At two thirty in the afternoon, Qin Ze and Zhang Ya watched a movie. The plot was nothing more than the same old bitter-before-sweet routine. Qin Ze was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open, while Zhang Ya watched with great relish, hugging his arm, watching for a while and then eating a piece of popcorn. Every now and then, she even fed him some, as though they really were a couple.
At four thirty, they followed the crowd out of the theater. Zhang Ya was still savoring the movie with great relish. "That was so good. I just love touching romance stories like that."
Qin Ze could only give a dry laugh.
Afterward, they went for dessert. This time, Zhang Ya treated him. Plenty of stylish young professionals came and went, and men in suits would always sneak a few glances at her. If Qin Baobao had been there, the number of heads turning would have been even higher. Qin Ze was already used to it. The only difference was that passersby no longer gave him those resentful, indignant looks as though a flower had been stuck in a pile of manure. This time, there was at least some admiration for how well-matched they looked.
For one thing, Qin Ze's looks had improved. For another, Zhang Ya was just a little inferior to Qin Baobao.
Qin Ze had his own scoring system for beautiful women, evaluating them professionally based on looks, figure, skin, and various other criteria.
Qin Baobao: nine points.
He had always believed that a perfect ten did not exist. Of course, that was without taking temperament into account. Otherwise, his sister would fail.
Wang Zijing: 8.5 points.
The young lady from the capital fell short of Qin Baobao in both figure and looks.
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