Fast Travel: Strategies and Counter-Strikes

Chapter 138 Spinning Dream One (4)

At noon, when the school was over, Ming Hua was about to go to the cafeteria to eat, but Zhu Zhu called her out happily.

"Someone looking for you."

"...Huh?" Ming Hua was stunned and walked out of the classroom at a loss.

Yan Xiao was leaning against the wall opposite the class. The moment she appeared, his lazy body stood up straight and walked towards her step by step.

Ming Hua's eyes widened, what's going on?Why did Yan Xiao come to her suddenly?

Yan Xiao walked up to her slowly, glanced down at her, his eyes full of emotions, his voice as cold as ever, "Why are you looking for me?"

"what?"

This is exactly what Ming Hua wanted to ask him.

Ming Hua raised her head, and the handsome face that was close at hand magnified in front of her eyes, and she involuntarily took a few steps back.

"Didn't you pass a note to me, asking me to come to you at noon?" Yan Xiao tilted her head, her dark eyes reflected her appearance, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Ming Hua was confused, her eyes drifted, and she saw Zhuzhu silently coming out of the back door. She gave her a thumbs up with both hands, her eyes lit up, and the words "Don't be cowardly" were written all over her body!Hurry up!

Minghua seemed to have guessed who wrote the note for a moment.

"That..." Ming Hua hesitated and spoke.

Yan Xiao stared at her intently.

Ming Hua lowered her head slightly and took a deep breath.

This is the perfect time to confess.

There was no one around, the corridor was quiet, and everyone rushed to the cafeteria at noon, and there were only her and Yan Xiao here.

She twisted her hands into a ball, Yan Xiao was not impatient at all, and waited for her next sentence wholeheartedly.

Ming Hua struggled for a while, and finally raised her head, her gaze was firm, and she said in a confident voice, "Senior Yan Xiao!"

Yan Xiao stared at her with eyes as deep as the sea.

"I...I want to..." Ming Hua pinched the fingers of the other hand tightly, and finished speaking in one breath, "I want to ask you if you know a senior named Ajin?"

... What a shame.

...she still couldn't make up her mind.

If only the love letter hadn't been taken away.

Yan Xiao frowned when he heard this. He asked a little unhappily, "Is this why you called me here?"

"Sorry!" Ming Hua seriously bowed to him.

"..."

Yan Xiao's thin lips were drawn into a line, cold and stubborn. He glanced to the other side and said decisively, "I've never heard of that person. Apart from this, do you have anything else you want to tell me?"

Cold sweat piled up on Ming Hua's forehead, and he thought it was true. Yan Xiao, a man of influence, was always known only by others. How could he remember a random person in the same grade?
"...No, not anymore." Ming Hua smiled guiltyly, "Senior Yan Xiao, go to eat quickly, excuse me! I'm leaving first!"

After finishing speaking, she fled away from Yan Xiao as if flying.

Yan Xiao was left alone, staring at her back silently, her eyes getting colder, and her hands hanging by her legs were tightly clenched into a ball.

Minghua quickly went down to the first floor, only to feel that it was not good. Although Zhuzhu didn't tell her in advance, Yan Xiao was invited out in her name, but it's not good for him to leave him there now.

Ming Hua struggled and wanted to go back and apologize to Yan Xiao, but felt embarrassed inside.

Why did she ask such a question at that time.

Simply.

Ming Hua was thinking as she walked slowly on the road to the dining hall. Sakura trees were planted on both sides of the road. Spring is the time when the cherry blossoms bloom brilliantly. The ground is covered with a layer of pink decoration, and the air is filled with a light fragrance.

No... the scent is so familiar.

Ming Hua came to her senses, raised her head, and caught a glimpse of a familiar figure on one side of the tree.

The sunlight shone through the leaves and petals on the top of the boy's head. He was lying lazily on the thick tree trunk, with one hand under his head and the other hand holding a small hourglass, quietly watching the hourglass pass by slowly.

(End of this chapter)