"Hey, I've had my eye on you for a while..." Just then, a tall, thin male student walked up to Luo Qingyao with a smile and said softly, "Could I get your contact details? I'm with the Student Union. If you ever need anything, just come to me."
He then took out the latest "Fruit" phone and smiled at her expectantly. Even an idiot could tell he had an ulterior motive.
Luo Qingyao hadn't expected a male student to hit on her, and she felt rather pleased with herself. Looks like I've still got it.
Despite her delight, she answered honestly, "Sorry, young man, but I don't have any contact details..."
Her gaze then fell on his phone, and she asked in confusion, "That's a phone, right? My daughter has one too..."
"Uh..." The male student froze, his mouth twitching. What a bizarre excuse to turn someone down. No contact details, and you don't even recognize a phone? Are you messing with me? Do I look like an idiot?
Although Luo Qingyao was telling the truth, practically anyone who heard her would have thought exactly the same thing as he did.
These days, almost everyone had a phone, and phones were becoming increasingly sophisticated and attractive.
But almost all of Luo Qingyao's memories were still stuck ten years in the past.
Back then, phones mostly still had physical keypads and fairly limited functions. How could they compare to the powerful smartphones of today?
Besides, she had previously spent most of her time either picking fights or on her way to pick a fight. It was hardly surprising that she knew nothing about these newfangled gadgets.
"Well... haha." The male student laughed awkwardly, then said, "You really know how to joke, miss... You look younger than me. How could you possibly