Chapter 30

Chapter 30

"You're finally talking to me now. Tell me, which school are you going to choose? I want to go with you!"

Shang Yu remained silent.

"Come up and get the application form."

The teacher entered without saying much.

Xia Qingyue rushed up and took two forms, handing one to Shang Yu. The tears from earlier had disappeared, replaced by excitement.

"I'm so dumb. As long as we go to the same university, everything will be fine!"

She had been wondering if they would never see each other again for the rest of their lives.

Shang Yu pursed her lips. "I like men."

"Like men? What the hell?!" Xia Qingyue was shocked and blurted out profanity, "Do you already have someone you like?"

Shang Yu remained silent. She thought she meant she wasn't interested in same-sex relationships.

Xia Qingyue stared at her, "Oh."

She blinked, realizing her own tear-stained makeup and quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe it off.

"It's good that you're not into women. Why are you telling me this?" She wiped her tears while keeping an eye on Shang Yu's actions, trying to figure out which school she would choose.

Shang Yu had nothing to say. She thought this young girl was interested in her.

After all, she had always been a top student.

But what attracted her wasn't that she was a top student, but that she had a strong punch.

She often dreamed of the scene where she kicked away the hooligan.

It was like a goddess descending to earth, instantly stealing her heart.

Her favorite woman—Su... Ah, Shang Yu. Why couldn't she change her name?

Her favorite man—Huo Yu!

Shang Yu shook her head. "Average."

"Apologies." Shang Yu speaking to her was already enough to make Xia Qingyue happy.

Thinking about her failure in the college entrance examination, she felt some self-blame. "I'm sorry, I really didn't expect... It's okay, I'll treat you to a meal today. Let's go eat together."

"I have something to do today."

When Shang Yu saw that photo, she immediately thought of him. She had to go find him.

This was something that couldn't be delayed, otherwise, she would experience withdrawal symptoms. Only he could stop it.

"Can we be friends another day?" She looked at him pitifully.

They had been classmates for three years, but she didn't have his contact information and didn't know anything about his family situation.