu had no idea what Wen Yao was thinking, and just kept talking to herself.

"But it's best to avoid this situation altogether."

You can't be bullied in middle school and then bullied again in high school, can you?

This plot is just too ridiculous.

"Okay, thank you."

Regardless, she was still quite grateful for Qin Yizhu's words.

When I was bullied in junior high school, I pretended not to see it or know anything, regardless of whether it was a boy or a girl.

Wen Yao didn't blame them, after all, everyone was thinking it was better to avoid trouble.

Sometimes she wonders if she were a bystander, would she have stood up to stop this behavior?

They probably just don't dare.

They were afraid of retaliation and being isolated.

Therefore, she understood the value of Qin Yizhu's words even more.

"Come here, let me show you how to use the water heater here."

Qin Yizhu took Wen Yao to the kitchen first to tell her about the water heater's switch and temperature, and then to the bathroom to tell her the direction of the hot and cold water valves.

"The hair dryer is in the drawer, that's basically it."

Qin Yizhu felt that she had nothing more to say.

The washing machine is on the balcony. It's very smart, and Wenyao can basically use it even without me teaching her.

"Let's add each other as friends. If I want to come back, I'll let you know in advance."

Qin Yizhu took out his phone and opened his QR code.

"If it's the class next door, can't we just walk together?"

"But I have to attend evening self-study sessions at school."

Qin Yizhu replied.

Uh, do people who slack off attend evening self-study sessions?

Definitely not.

Therefore, Qin Yizhu is not a scoundrel.

"Message me if you need anything, I'm going back to my room."

After confirming that there were no problems, Qin Yizhu returned to her room and closed the door behind her.

There is one detail.

Wen Yao's phone is an older model Apple.

In other words, at some point in the past, her family's financial situation must have been quite good.

It must have been her mother's illness that caused the family's situation to deteriorate so rapidly.

Qin Yizhu sighed.

But there was nothing that could be done.

Wen Yao also returned to her room.

She was thinking about her conversation with Qin Yizhu earlier that day.

At first, she was a little worried, afraid that the other person would be difficult to get along with and that the other person might have ulterior motives towards her.

However, after spending time with him, I found that Qin Yizhu seemed quite enthusiastic.

My biggest worry, about Qin Yizhu going home to live, vanished with the other party's candid answer.

What made Wen Yao feel at ease was that Qin Yizhu didn't explain why he was coming back to live there, but told her that he would notify her in advance.

It felt like he didn't see himself as a girl.

Wen Yao smiled as she thought of this.

Her mother had always told her that she would be living alone from now on, and that she shouldn't let anyone know how pretty she was before she went to university.

For a girl from a small town who has no one to rely on, being good-looking is not necessarily a good thing.

Therefore, Wen Yao hid herself under thick bangs, plain glasses, and a dowdy school uniform.

Try to make yourself look ordinary.

She opened the thick notebook that was pressed under all the other books.

Turning the pages one by one.

She had a premonition.

Qin Yizhu was the person I had met before.