Lin Lin and Zhao Xiaoman stood outside the back door and watched for a while.
Lin Lin's lips were constantly turned up, and her eyes were frighteningly bright.
She lowered her voice, her tone carrying the excitement of discovering a treasure. "I knew it, Miaoyin was clearly going on a date."
Zhao Xiaoman nodded blankly.
The two had seen enough and prepared to leave.
Lin Lin kept turning back as she walked, wanting to take one last look.
But she wasn't looking where she was going.
He stepped on a small section of raised tile at the edge of the corridor, his ankle twisted, and he fell to the side.
"Oops!"
Lin Lin shouted out. Her voice was particularly loud in the quiet corridor.
She covered her mouth immediately after shouting, but it was too late.
The two people in the classroom were startled by the noise.
Su Miaoyin subconsciously raised her head, and then she froze.
She discovered that she and Cheng Che were much closer than she had imagined.
She was almost leaning sideways against his shoulder, her fingertips still touching the textbook.
From this angle, Cheng Che's profile was just centimeters in front of her.
Su Miaoyin's face instantly turned red.
She practically sprang to her feet, took a half-step back, and glanced frantically toward the doorway.
Then she saw Zhao Xiaoman supporting Lin Lin.
" Xiaoman?" Su Miaoyin asked in surprise, "What are you doing here? Where's Lin Lin?"
Zhao Xiaoman's expression was full of embarrassment, and she stammered, unable to speak.
At that moment, a hand reached out from under the table and waved in Su Miaoyin's direction.
"Hi."
Lin Lin's voice came out muffledly from under the table.
Su Miaoyin hurriedly went over and squatted down to help the person up.
Cheng Che sat in his chair, watching this scene, and roughly understood what was going on.
These two girls came to see Su Miaoyin, and they did so secretly.
He suddenly remembered the footsteps he had just heard.
Could it be his three roommates? It's quite possible.
I'll have to ask when I get back.
Su Miaoyin and Lin Lin worked together to help the person up.
Lin Lin's ankle was a little swollen, but she could still walk.
Su Miaoyin frowned and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Zhao Xiaoman looked embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.
Lin Lin remained calm, brushing the dust off her skirt and saying without changing her expression:
"I saw on the Tieba that a lot of people are asking about the club, and quite a few have gone to check it out in advance. Although our music club gets a lot of new members every year, it wouldn't be right to let those younger students come for nothing if we didn't arrange for someone to receive them. So Xiaoman and I came here to keep watch."
Upon hearing this, Su Miaoyin nodded:
"You're right, it was my oversight. I'll call someone over in a bit. Your foot is injured, go home and rest."
Lin Lin was taken aback.
She's been discovered.
She came to spy on Su Miaoyin's date, but got caught red-handed.
But Su Miaoyin didn't seem shy at all; instead, she was seriously considering the club's reception arrangements.
Are you Su Miaoyin?
Lin Lin tentatively asked, "Aren't you going back?"
Su Miaoyin shook her head and glanced at Cheng Che: "I still have class."
Cheng Che sat in the chair and waved to the two girls in a friendly manner.
The " Heartthrob of Ten Thousand " persona was quietly activated at this moment.
Lin Lin and Zhao Xiaoman both felt that the wave seemed to carry an indescribable sense of friendliness.
Their little faces flushed slightly, and a thought simultaneously popped into their minds:
No wonder Miaoyin was in such a hurry; who wouldn't be anxious about a handsome guy of this caliber? It seems the quality of handsome guys in the past was just too low.
Lin Lin was even more shocked.
She glanced at Su Miaoyin, then at Cheng Che, and suddenly realized:
So Miaoyin likes this kind of thing? Roleplay? No wonder she ignores other men.
"Okay," Lin Lin said, "Then we'll head back first."
Zhao Xiaoman quickly helped her up, and the two of them limped away from the classroom.
Su Miaoyin turned back to Cheng Che's side, opened the textbook, and continued lecturing.
Her tone was exactly the same as before, as if nothing had happened.
Cheng Che glanced at her, wondering if she was genuinely slow-witted, or just pretending.
Forget it, I'm too lazy to remind her. Anyway, the two of them are completely innocent.
On the other side, the three roommates ran out of the teaching building and stopped next to the flower bed. The three of them bent over, panting heavily.
Wang Zheng straightened up, caught his breath, and suddenly realized something was wrong. "Why are we running?"
Zhou Hao and Li Yuan exchanged a glance.
"I don't know."
Wang Zheng covered his face speechlessly.
He paused for a few seconds, then asked, "What if Brother Che finds out?"
"I don't know," they both said in unison.
Wang Zheng looked up at the sky and sighed.
How did I end up with two such incompetent teammates? He waved his hand. "Let's go back first. Pretend we don't know anything, so Brother Che doesn't find out."
Around dinner time, Cheng Che and Su Miaoyin finished their classes for the day.
Su Miaoyin was a little slower than usual when she was tidying up the teaching materials.
She stacked the books neatly, put the pens back in her pencil case, and checked the table again, as if she felt she had forgotten something.
"Will you come again tomorrow?" she asked.
"Here you go." Cheng Che put the books into his bag. "I'll do the homework Ms. Su assigned when I get home."
Upon hearing the words "Teacher Su," Su Miaoyin's lips twitched slightly, but she quickly composed herself and nodded.
"Okay. Remember to join the music club tomorrow, it'll be easier to keep in touch during class."
"Good."
The two separated.
Cheng Che walked towards the dormitory, while Su Miaoyin stood still, watching his back recede into the distance before slowly turning around and walking in the opposite direction.
Cheng Che walked along the road, he mentally planned what he would learn that day.
He has basically mastered the staff notation and has also figured out the structure of chords. All that's left is to practice and write more.
At this rate, it won't be long before I can try writing my first song.
Thinking about this, he felt a surge of excitement. Writing songs was truly a novel experience.
Just then, my phone rang.
He took it out and saw it was Old Qin.
He was somewhat surprised; although Old Qin would contact him on WeChat, he hadn't called him in a long time.
What was the purpose of this phone call? Was it to go to an international competition?
But his skills aren't fully developed yet.
"Hello."
Cheng Che!
Qin Lie's voice came through the receiver, full of energy and brimming with barely suppressed excitement.
Guess why I made that call?
"Something good has happened?"
"Of course there's good news!"
Qin Lie was practically shouting at the top of his lungs.
"The brand manager for Wilson Xia Country China called me personally, saying they want you to be the spokesperson for the Blade V10 tennis racket!"