Jiang Muzhou covered the phone receiver, finally finding a relatively quiet place—the restroom.
Leaning lazily against the door, he asked, "Lu Huai'an hasn't come to find you? What time is it? Haven't you eaten anything until now?"
Lin Chu felt even worse, responding gloomily, "…Yeah."
Not eating is a small matter, but being angry is a big deal.
"Calling you stupid is a compliment," Jiang Muzhou mocked with a fake smile, switching the phone to his right ear.
It's not surprising.
For years, Lu Huai'an never really looked at Lin, yet she still clung to him like a plaster, wishing to kiss the trophy Lu Huai'an once won for the school every time she saw it.
Standing him up is nothing.
But everyone only gets one chance at being eighteen.
"Where are you? Text me your exact location, and I'll ride my chariot to pick you up."
As shameless as it sounds, what he said was somehow reassuring.
"Zhouzhou, you're so good," Lin Chu was moved to tears.
