"Oops, this is the cafeteria. Let's wait until tonight to go back to the dormitory..."

The little beauty blushed, unable to speak the rest of her words. Fang Wei's sudden flirtation caught her off guard. Although she had always longed to be embraced by Fang Wei, just thinking about his suggestive actions and words was enough to occupy her thoughts for a long time.

"Do you know where the school radio studio is?"

Fang Wei suddenly asked, when she's not being a hooligan, she appears to be a decent and virtuous person.

"I don't know, what...do you want to do?"

Fang Wei is a jerk. He always has a strong possessiveness towards things that interest him. I wonder who has piqued his curiosity this time.

Did you not hear it? That faint voice just now irritated me. That girl named Ying Tong, I'd like to get to know her."

"People's voices sounding pleasant has nothing to do with you. Not all women are interested in other women. Have some self-respect, or you might end up hurting yourself."

"Let me introduce you, I never said I wanted to sleep with her. What if she's terribly unattractive? Even if her moans sound good, I still wouldn't be able to bear it."

Fang Wei is vulgar, and the little beauty has gotten used to it, but sometimes she can't help but get a headache when faced with Fang Wei's vulgarity.

"Fine, I'll help you ask."

Faced with the wild and unruly Fang Wei, the young beauty was mentally prepared long ago. She had spent the summer vacation playing with her enough, but never saw her stay on her bed for a while. Fortunately, she didn't have much attachment herself, otherwise, it would be strange if this bastard's attention couldn't be diverted and she didn't resort to self-harm to break up with him.

The efficiency of the young beauty, Xiaomei, is very high. Her beautiful appearance and lively personality make her popular among both boys and girls. She quickly managed to strike up conversations with the senior students from the broadcasting department to gather all sorts of information.

Tuesday afternoon is the time when Wei Qiao, a broadcasting major, and Ying Tong, a philosophy major, collaborate on broadcasting. The broadcasting studio is located on the third floor, room 301, of the school's main building. Ying Tong never arrives late and is sure to be present in the broadcasting studio every Tuesday afternoon.

"Please treat me to a meal."

Zou Tong, also known as the little beauty, shared all the information she had gathered with Fang Wei. Fang Wei gulped down all the bubble tea in one breath, while biting onto the straw.

"Accompany me to meet that person before we talk further."

Being pulled along by Fang Wei, Zou Tong patiently waited for a week before heading to the comprehensive building on time as scheduled.

Ying Tong and Wei Qiao went upstairs together. Wei Qiao didn't know what Ying Tong dropped, so he hurriedly went to pick it up. Anyone could tell from his attentive manner that he had some clues. However, Ying Tong just faintly said "Thank you" and turned her head to continue climbing the stairs.

That was the first time she had seen a girl who could be described as handsome. Ying Tong's gaze fell on Fang Wei's face, and her footsteps momentarily paused.

Fang Wei also looked at Ying Tong at the same time. He had long black hair, big eyes, and unremarkable facial features. She didn't wear makeup and was dressed in a simple black denim jacket and tight jeans.

It has that clean feeling of a girl next door.

In the context of Ying Tong's appearance and clothing, "bland and tasteless" is merely a flattering comment.

"Hao tu, Fang Wei had just one word in his mind."

"Hello, senior sister!"

She casually shouted a sentence.

Ying Tong couldn't help but take another glance at her because of her inexplicable behavior.

"You're blocking the door."

Ying Tong held the keys in her hand, intending to open the door and enter the broadcasting studio. But at that moment, Fang Wei happened to be holding onto Zou Tong, blocking the doorway.

So she had no choice but to speak up and remind them.

Zou Tong felt that Fang Wei was gripping her hand very tightly, as if he was also a little nervous. Can even the thick-skinned and tough Fang Wei feel nervous?

Fang Wei slowly and awkwardly moved his body away, without looking at Ying Tong even once. He directly opened the door and began adjusting the sound, preparing for the broadcast.