Chapter 322: Chapter 322

As the final exams approached, most elective courses had ended, and the remaining time for core subjects was mostly used for self-study.

Most day students at the school began to gradually return to the dormitories, burning the midnight oil. During busy study times, the three hottest places on campus were the library, the study room, and the cafeteria.

Zhao Meimei and her friends loved going to Cafeteria No. 4 because the chef’s dishes were delicious and particularly popular at school. When it was time to eat, everyone rushed there, afraid that if they were a step slower, they wouldn’t get the tasty food.

As soon as class was over at noon, Zhao Meimei immediately walked with Peng Hui and Qian Simeng, arm in arm, hurrying to the cafeteria to eat.

Zhao Meimei walked in the middle, looking down to send a message to Shi Yang, while Peng Hui and Qian Simeng flanked her like crutches, guiding the way and urging, "Hurry up, stop texting, or we won’t get any beef stew with tomatoes!"

Just as they were about to reach the cafeteria entrance, Peng Hui and Qian Simeng suddenly pulled Zhao Meimei back a couple of steps to the side.

Zhao Meimei looked up and saw a pile of papers scattered on the ground, with a boy squatting down, frantically picking them up.

A gust of wind blew, and the papers shuffled to the side.

The boy was worried sick and hurriedly sped up his gathering.

Peng Hui and Qian Simeng, eager to secure their meals, ignored this and pulled Zhao Meimei, attempting to dodge past him into the cafeteria. Zhao Meimei glanced at the boy and stopped Peng Hui and Qian Simeng: "Wait a minute!"

The boy squatting on the ground, picking up the papers, was tall and thin, wearing a black down jacket with spiky hair sticking up, sporting a pair of fleece sweatpants. He used one hand to hold onto the papers in his arms and the other hand kept quickly picking up papers while anxiously reminding passing students who were hurrying to get their meals to watch their step.

Many rushed past the cafeteria entrance, but no one wanted to squat down to help pick up the papers at this moment.

Zhao Meimei said, "I know him, I’ll help him pick up the papers. You guys go in and get the food first!"

Peng Hui and Qian Simeng, remembering their mission to get food, quickly left Zhao Meimei and rushed into the cafeteria.

Zhao Meimei crouched down to help pick up the scattered papers on the ground.

Dong Wenjie, who had an anxious look on his face while squatting, revealed an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Meimei helped pick up the papers that had flown away and walked over to Dong Wenjie.

Dong Wenjie looked up with a surprised expression: "It’s you? Thank you!"

Zhao Meimei smiled slightly, helped him gather up the papers, and asked, "Did you lose any?"

Dong Wenjie gathered the papers in his arms: "I don’t think so." Then he apologetically said, "Did I delay your meal?"

Zhao Meimei said, "It’s fine, my friends are getting it for me."

Dong Wenjie followed Zhao Meimei into the cafeteria, holding the papers. The line at the food counter was crowded with people.

Zhao Meimei found an empty table to sit at, waved at Peng Hui who was craning her neck looking for her at the serving counter, and only sat down after seeing that she noticed.

Dong Wenjie asked, "How many of you are there? Can I sit here?"

Zhao Meimei said, "Three. Sure, you sit here, I’ll watch your stuff, go get your food."

After thanking her, Dong Wenjie placed the papers on the chair and turned to queue for food.

Peng Hui was the first to return. She plopped the tray on the table and immediately asked gossipingly, "Who was that guy just now?"

Zhao Meimei recounted the story of how she knew Dong Wenjie.

Peng Hui’s eyes widened bit by bit: "Such a thing could happen to you, it’s fate!"

Zhao Meimei rolled her eyes: "Fate, my foot! Let me see what dishes you got for me!"

Qian Simeng also returned shortly, and Zhao Meimei repeated what she had told Peng Hui.

Qian Simeng said, "I took a glance at him on my way back, he looks quite spirited!"

Peng Hui was curious: "Really? I didn’t look closely, is he handsome?"

Qian Simeng nodded in praise: "Handsome!"

Peng Hui was delighted: "Oh really, then I must take a good look."

Soon, the handsome guy, Dong Wenjie, returned with two trays. He placed the one with the meal in front of himself and the one filled with dishes in the middle of the table, smiling slightly as he said, "I got there a bit late, but these dishes look pretty good, help yourselves. It’s my treat."

Dong Wenjie set the trays down, then picked up the papers that were on the chair.

Peng Hui first noticed the trays, then turned her head to look at him, all she saw was a dense head of hair, and didn’t get to see his face yet.

"Oh, you actually got fried chicken wings, I wanted to buy some before, but I ran out of space on my tray." Qian Simeng, upon seeing the food, immediately beamed with joy.

Dong Wenjie placed the papers on his lap and sat down beside Zhao Meimei. He lifted his head and smiled: "Is that so? I’m glad you like it."

When Dong Wenjie raised his head, Peng Hui finally got a good look at his face. Once she did, she forgot to maintain her usual pretentious calm and dignified demeanor in front of others and scrutinized Dong Wenjie from head to toe, wishing she could strip off his down jacket to see the broad shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs inside. Chapters fırst released on novel•fire.net

Dong Wenjie was indifferent to Peng Hui’s deliberate scrutiny, only responding with a warm smile.

Peng Hui was captivated by the smile on his face, causing her brain to instantly shut down; by the end of the meal, she hadn’t paid attention to what she had eaten.

Dong Wenjie ate relatively quickly. After finishing, he said to Zhao Meimei, "I have something to do, I’m leaving first. Thank you for today. Next time, if I have the chance, I’ll treat you, ah, Mengmeng and Peng Hui as well, I’ll treat you all to a meal."

Peng Hui leaned her neck forward toward Dong Wenjie, asking, "Do you know our phone numbers? How will you contact us then?"

Zhao Meimei and Dong Wenjie were both taken aback for a moment.

Dong Wenjie said, "Uh, I don’t. Why don’t you give me your dorm room phone number?"

Zhao Meimei just wanted to decline, but Peng Hui hurriedly stated the number: "810..."

Dong Wenjie repeated it twice to remember, smiling as he said, "I’ll call you when I have time, goodbye!"

As Dong Wenjie disappeared from view, Peng Hui continued to crane her neck and stared.

Zhao Meimei waved her chopsticks in front of Peng Hui’s face: "Hey, hey! Come back to reality! He’s long gone!"

Peng Hui retracted her gaze, smiling with lovestruck eyes: "Hehehe! He’s really handsome!!"

Zhao Meimei made a face that couldn’t bear to look directly: "There are many handsome guys, you usually don’t act this way!"

Peng Hui placed her hand on her chest: "I think I’m smitten with him."

Qian Simeng was speechless and asked, "What do you mean by ’think’?"

Peng Hui lowered her eyelids and smiled: "I’ve decided I want to pursue him. He’s the tree I want to find."