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"Cheers!"
Miao Chengmin and the members of Dorm 305 clinked their glasses again, beer spilling over the edges of their cups and into the bubbling spicy hot pot below.
"Hey, hey, hey, I can't hold my liquor!" Miao Chengmin grabbed Li Tao's arm, trying to stop him from pouring more alcohol for her. But Li Tao was relentless, determined to fill her cup again.
"Let's drink to good times! How many moments of joy do we have in life? We should cherish them!" Li Tao wrapped his arm around Miao Chengmin's shoulders, lifted the bottle, and filled her nearly empty cup once more.
Miao Chengmin looked at her cup, now overflowing with an unknown amount of alcohol, revealing a mix of helplessness and a touch of gratitude on her face.
In the corner, Ming Juan and Yu Feiyao continued to exchange messages with their heads down.
"Should I go ask them?" Yu Feiyao suggested.
"Forget it," Ming Juan replied. "I already have a good connection with that senior."
Yu Feiyao sent a frustrated emoji in response.
"Gentlemen, all the ingredients you ordered are here," the waiter announced as he brought over the last plate of beef brisket.
The two who had been chatting only just realized that none of the ingredients had been placed in the pot yet.
Just as Ming Juan was about to get up to grab some tongs, Yu Feiyao stopped her: "No need, I'll help you."
Ming Juan didn't dare say much; she was afraid her voice would be recognized, so she let Yu Feiyao serve the food.
However, neither of them noticed the waiter who had brought them their dishes.
Returning to the counter, the waiter glanced at Ming Juan's table and then cautiously eyed Miao Chengmin before crouching down behind the counter to make a phone call.
"Is there something?"
Wang Ruihu's arrogant tone came through on the other end of the line.
"Young Master, Miss Ming and that troublesome Miao Chengmin are here with us," the waiter reported.
"Huh?!" Wang Ruihu straightened up from his reclined position and looked out through the car window toward the university—he was still on his way back to campus.
"Are they sitting together or what?" Wang Ruihu ground his teeth, his hawk-like gaze looking quite menacing.
"No, they're just in the same restaurant," the waiter clarified. "I wanted to ask if you need any... special service?"
"Oh? Hahaha..." Wang Ruihu waved his hand dismissively. "You handle it as you see fit; preferably see if you can test that Miao Chengmin a little."
"Understood." The waiter grasped Young Master Wang's intention and waited for him to hang up before straightening his clothes and walking toward Ming Juan's table.
"Here you go, Juanzi," Yu Feiyao said as she picked up a piece of shrimp paste. "This is your absolute favorite."
"Ah," Ming Juan smiled slightly, her sunglasses hiding her eyes making it hard for anyone to read her expression. "I can't believe you still remember."
"Of course! Back in elementary school, you dragged me to some Michelin restaurant for seafood, and you kept ordering shrimp paste..."
As soon as Ming Juan heard it, she hurriedly gestured for Yu Feiyao to be quiet. Yu Feiyao immediately covered her mouth but still looked at Ming Juan with a puzzled expression, silently asking her: What happened again?
Yu Feiyao did not understand the concept of a Michelin restaurant; she thought it was just the name of a restaurant. However, she had no idea that there were only thirty restaurants in the country that had received the Michelin honor.
Ming Juan anxiously glanced around. "I hope Fei's words won't attract anyone's attention," Ming Juan thought to herself. However, what she didn't want was exactly what happened.
"Hey? A Michelin restaurant? You must be Miss Ming!" The waiter who had just served them approached, his loud voice drawing the attention of everyone in the restaurant.
"Uh..." Yu Feiyao was stunned; now she realized how much trouble she had brought to Ming Juan.
"Miss Ming, I’m your fan! A loyal fan! Can you give me an autograph?!" The waiter pulled out a sticky note and a pen, trembling as he handed them to Ming Juan.
Ming Juan took one look and guessed that this person had planned this—what waiter carries a pen with them and only pulls out one sticky note?
"Ah... I'm sorry, you've got the wrong person." Yu Feiyao quickly stood up and blocked the waiter with her hand across the table. "She is not the young lady of the Ming Family; she is just my friend."
Ming Juan looked around helplessly; everyone's eyes were on her, and she really wished she could dig a hole and bury herself in it.
The waiter continued to pester Yu Feiyao, his voice growing more excited as if Yu Feiyao had ruined something important for him.
Yu Feiyao was getting angrier; with her boyish personality, how could she tolerate someone being so unreasonable, especially towards her best friend?
"Are you sick?! If she doesn't want to give you an autograph, then just leave her alone! Why are you bothering her? Who do you think you are?!" Yu Feiyao shouted, her face flushed. She had initially wanted to stay calm but had completely lost her temper.
"What do you mean?" The waiter was also unhappy; although he had simply come over to create trouble for Ming Juan, "What are you? The Ming Family is like this, and you still want to defend her? I just like Miss Ming!"
"You son of a b****!" Yu Feiyao was so angry that she raised her bowl as if she would splash soup on the waiter's face. "Are you trying to see who has less manners? Come on!!"
Other waiters rushed over immediately to separate them. Meanwhile, Ming Juan just sat at her seat, looking down at the boiling hot pot.
"What’s going on here?" Li Tao asked around, but his roommates all shook their heads.
Only Miao Chengmin remained still; he was staring at the girl wearing sunglasses and a mask, not moving at all.
"It seems... it's that young lady from the Ming Family." A girl at the next table gossiping said, "The one involved in that recent corruption scandal. I heard their family has been oppressing the common people for two hundred years without anyone intervening!"
