Chapter 331 The Background Fiancée in Campus Novel (34)

Chapter 331 The Background Fiancée in the Campus Story (34)

Young Master Cen's bed change became the center of attention—only at St. John's University could a 311 steel-framed hard bed collapse, making the school legendary!

"Everyone, guess how much Cen Yinghuai weighs? I bet at least 10 sows worth."

"Think bigger, comment above! After all, the bed's load limit was 200 pounds!"

"Hahaha, even the RA's jaw dropped when they moved the bed out today!"

Indeed, the beds at St. John's University are old, but this is the first time someone actually managed to collapse one...

Cen Yinghuai scrolled through the forum, flagging every comment that rubbed him wrong!

What 10 sows? Your whole family are pigs!

"I'm really curious, who was sleeping on the lower bunk under Cen Yinghuai? The bed collapsed—is the person okay?"

Like anything could happen to Tang Qing!

She's perfectly fine.

But seeing this comment, Cen Yinghuai suddenly recalled the moment he held Tang Qing yesterday...

So sweet and soft.

And that flash of pale skin.

To his shame... Cen Yinghuai realized his face was burning again.

His eyes automatically wandered toward Tang Qing, but before they could land, Zheng Hongwei's mug suddenly appeared in front of him!

"What?!"

Annoyed, Cen Yinghuai pulled his chair back.

"Hehehe, young master, the faculty advisor asked me to give you this city competition registration form."

"Remember that clash of pride between you and Cao Zhong?"

"That's champion material! The faculty advisor recommended you for the city competition..."

Handed the registration form, Cen Yinghuai saw the event was on a Saturday and immediately frowned. "Dragging me out on a weekend to slave away? Only a sucker would go."

Just as he was about to refuse, Tang Qing, sitting in the front row, caught wind of this and curiously asked, "A city competition?"

"Can we go watch?"

Zheng Hongwei thought for a moment and replied, "Sure, probably."

"If we go, would that make us your cheering squad?"

Just hearing the word "family"...

Cen Yinghuai suddenly felt... a little flustered.

Especially when he imagined Tang Qing cheering for him from the stands—maybe... it might actually be worth it.

The young master, who had refused to be a workhorse just a second ago, suddenly changed his mind. In quick strokes, he began filling out his personal information, committing without hesitation!

"Tang Qing! The match is at 2 PM, you're coming to watch me, right?"

Cen Yinghuai didn’t even notice how brightly his eyes were shining as he looked at Tang Qing, his eyes holding nothing but her.

"Okay." With a gentle smile, Tang Qing beamed back at him, looking just like her usual angelic self.

"I’m going too."

Amid the sudden burst of excitement, Shen Shu’s voice suddenly cut in, completely out of nowhere.

Cen Yinghuai was stunned. "Did I invite you?"

"I’m free on Saturday."

What kind of reason was that!

Had Shen Shu been acting weird lately?

Someone who was always cold and disliked socializing had suddenly gotten weirdly active these past few days.

As Cen Yinghuai and the top student locked eyes in a standoff, Zheng Hongwei suddenly thought...

Are these two a little too close?

Cen Yinghuai’s swimming competition eventually became a Class 1403 hangout. Just as Cen Yinghuai and Shen Shu were discussing whose family driver to use, Tang Qing’s phone buzzed.

A photo from Song Yijin popped up.

"Two milk teas."

"Want one?"

Enlarging the photo, it was the same kind as last time when she treated him, even the sweetness level was identical.

"Oho~ Doctor Song, playing hard to get. Complaining about trans fats but still getting his usual iced, half-sweet." The system chimed in upon seeing the picture, eager to stir things up. "Heh, you’ve kept him waiting—now the doc’s antsy."

Tang Qing quickly replied, "Sure."

"Five minutes."

Song Yijin: "Three."

"Not here in three? Trash."

Tsk. Guess she’d kept him waiting too long—Doc Song was kinda pissed.

Realizing Song Yijin’s intent, Tang Qing abruptly stood up. "Gotta run for a sec."

As she brushed past Shen Shu, the top student’s smile vanished, his expression turning cold.

Only one person could pull Tang Qing away with a WeChat—most likely that School Doctor Song...

"You came?"

Dead on—2:09—Song Yijin finally saw Tang Qing.

You little brat.

Treating his clinic like a damn convenience store, waltzing in and out whenever.

"Was about to toss it."

Despite his words, Song Yijin still pushed the milk tea toward Tang Qing.

"Dr. Song, haven’t seen you in days. You actually ordered takeout?"

Fully aware that Song Yijin had done this just to see her, Tang Qing couldn’t resist teasing him. "What? Since when do you like powdered creamer?"

"Don’t like it."

Song Yijin looked Tang Qing over calmly. Even in her male disguise, it was obvious she was gorgeous, especially her eyes and brows.

Around him, Tang Qing was always brash and free-spirited.

She was like a whimsical gust of wind, going wherever she pleased—no one could pin her down...

During the time he hadn’t seen her, he’d caught himself missing her more than he should.

Wondering when she’d come to find him...

He’d kept glancing at the door countless times—until today.

It hit Song Yijin then that when she blew back into his life, he’d already reached out.

It was him... who wanted to catch it.

"I wanted... to ask you a favor."

Meeting his gaze, Tang Qing even playfully blinked at him. "What kind of help?"

"Girlfriend."

For a second, she wondered if she’d heard right!

She choked on her milk tea, and the doctor smoothly handed her a tissue. "Here."

"Dr. Song... you think two cups of milk tea are enough to con me into being your girlfriend? That’s too easy a deal."

"Two cups."

Dead serious, Song Yijin pushed the other cup toward her. "Enough?"

Of course not.

"You’re joking?"

Only then did Song Yijin explain the truth—he’d chosen St. John's University’s clinic to hide from his family’s business affairs.

Unexpectedly, some "busybody" had recently emailed the Song family patriarch, ratted him out.

"The old man gave me an ultimatum—get married or get serious about work. I had to give him an answer."

His gaze grew steady as he looked at Tang Qing.

His eyes held a thousand unspoken words. He said slowly, "Tang Qing, I chose marriage."

System alert: "Detected increase in Song Yijin’s love meter. Current affection value: 61 points."