The more he thought about it, the more skeptical he became.

Is this person really the same person I instantly felt familiar with?

Taking the last bite of the bread, the feeling of fullness came just right. Zhang Chenxi raised her head in satisfaction and took a big sip of her tea.

It seemed as though the crowd was still staring at my table, accompanied by some whispering.

These girls are so timid. If you have the guts, come and ask for someone's WeChat! Just staring doesn't make you a tough girl!

In his heart, he quietly shouted a sentence, almost laughing out loud by himself. Zhang Chenxi quickly adjusted his state. In such a situation, if he suddenly laughed foolishly, he would definitely be thought of as a lunatic.

However, what he did not expect was that the lingering thoughts in his mind had not yet dissipated when a girl actually emerged from a small crowd.

Her jet-black long hair was tied high on the back of her head, with not a strand out of place. Only a truly beautiful girl would dare to keep such a hairstyle. And this girl's face was lightly made up, with big eyes and double eyelids. Her long eyelashes fluttered enchantingly, and her cheeks radiated a blush that could be either shyness or something else, giving off a delicate pinkish glow. With her cherry-like small mouth and a pointed nose, she resembled a lovely little elf.

As everyone discussed and speculated about who this beautiful girl belonged to, Zhang Chenxi's heart had turned to ashes. Acting on reflex, she blurted out the girl's name, "Xiaoya?"

The girl also froze for a moment, her already big eyes widening even more. She delicately covered her growing mouth with her small fingers and said, "Chenhui?! You also got accepted into this school?"

"Um..." Not intending to let the conversation continue, Zhang Chenxi responded softly before lowering his head. However, he noticed from the corner of his eye that the girl was still standing there and hadn't left.

Gu Lun also noticed the awkwardness between the two people and raised his gaze to look at this girl named Xiao Ya.

The girl's cheeks became even more rosy, but there was a trace of sadness in her expression. Her eyes kept scanning over herself, clearly wanting to say something, but her words were stuck, and she couldn't seem to open up.

Gu Lun decided to take the initiative and break the stalemate. He locked eyes directly with the girl, "What's wrong? I sense that you have something to say."

She felt like she had finally caught a life-saving straw, or like a concubine who had been favored by the emperor. A look of admiration and gratitude finally emerged on Shi Xiaoya's face. Seizing this opportunity, she quickly opened up, "Um! My name is Shi Xiaoya, and I am a freshman this year. I specialize in playing the pipa in the Music Department! I saw you at the opening ceremony today... I wanted to get to know you, so I was wondering if I could have your WeChat ID!" With that, she opened her phone and handed it over, her face blushing as red as a small apple.

Gu Lun was taken aback for a moment. He never expected things to turn out like this. When a girl asks for his WeChat, he can usually tactfully decline. But today, unexpectedly, he took the initiative to strike up a conversation...

After carefully observing the girl, she was indeed a pretty girl. However, since she studied traditional Chinese music while I myself studied ballet, we undoubtedly had no common language and inviting her to help with professional matters would be of little use (since ballet is generally accompanied by Western music). We didn't even have a hostile relationship, so it would be completely pointless to socialize with someone like her.

Glancing at the boy beside her, his head still hung low, fingers gripping the plastic seal on the bottle of his drink. The word "restless" seemed to be engraved on his cheeks, as clear as day.

After pondering for a moment, Gu Lun took the phone handed to him by the girl and entered his WeChat ID into it.