"Oh dear, it's good to live in a society governed by law; this young lady is also someone everyone wants to criticize."
A few girls huddled together chattering away.
Miao Chengmin knew a bit about the recent anti-corruption storm but only knew that a top ten national group was under investigation, unaware that it was Ming Juan's family group.
"It really seems to be that Ming Juan." Li Tao looked again and said: "Look at her hair."
Miao Chengmin suddenly remembered that Ming Juan had curly brown-yellow hair!
"That's really her!" Miao Chengmin was about to stand up when suddenly, his reluctant legs stuck to the chair.
"What does she have to do with you?" Miao Chengmin questioned himself. "She's already in rumors with you, and the one fanning the flames is the wealthy Wang Ruihu. If you want to ruin your college life, go ahead!"
Miao Chengmin straightened his back but slowly slumped down, calling out to his roommates, "Stop staring, it's my birthday today, give me some face, heh."
"Oh oh oh, got it!" Big Boss spoke up, and the roommates hurriedly turned their heads back to continue eating the food on their table that was almost finished.
"Alright, alright!" A woman who looked like the manager came out from the back work area. "What's going on? Why all the shouting?"
"He..." Yu Feiyao pointed at the waiter, just about to speak when Ming Juan suddenly stood up and grabbed Yu Feiyao's arm.
"Eh?" Yu Feiyao turned to look at Ming Juan, who had her head lowered. The sunglasses and mask covered most of her face, and with her long bangs obscuring her features, hardly anything was visible.
Perhaps it was because nothing was clear that everyone felt a strong sense of killing intent and pressure coming from Ming Juan at that moment. The waitstaff unconsciously took a step back.
"Fei, let's go." Saying this, Ming Juan pulled out a platinum card from her bag and slammed it on the table with a "thud," addressing the woman, "Sorry for disturbing your establishment. This is a small compensation; I hope you can accept my sincere apologies."
With that, she dragged the still-dazed Yu Feiyao and quickly left the hot pot restaurant.
Looking at the empty table still steaming with heat, Miao Chengmin felt an inexplicable sense of guilt wash over him despite having no connection to it.
"Juan, let's order takeout, okay? We can eat in the dorm..."
"I'm full."
"Then... how about we go to KTV? Sing some songs?"
Yu Feiyao was unwillingly being pulled along by Ming Juan, her body leaning backward.
"Or we could go watch a movie? I heard China's first superhero film is out; we..."
Ming Juan suddenly stood still at the stairs of the University Activity Center.
"Juan'er..." Yu Feiyao realized she had made Ming Juan very angry. She hoped Ming Juan would show some of that rich young lady's spirit and give her a good slap.
But Ming Juan was not that kind of young lady. Yu Feiyao only felt her arm being tightly gripped as she was pulled closer to Ming Juan.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong, sister..." Yu Feiyao said with a hint of tears in her voice. "You can hit me."
"Why would I hit you?" Ming Juan replied lifelessly. "If you're hungry, go eat something else. I want to be alone for a while."
"Then..." Yu Feiyao noticed her arm had been released by Ming Juan. "Be safe and come back early, okay?"
Ming Juan ignored her, shoved her hands into her pockets, and walked down the stairs.
"Um... guys, I'm going to grab some copies from the academy; excuse me."
A voice behind Yu Feiyao caught her attention. Instinctively turning around, she saw six boys walking together. One of them put down his phone and hurriedly ran to the front of the group, quickly saying goodbye before rushing down the stairs.
"Hey?! This guy!" Li Tao was quite dissatisfied with Miao Chengmin's hurried farewell. "It's his birthday today; at least he should accompany us for a while, right?"
"Let him go," the Dormitory Leader said. "That photocopy is probably his personal information after successfully applying for financial aid. If anything goes wrong in the future, that photocopy will be very important."
"Six thirty..." Miao Chengmin glanced at the Time.
Coach Jiang had notified him that the office would likely be empty by seven tonight, so if Miao Chengmin wanted to get the photocopy today, he needed to hurry.
However, the college was too far from the University Activity Center, and he had just walked over with his friends without any means of transportation.
"Alright," Miao Chengmin thought. "I'll consider it extra training."
The distance was about two kilometers. After leaving the activity center, Miao Chengmin started running down a nearby path.
This path had almost no streetlights, making it a place where few people ventured out at night. However, after running a short distance, Miao Chengmin saw a couple passionately embracing against the wall. He curled his lip and deliberately stepped heavily as he turned at the next right angle.
As a result...
Miao Chengmin suddenly saw a shoe sticking out on the ground around the corner!
This startled him, and then he noticed a black figure timidly hiding behind the wall, revealing half of their body.
Miao Chengmin abruptly stopped; his left foot, which had already stepped out, couldn't be pulled back and instead twisted to the side.
But with that twist, he ended up stepping right on that shoe.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
A girl's voice cried out in pain as she stumbled and fell, followed by a shout.
"Hiss—" A sharp pain shot through Miao Chengmin's brain. Years of training experience told him that this feeling likely meant he had twisted his ankle.
"Are you okay?!" The girl who had been stepped on jumped up in pain but immediately bent down carefully to try to help Miao Chengmin up.
"Don't move! Let me rest for a moment," Miao Chengmin said as he sat up while holding his ankle. What followed was an intoxicating fragrance that captivated all the boys—a scent unlike many girls', blending orchid and lavender.
Miao Chengmin even felt strands of hair brushing against his cheek.
"Senior?"
Hearing that voice made Miao Chengmin shudder.
"Ming Juan?"
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