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The fried rice cakes were indeed delicious. When it came to finding inconspicuous but delightful food, Jiang Cheng felt that Gu Fei’s skills had been maxed out.
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The fried rice cakes were indeed delicious. When it came to finding inconspicuous but delightful food, Jiang Cheng felt that Gu Fei’s skills had been maxed out.
– Present –
At three o’clock in the morning, Jiang Xiaoning parked his car around the corner of the street, walked a few steps and pushed the door into a 24-hour convenience store.
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Gu Fei rode to the front, keeping a distance from him at an unhurried pace. Jiang Cheng sometimes felt that Gu Fei’s keen observation ability and high EQ that prevented him from being too inquisitive about other people’s matters really irked him.
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Gu Fei took the self-reflection paper that Jiang Cheng had given him for the second time and unfolded it, and only after carefully determining that the name written above was ‘Gu Fei’ and not ‘Wang Xu’ or some other person, did he start to read it out loud once more: “I am Gu Fei, from Second Year Class 8’s. As a student of Si Zhong, I had uh… building…? … repeatedly violated the school’s what now… school rules. Being late is… is a uh… terrible mistake. Not only was I late, but I had also sat on the wall… uh, climbed. Climbed over the wall, which only added to… to my mistake…”
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That night, Jiang Cheng slept rather soundly. Before he fell asleep, he had thought that he might be plagued by a dream or two, but it was all a blank sheet, and he slept straight through to the next day, only waking up from the bitter cold.
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“Then…” Gu Fei also picked up a slice of beef jerky and put it in his mouth before he leaned against the sofa and chewed on it lethargically.
– Past –
Since the day Jiang Xiaoning lost control of his emotions by his words and rushed out through the door, Han Jia had not heard from him for one consecutive week.
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Jiang Cheng had quite a firm grip, especially in a state where he was feverish to the point of losing control from the alcohol and the lively atmosphere. The joints in Gu Fei’s hand were in extreme pain from being squeezed together, and it didn’t help that the mint candy in his palm was also pressing into his flesh like a pebble.
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Before the classes were divided in the First Year, Gu Fei was still in Class 1. At that time, there was a dolt in their class who was chatting in the back row with the girl he had just gotten with, probably also even brushing their elbows together occasionally, during the self-study period. Then after the self-study period was over, the guy would go straight to the bathroom.
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Looking at the scores, the second half of the game didn’t hold much suspense; as long as Class 8 didn’t stay rooted in place and wait for Class 7 to shoot, they would definitely be able to win.