Prince charming, your persona has collapsed!-Chapter 940 - 398: Might Not Have Time_2

Chapter 940 -398: Might Not Have Time_2

Chang Hao said: “If there’s a girl, who invites me to dinner, and even advises me at the table, telling me to forget about Yanyan, saying I’m great and deserve a better girl, what do you think that girl means?”

“Ah, this one?”

Gu Yaoyao, being a versatile girl, blinked her eyes and said, that girl invited you for a meal alone.

“And said those things.”

“Then that girl probably likes you.”

“~”

With just one sentence from Gu Yaoyao, Chang Hao’s mind was filled with the image of Shen Yu in her elegant dress, a Jiangnan girl, gentle and lovely.

“She likes me?” Chang Hao’s mouth corners even involuntarily curled up a bit.

Gu Yaoyao noticed Chang Hao’s reaction and thought he must be interested in that girl.

So she said: “She probably does, girls don’t casually invite boys to dinner unless there’s something special going on. Why did she invite you?”

“I, I don’t know, it was just out of the blue.”

“Hmm, then she probably does, at the very least, she has a good impression of you.”

To say Shen Yu likes Chang Hao, Chang Hao found it hard to believe, considering she’s a campus beauty, a Jiangnan girl, her appearance is no less than Zheng Yanyan, and she has a particularly good reputation at school.

A girl like that, who knows how many boys pursue her, how could she possibly like him?

But thinking carefully, it’s not entirely impossible, is it?

What’s bad about himself?

The head of the 13th Horticulture Class, a resident of the Capital city, kinda handsome, and his deep affection for Zheng Yanyan, Shen Yu has seen it all, maybe, Shen Yu was drawn to his deep devotion?

Thinking about it, it seems somewhat possible, even if not love, at least some fondness, right?

In a blink of an eye, freshman year is about to end, it felt like just yesterday when Chang Hao started pursuing Zheng Yanyan, yet on second thought, it seems like a long time has passed.

Chang Hao feels he can’t keep wallowing in the maze of Zheng Yanyan forever.

Now, one after another in the class, everyone is in a relationship.

Liu Yue was dumped by a jerk, and she already found a second chance at love.

And Li Qiang, every night now, he doesn’t even come back, it’s hard to see him once and he always has a happy face.

Once, Chang Hao couldn’t hold back, using his status as class president, he lectured Li Qiang a bit, telling him he shouldn’t just keep working part-time, after all, he’s a student and should attend a few classes.

As a result, Li Qiang pouted and said, you don’t understand, do you?

“Brother Hao, you’re just jealous that I have love and you don’t, right?”

“Brother Hao, have you not tasted a woman’s flavor yet?”

“???”

Those two sentences directly got under Chang Hao’s skin.

Fine, he’s nineteen this year, but honestly, freshman year is over and he hasn’t yet tasted a woman’s flavor, but Chang Hao also has his principles, he’d rather have nothing than settle for less, otherwise, Liu Yue would’ve long been waiting for him.

But so what?

The fact that he’s never been with a woman is true.

Liu Yue is a no-go, but Shen Yu could be.

Chang Hao feels he’s not bad, a pair with Shen Yu could be considered a talented man and a beautiful woman.

Mainly now, it’s mutual affection and interest. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

So one afternoon, listening to Li Qiang humming a song over there, this guy occasionally comes to the dorm to rest, which is really just to show off to the others that he has a girlfriend now.

Chang Hao isn’t interested in those things, he takes out his phone, looks at the chat box, at Shen Yu’s profile picture, and doesn’t know what to say for a long time, hesitates for a bit, but finally takes the initiative to speak: “Hey?”

“?” Shen Yu replied instantly, after all, she didn’t know what Chang Hao was thinking and only thought he came to her for something.

And Shen Yu’s instant reply made Chang Hao very happy, he hesitated a bit more, and finally decided to start the conversation with a student council-organized activity.

He asked if this activity was to be participated in by classes.

Shen Yu thought, since Chang Hao is the class president, his question was reasonable.

The two started chatting like this.

Chang Hao said he wanted to register the class.

Shen Yu said, then you just fill out the form and hand it to me.

So the two had an interaction this way.

Later, when Chang Hao went to hand over the form, he brought Shen Yu bubble tea, smilingly said it was a bribe.

Shen Yu laughed at his words too, saying, alright, I’ll accept your bribe then.

After interacting this way for a few days, Chang Hao had learned a lesson from Zheng Yanyan’s situation, he didn’t hound Shen Yu with relentless chats every day, only chatting a few lines daily, mostly work-related.

That day, Su Qing just returned from booking a room with Zhou Yuwen.

To be honest, ever since Zheng Yanyan and Lu Lin saw eye to eye, the two have indeed become more playful, Zhou Yuwen finds novelty in every day in the large flat unit.

Like stacking humans, spinning wheel games, who knows how many times they’ve played.

Just the game of two dragons playing with a pearl, Zhou Yuwen had a grand time playing.

Of course, fun is fun, but Zhou Yuwen isn’t someone who shows favoritism.

Concubine Zheng and Concubine Lin need pampering.

But Imperial Concubine Su can’t be forgotten.

Spending every day with Zheng Yanyan and the others, Su Qing had already sent countless messages, saying Zhou Yuwen’s soul had truly been enchanted by those little vixens, making her the titular Empress without any real power.

“And I have to work like a horse for you every day!”

This statement wasn’t untrue, after all, the night when Zheng Yanyan got upset, Su Qing willingly gave up her position as Zhou Yuwen’s bed partner, staying by Zheng Yanyan’s side.

Later on, knowing that Zheng Yanyan and another were having a time with Zhou Yuwen in the flat, she didn’t say anything.

Such a good woman, Zhou Yuwen felt he had to give her a chance.

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