Online Dating Fiasco with the Campus Heartthrob (DATING)
“Are you okay, Old Wang?” Zhou Yang hurried over then squat down to examine Wang Mingzhe’s foot. “I thought your foot had healed just now!”
“No, I was just too shocked…” Wang Mingzhe, having caught his breath, was still fixated on the online dating topic. “Brother Gu, you’re not really into online dating, are you?”
Gu Zhao’s expression remained unchanged. “None of your business.”
“Holy crap, he didn’t deny it!” Wang Mingzhe was so excited that he almost stood up again. “Not denying it means he admitted it!”
Gu Zhao’s tone was indifferent. “Your foot seems fine. Why don’t you take a few steps?”
Wang Mingzhe wasn’t fooled. “Don’t try to change the subject!”
“Brother Gu, this is a good thing! We all thought you’d end up alone—” Zhou Yang hit the brakes, “No, I mean, we all thought you’d never fall in love!”
Gu Zhao was silent for a few seconds before uttering two words. “I’m not.”
“I get it, I get it. It’s the online dating stage before meeting in person, right?” Wang Mingzhe, when he thought that he understood, launched into an interrogation. “How did you two meet? Is she pretty? How old is she? Which school—”
“Too many questions.” Gu Zhao cut him off directly before picking up his phone and heading towards the balcony.
“Hey, don’t leave!” Wang Mingzhe waved frantically.
Gu Zhao turned to look at him. “If you’ve got the guts, walk over here.”
“Brother Gu, you, you…” Wang Mingzhe hugged his leg in indignation. “You’re bullying someone who got injured for the sake of collective honor. Where’s your conscience?”
“Conscience?” Gu Zhao sneered. “What’s that?”
With that, he ignored the howls behind him and walked out onto the balcony.
When he opened the unclosed WeChat chat window, he noticed Mengmeng had sent another message.
Meng Mang: [When I wear the new dress tomorrow, I’ll take a picture for you, okay?]
G: [Alright, I’ll wait.]
Meng Meng: [What did you do today, Senior?]
G: [Nothing special.]
Meng Meng: [How can there be nothing special? Every day’s sun is new, so every day is a special day!]
Gu Zhao’s fingers hovered over the screen for a while but was unsure on how to reply.
Meng Meng: [If Senior thinks today is ordinary then Mengmeng will give you a special gift~]
Gu Zhao raised an eyebrow and a rare hint of interest flickering in his usually emotionless dark eyes.
G: [What gift?]
A few seconds later, Mengmeng sent several stickers in a row.
Meng Meng: [Let me show you something.jpg]
Meng Meng: [Wait, I’ll find it.jpg]
Meng Meng: [Pulls out a middle finger.jpg]
G: [?]
Meng Meng: [Haha, wrong one.jpg]
Meng Meng: [Pulls out a flower.jpg]
G: […]
Meng Meng: [Senior, isn’t this gift special?]
G: [Yeah, special.]
Meng Meng: [Just kidding, the real gift is tomorrow!]
G: [Then why did you tell me today?]
Meng Meng: [Because I want Senior to be happy today too~]
Meng Meng: [I hope Senior is happy every day!]
Gu Zhao leaned against the balcony railing.
The light from his phone screen reflects in his dark eyes, like scattered stars floating in the vast universe.
The cool breeze of early summer brushed against his forehead and seemingly stirring something else as well.
After a long while, the corners of Gu Zhao’s lips curved into a smile.
.......
On Monday, Ji Su had classes all day.
After dinner, he returned to the dormitory. Before he could even sit down to rest, Qiao Jin’s voice urged from behind, “Su Su, the black stockings!”
Ji Su sighed. “Can’t you let me rest for a bit?”
“I’m thinking of you. If Zhao Ziyun and Li You come back later, you won’t be able to wear them.” Qiao Jin’s consideration was thorough. “Hurry up and get it over with!”
Ji Su vaguely felt something was off and raised his eyes. “Qiao Jin, why are you so eager?”
“Because I want to see you in them—” Qiao Jin’s mouth was faster than his brain, but he quickly corrected himself, “Isn’t this all to help you take down that scumbag and get justice for our senior?”
Ji Su looked at him with suspicion. “Really?”
