★, Chapter Thirty-One
During dinner, without Lin Feifei’s presence, An Xi and Yan Qing enjoyed themselves, with a very pleasant atmosphere.
After eating, An Xi wiped her mouth with a napkin, looking at the empty plate in front of her with a “seeking praise” expression, saying: “How was it? See how economical I am!”
“Mm, looks like you’re easy to take care of,” Yan Qing nodded supportively, using his fork to eat the last broccoli on his plate.
“By the way, Yan Qing…” An Xi recalled what the counselor said in class a few days ago, her expression turning somewhat melancholic.
“What’s wrong?” Yan Qing put down his fork, propping his chin with his hand.
“The specific time and location for our senior year sketching trip has been decided,” An Xi sighed, “It’s in mid-October this year, going to Y City for twelve days of sketching.”
“Y City?” Yan Qing immediately understood why An Xi looked so dejected.
Although Y City is spring-like all year round, with famous scenery, and its folk customs are very suitable for art students to sketch, but… it’s far from their city, and the school’s budget probably won’t make their trip very comfortable.
“Sitting on a train for twenty-seven hours and thirty-eight minutes… and not even providing three meals…” Seeing how precisely she remembered this time, one could feel her deep resentment.
“Like that…” Yan Qing squinted, thinking about something.
“There are still five months… Five months and I’ll have to go…” An Xi moaned, lying on the table.
“…Did you go last life?” Yan Qing thought, in his memory, An Xi from the last life didn’t seem to have gone to Y City…
“Last life we sketched in our own city… I don’t know why this time it changed to Y City!”
An Xi bit the straw in front of her, trying to suck something from the bottom of an already empty cup… The milk tea here was really good, just too small in portion!
“…Oh?” Yan Qing pushed his untouched milk tea towards An Xi, “Help me drink it! It’s too sweet.”
“…You clearly haven’t even tasted it,” An Xi mumbled, pouring some of Yan Qing’s tea into her cup and pushing it back, “Don’t spoil me so much… What if I become arrogant! Try it… it’s really delicious.”
“It’s fine.” Yan Qing curved his mouth, obediently biting the straw and drinking.
Indeed, just as he thought, it was a bit too sweet… But he would still finish it.
“I still really don’t want to go to Y City…
