I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

"You disappointed me enough this morning." The girl frowned. "It's disgusting to even think about it now. It completely ruined my good mood for the whole day..."

"I'm really sorry about that. I had planned to tell you in a way that you could accept, since you only dislike a small part of her, right? You also said before that if she doesn't bother you, you can barely ignore her existence."

The boy clasped his hands together and said, "Shen Xi, I know you're very unhappy right now. Please delete that memory from this morning so I can have a chance to explain properly. I will make you satisfied. No matter what, I like you and want to be with you forever. That has never changed."

After his lengthy speech, the club activity room fell into a new round of deathly silence.

Shen Xi looked down at him with a superior air, her eyes constantly flickering.

After a moment, the girl suddenly took a deep breath, stood up and began packing her things, "There's no one here with you."

"Where are you going?" the boy asked, looking at her.

"Go home." The girl said expressionlessly.

"why?"

"None of your business," the girl said coldly.

"Please don't go."

"reject."

“Then I’ll go with you.” The boy stood up as well.

"Please don't come any closer, or I really will call the police." The girl glared at him fiercely.

"Don't do this, Shen Xi."

The girl didn't even look at him, but strode towards the door with her chin held high, saying, "Write a three-thousand-word self-criticism."

"Huh?" The boy was taken aback.

"If you don't want to write, then forget it. It's just empty talk again."

"Of course I want to write. I'll write as many words as you want to read." The boy quickly straightened up.

Shen Xi stopped and turned around, squinting. "Then write down clearly what you're thinking and what you plan to do in the future. Cheng Fei, this is your only chance. Please take it seriously and don't disappoint me again."

The girl's somber tone was as if she were trying to save a death row inmate who had committed a serious crime.

The young man's expression hardened. "Yes, Your Highness. Is there a time limit?"

"I want to see this at tonight's meeting." After saying that, Shen Xi turned and left without any hesitation.

"So soon? Can't it be tomorrow?"

The girl remained silent under the boy's uneasy gaze.

She yanked the door open, stopped, gave a heavy snort, and walked towards the stairwell.

Nagasaki Asuna, who had been standing outside the door for some time, walked into the room with her hands behind her back and approached the boy as if nothing had happened.

The boy didn't even look at her. He quickly sat down, tore off a blank page from his notebook, picked up a pen, and looked like a high school student deep in thought.

"What does Cheng Fei want to write?" Nagasaki Asuna tilted her head.

"A self-criticism regarding your actions." The boy spoke quickly, beginning to write the first line.

"Huh?" The girl blinked.

"Three thousand words. I'll hand them in at her house tonight. I'm not kidding."

“I see.” Nagasaki Asuna nodded. “What about me? Should I go too?”

"Stay at my place tonight. Don't upset her. We can talk about it tomorrow."

"it is good."

"Are you feeling wronged?"

"No, after all, Cheng Fei did all this for me." The girl sat down opposite him, resting her chin on her hands in a demure manner.

"For you and her."

"Good luck, Cheng Fei." The girl paused. "But I just heard Cheng Fei say that if you mess with me again, you have to apologize immediately?"

Is there a problem?

"No." The girl leaned on the table and smiled sweetly. "I'll do as you say, as long as it makes things easier for Cheng Fei."

"That's good. Don't talk to me now, we don't have much time." The boy breathed a sigh of relief and began to write furiously.

"Good~"

"Oh, by the way, could you please go to the coffee shop at the back entrance and buy a hot caramel macchiato, and the bakery at the front entrance and buy a box of tiramisu? Also, I remember there's a taiyaki shop in the electronics district, could you buy a few more?"

"Let me write this down." Nagasaki Asuna took out her phone. "Is this for Cheng Fei or for her?"

"Of course it's for her. These are her favorite things. Offering them to her will calm her down by half."

"Offering tribute? She makes it sound like she's an emperor."

"She's not the emperor, but she's almost one. You'll see later."

"Huh?"

Outside the club activity room, a cool girl with long, dark hair tossed her hair, picked up her bag with both hands, and silently walked downstairs without making a sound.

……

277. Cheng Fei submitted a self-criticism.

Cheng Fei and Nagasaki Asuna stayed in the club activity room until dark before leaving Sakura separately and getting into their respective cars.

Back on Guang'an Street, the boy handed the key to the girl and patted her head. "Go back now. Take care of your own dinner."

"Okay~ Cheng Fei, don't move." Nagasaki Asuna stared at the boy's face with her hands behind her back. Suddenly, she tiptoed up and gave him a soft, sweet peck before stepping back to create some distance, tilting her head and grinning mischievously.

The boy rolled his eyes at her, annoyed, and walked across the street.

Nagasaki Asuna stood at the intersection, watching the boy's figure disappear before walking towards the rented house with her hands behind her back and her head down.

Cheng Fei arrived at the familiar thirty-sixth floor and opened the familiar door.

Neatly arranged small black uniform shoes in the entryway make one want to take a second look and imagine the soft, delicate feet that once stood inside.

The boy placed Shen Xi's favorite dessert set on the coffee table and walked towards the balcony.

A cool, aloof girl with long, dark hair stood here, carefully watering each pot of morning glory.

"Teacher Shen, I bought your favorite. Eat it while it's hot."

Shen Xi turned around, looked up at him expressionlessly, and held out her small hand, "I apologize."

"I haven't finished writing yet, please wait a little longer." The boy lowered his head honestly.

