At lunchtime, in the middle school girls' dormitory, Little He Qing had folded the scarf early and placed it inside an exquisite gift box.
Then she had held the box in her arms all morning without letting go, afraid it might get bumped, knocked, or somehow mysteriously disappear.
She kept taking deep breaths too, nervous as could be.
Han Wenwen came in carrying lunch she had bought off campus. "I bought lunch! I even specially got toothpick meat, Little Qing Qing's favorite."
Little He Qing sat on the bed, a little embarrassed. "Thanks for the trouble, Wenwen. I'll get lunch tomorrow noon."
Han Wenwen smiled and glanced at her, setting the food on the folding table. "What trouble? Today is the day Little Qing Qing is doing something big. As your bestie, I'm here to cheer you on. We're eating the victory meal in advance!"
Little He Qing lowered her head shyly. Han Wenwen handed her the chopsticks, and only then did she carefully put down the gift box. But a moment later, her little face turned deathly pale.
Han Wenwen blinked. "Are you okay?"
Little He Qing trembled in panic. "Wenwen, how do you think he'll answer me? I'm actually a little scared..."
Han Wenwen split apart her chopsticks and bit the tip. "Well, that's hard for me to answer. After all, Lin Zhengran isn't quite like other boys. But there is one thing I'm sure of." She smiled and said:
"And that's that after today, Little Qing Qing and Lin Zhengran's relationship will definitely improve."
Little He Qing slowly nodded.
The two best friends drank their drinks and ate lunch.
On the other side, Jiang Xueli and her mother brought Grandma home. Grandma sat on the sofa and asked her a few things about joining Child Star Studio.