“Of course, why would I lie?” Qiao Jin grew more confident as he spoke. “Besides, you’ve already worn white stockings. What’s the big deal with wearing black ones?”
Ji Su: “…”
Qiao Jin: “Maybe the scumbag’s into that!”
“Fine.” Ji Su opened his wardrobe and pulled out the white dress and black stockings he’d bought yesterday with his emotions complicated.
As a straight man, he knew many men liked black stockings, but he never thought he’d be the one wearing them and taking photos for another man…
Ji Su took the dress into the bathroom.
He took off his shirt and jeans, and tried to figure out how to put it on.
A few minutes later, he had to call for help. “Qiao Jin, come and help me.”
Qiao Jin responded, “Coming, coming!”
When he pushed open the bathroom door, Qiao Jin froze in place.
Ji Su stood with his back to him in the bathroom.
The white strapless dress revealed his straight, slender shoulders while his beautiful shoulder blades partially hidden.
His narrow waist connected to his rounded, full hips, and below that were his long, pale legs…
“Qiao Jin?” Ji Su turned slightly while covering his chest. “Help me zip it up.”
“Oh, right!” Qiao Jin snapped out of it and quickly stepped forward to pull the zipper up.
“Thanks.” Ji Su sat on the chair and bent down to put on the black stockings.
The stockings were thin and sheer, so he was careful not to snag them.
Qiao Jin swallowed subtly and opened the bathroom door. “Let’s go to the bed.”
After the recent training, Ji Su had become quite skilled at posing for photos, and it didn’t take long before he produced a shot that satisfied Director Qiao.
“Susu, if you opened an account on Blue Bird and posted these photos, you’d definitely go viral.” Qiao Jin flipped through the photos. “The photos from the bloggers I follow are nowhere near as good as yours.”
“Huh?” Ji Su raised his face slightly. “What’s Blue Bird?”
........
Ji Su: “He replied. He said he likes it.”
“That’s it?” Qiao Jin’s face was full of surprise. “What kind of reaction is that? It’s so cold!”
Just as Ji Su was thinking about how to reply, he suddenly received a WeChat transfer notification.
G: [WeChat transfer: 52,000.00]
Ji Su didn’t look closely and just turned the phone screen to show Qiao Jin. “He transferred money to me.”
“Holy crap, what’s this about?” Qiao Jin’s eyes were fixed on the screen as he counted, “Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands—”
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and counted again but still unable to suppress his shock. “How much? 52,000?”
Ji Su was stunned. “That much?”
He took back his phone and just caught the following message.
G: [Very beautiful, I like it a lot.]
G: [Buy a few more new ones.]
Ji Su: “…”
What did that mean? Was he getting addicted?
Meng Meng: [No need, I’ve already bought a lot!]
G: [This one looks like pajamas. It’s not suitable for wearing outside.]
Ji Su finally realized that the scumbag wanted to monopolize Meng Meng’s black stockings, which was why he’d transferred money for more new dresses.
Hmph, wishful thinking.
Meng Meng: [How annoying, it doesn’t look like pajamas at all!]
G: [You said it was a special gift for me, but you showed it to others. How is it still a gift?]
Ji Su: “…”
Such strong logic. He couldn’t even argue.
“Wait—” Qiao Jin finally snapped out of his shock. “Large transfers like this can be reclaimed unless the note specifies it’s a voluntary gift!”
Ji Su glanced at the screen. “He added a note.”
Qiao Jin’s mouth opened and closed several times before he finally concluded, “The scumbag’s fallen in love!”
Ji Su’s expression was complicated. “Is that so?”
Qiao Jin declared firmly, “Where the money is, there’s the love!”
Ji Su couldn’t understand. “But he’s never even seen Meng Meng’s face. How could—”
“With those legs of yours, does the face even matter?” Qiao Jin clicked his tongue. “52,000! If that’s not love, then what is?”
Ji Su thought about the recent fraud news he’d seen and cautiously asked, “Is it possible he’s using Meng Meng to launder money?”
This was a possibility Qiao Jin had never considered, and he was momentarily stunned. “Huh?”
Just then, a new message came in.
G: [Mengmeng, are you mad?]
Meng Meng: [Hmph!]
G: [I’m not trying to restrict what you wear. You just don’t know how dirty men’s thoughts can be.]
Ji Su: “?”