The girl stared at him, biting her lip, and kicked him hard. "As expected of the useless Cheng Feiyu, you can't even finish writing three thousand words in so long."

"I wrote this with the goal of clearly explaining my thoughts to you, not to complete a task, so the word count is not important," the boy said seriously.

The girl was taken aback, then sneered, "I can count words. Don't let it sound so good that it doesn't even reach three thousand words in the end."

"No, it won't happen." The boy looked her up and down, then at the watering can in her hand. "Teacher Shen, let's not talk about that for now. Just to be on the safe side, I'd like to remind you of something."

"What?" The girl frowned.

"More water is not necessarily better."

"You don't need to waste your breath on something that even kindergarteners know." The girl squinted and turned her face away.

"Okay, then I'll go write my self-criticism." The boy bowed respectfully, turned and left.

Shen Xi stood there gazing at his retreating figure. After a moment, she stepped into the house, picked up a dessert from the coffee table, and first slightly opened her mouth to take a small bite of the taiyaki...

As a result, the boy was still sitting at the dining table, writing intently until 11 p.m.

Shen Xi came out of the bedroom carrying a bundle of clothes, stood in the darkness of the corridor, stared at the boy for a moment with an expressionless face, and then went into the bathroom, followed by the sound of running water.

After a while, the girl with long, silky hair still damp with moisture came out, stood in the darkness for a moment, stared blankly at the boy, then went back to her bedroom and slammed the door shut.

It wasn't until midnight that Cheng Fei breathed a sigh of relief, got up from the dining table, neatly stacked the full self-criticism he had written, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

During that time, I saw black and white fabrics in the basket of clothes and took a second look as I passed by.

Only then did he take the self-criticism and open the bedroom door.

A cool, aloof girl with long, dark hair sat on the edge of the bed, reading a book.

Under her indifferent gaze, the young man approached her and respectfully presented his apology, saying, "Please take a look, Your Highness."

Shen Xi put the book aside, took the item without saying a word, and looked at it with a slight frown.

Cheng Fei went around to the other side and got into bed. His pillow was still in its original place, and there was only one quilt on the bed.

The boy lay on the headboard, his body sliding down slightly, and sighed comfortably.

"As expected of Cheng Feiyu, his handwriting is practically dog-scratched." Shen Xi said coldly without looking up.

"Although my handwriting is a bit messy due to time constraints, it's still pretty good, right? My Chinese teacher even praised it for its powerful style," the boy said earnestly.

The girl didn't even bother to lift her eyelids.

In the quiet atmosphere, Cheng Fei first checked on Isena's work over the past two days, then turned his head to gaze at Shen Xi's delicate profile as she read intently, and finally clutched his stomach and stared at the ceiling.

"Teacher Shen, would you mind if I ordered takeout?" the boy asked quietly. "To be honest, I've been writing a self-criticism for you since this afternoon and haven't eaten anything yet."

Shen Xi narrowed her eyes.

A moment later, the girl handed him the tiramisu box from the bedside table.

Cheng Fei discovered that half of the cake inside had been obsessively scooped out, leaving only a neat half.

The boy hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"If that's not enough, there are some leftovers in the fridge. You can have them," the girl said.

"Okay." The boy promptly left the bedroom.

The girl, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and focused on reading her self-criticism, frowned.

After a while, the boy came back with a large bowl. He put the leftover food from the refrigerator on top of the rice, put it all into the microwave, and it became a bowl of rice with toppings.

The dish was scrambled eggs with tomatoes, which was obviously very sweet due to the addition of a lot of sugar. The rice was also clearly overwatered, making it a bit sticky. It was cooking at a second-grade elementary school level.

The boy, carrying a bowl, sat down on the bedside table next to Shen Xi, shoveling food into his mouth with a slurping sound as he watched her.

This made the girl look up and glare at him, then sneered, "Pretending is one thing, but I know whether my cooking is good or not."

"When you're hungry, everything tastes good, Shen Xi. And just thinking that it was made by someone as cute as you makes it taste even better." The boy looked her up and down, his expression serious.

"You're such a despicable person that even eating makes you feel disgusted. I regret it now; I definitely shouldn't ask you to eat next time." The girl looked disgusted.

"I just like your cooking. How about I teach you a few more dishes later?" the boy said.

The girl didn't answer.

"Teacher Shen?"

"Don't bother me," the girl said coldly.

"It can't be that bad, it's not like it's a thesis."

The girl frowned and remained silent.

Shen Xi waited until Cheng Fei had eaten and drunk his fill, then sat next to her like a prisoner awaiting trial, studying the ceiling, before finally putting down the last page of her self-criticism and looking up.

"Cheng Fei." The girl stared at the wall directly in front of her.

"Ah?" The boy quickly sat up straight, placing his hands in front of him. "Please speak."

“Eating only scrambled eggs with tomatoes is too monotonous for you, right?” Shen Xi suddenly said.

“Absolutely not.” Cheng Fei’s expression hardened.

"That's right. Anyway, this tomato and egg stir-fry doesn't suit your taste, so it's only natural that you want to eat something else." The girl continued to sneer.

"How could that be? Tomato and egg stir-fry is a very good dish. I would be happy to eat it for the rest of my life, no matter how delicious other dishes are." The boy was extremely serious.

Shen Xi stared at the wall, her stubborn little mouth tightly shut.

The conversation abruptly ended, leaving an indescribable awkwardness.