“Good afternoon.”
He looked An Qi over and seriously commented while touching his chin: “Suits you well.”
“Th-thanks.” She felt the atmosphere was strange…
This conversation between a senior she’d known for half a semester and a junior seemed weird… An Qi thought, covering her face.
The destination wasn’t far, and walking there was just right.
Yue Zijun naturally had great social connections, with around 20-30 people scattered at the gathering. Among them, An Qi unhappily saw Chen Ye and Mu Rou. Mu Rou clearly saw An Qi, but neither seemed interested in greeting the other.
They bought some random snacks and drinks at a supermarket, and Yue Zijun’s group entered a KTV and opened a large private room for the gathering.
The big room could be divided into two halves, with those wanting to sing going to the left, and those not wanting to sing could sit at the large table on the right to play games.
An Qi, who didn’t often participate in such activities, sat a bit nervously at the game table. She hadn’t expected the relatively cool Yan Qing to chat so openly with people around him, with several girls even surrounding him and talking, which made An Qi feel frustrated.
Biting a potato chip viciously, An Qi stared at the curly-haired girl closest to Yan Qing. She was practically pressed up against him! Yan Qing had clearly invited her to accompany him to the gathering… Looking at this, she absolutely didn’t need to come!!!
“Come, let’s play a game!”
A tall, thin boy with freckles raised his hand. An Qi looked carefully and realized he was Zhang Yang, the student who had helped her carry her luggage when she first enrolled… The world was indeed small.
“What are we playing? Werewolf?”
A girl suggested.
“Ah, we always play Werewolf, can’t we suggest something different!”
Zhang Yang waved his hand and directly vetoed the suggestion.
During the conversation, Yan Qing had already “broken through multiple obstacles” and sat next to An Qi, but the curly-haired girl had also sat down next to Yan Qing.
An Xi looked at Yan Qing with a grievance, turning her head away to avoid looking at him. Yan Qing smiled and glanced sideways at the curly-haired girl beside him, then leaned close to An Xi, whispering in her ear: “You’re quite a failure as a protector…”
“…”A glare…
How dare you… protector? Are you a flower?! An Xi was about to respond this way, but suddenly realized Yan Qing was way too close… His slightly curled eyelashes were practically brushing against her face…
The curly-haired girl behind her changed her expression, glaring hatefully at An Xi.
Of course, An Xi herself, who was being glared at, didn’t notice this at all.
All these small movements did not escape Mu Rou’s eyes. She subtly curved her mouth and raised her hand: “Senior Yue Zijun, why don’t we play a King’s Game version of Truth or Dare?”
☆ Chapter Twelve
