I Am the President of the University

When they were approaching the school gate, Qian Jiahui saw Chen Hao standing there and trotted away.

Like a gust of wind, it came to Chen Hao in an instant.

Chen Hao thought of a sentence in his mind, "If I were to see you, I would run away."

But because of these words, Chen Hao couldn't help but smile when he thought of Ponyo running towards Zongsuke.

"What makes you smile so happily when you think of it?" Qian Jiahui took a breath and didn't understand why this guy was laughing.

"The way you just ran over reminds me of Hayao Miyazaki's cartoon "Ponyo on the Cliff". Do you look like that Ponyo?" Chen Hao said with a smile.

"Are you saying I'm cute like Ponyo or stupid like him?" Qian Jiahui's cheeks swelled, as if you said the latter, I want you to look good.

"Didn't you tell me everything? Of course it's the latter." Chen Hao raised his eyebrows and replied seriously.

"You're stupid!" Qian Jiahui's pink mouth pouted as if she was aggrieved, and her face looked a little angry.

The dim light of the evening shone on Qian Jiahui's face. Her delicate facial features seemed to have no blind spots, and she looked good from any angle. Especially when he is angry now, he looks particularly cute.

Chen Hao watched quietly, his eyes gradually softening, thinking to himself, as expected, a good-looking sister is better than code.

As if sensing Chen Hao's gaze, Qian Jiahui's cheeks turned red with embarrassment, and the roots of her ears were extremely red.

Qian Jiahui kicked her foot and said in a tone that seemed angry and almost coquettish: "Let's go, why are you still standing there!"

After saying that, he walked forward alone, but after taking a few quick steps, he slowed down for fear that Chen Hao would not catch up.

"A woman is even more outrageous than the typhoon on Ludao Island. How can she fall out so easily?" Chen Hao shook his head and followed.

The two were walking side by side, and the students walking by couldn't help but cast lemony glances. It doesn't matter if the man is so handsome, but it's outrageous that the woman is so good-looking!

"I've been very busy lately, I'm really sorry." Chen Hao said apologetically.

"I know that there are so many things in the school. Being the principal is of course busy. Grandpa used to be busy until late at night." Qian Jiahui said softly while walking on the road.

But after he finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something. He frowned and turned his head with a fierce look, "But you are so busy, you must not stay up late! Staying up late is harmful to your body. The body is the capital of the revolution, and there are also things you need to do Drink more water, at least 8 glasses a day, and..."

Hearing this pile of people, Chen Hao's head was buzzing and he coughed quickly: "Ahem, should we go to Zhongshan Road now or SM Plaza?"

"Let's go to Zhongshan Road. My roommate said there is a good store in Chinatown. You can go shopping after eating." After saying this, Qian Jiahui paused and listened.

Chen Hao also stopped and looked at Qian Jiahui, "What's wrong? Did you forget to bring something?"

Qian Jiahui shook his head, feeling suddenly depressed, biting his lip, "Chen Hao, can you accompany me to a bookstore next door first?"

Looking at Qian Jiahui, whose eyes were slightly red, Chen Hao didn't ask anything and said gently: "Okay, I will listen to you."

Dongmen Bookstore is a small bookstore located on the street outside the east gate of Ludao University. Its name is also simply called "Dongmen Bookstore". It occupies a small area of ​​only more than 20 square meters.

The bookstore seemed to be closed at the moment, and there was a U-shaped lock on the glass door handle.

Although the glass door is slightly yellowed, the surface is clean and there is no dust. With the help of a street light, you can barely see the layout inside.

At this moment, there were several men and women standing in front of the Dongmen Bookstore. They seemed to be quite old, about thirty or forty.

On the other hand, there were young students walking by chatting and laughing on the side of the road, and they simply passed by such a simple shop.

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I haven’t finished writing yet, but I’m still writing. I’m so sorry!