My Pretty Campus Queen-Chapter 687 - 686: Drinking Youcha

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Chapter 687: Chapter 686: Drinking Youcha

"Okay, just wait for me a bit. I haven’t gotten dressed or freshened up yet," Wu Mengting said, a bit shyly.

Although Chen Tianlong couldn’t see her, she was wearing a thin, slightly transparent nightgown. As she mentioned she wasn’t properly dressed, she inadvertently glanced at herself under the covers, her face immediately turning rosy.

"Alright, no rush. We still have time," Chen Tianlong was easygoing, knowing the morning had no classes and they could stay until two in the afternoon.

About twenty minutes later, Wu Mengting’s face suddenly appeared downstairs at the girls’ dormitory. Chen Tianlong waved at her from afar. At that moment, Wu Mengting looked absolutely beautiful, being full of energy from just waking up and having applied light makeup, making her appear stunning.

"Mengting, you’re so beautiful!" Chen Tianlong said with a slight grin.

"Hehe, Tianlong, you’re such a sweet talker... Do you say these things to other girls too?"

As Wu Mengting said this, she intentionally watched Chen Tianlong’s expression. Although she said it casually, she really wanted to know Chen Tianlong’s answer.

It’s true what they say, the heart of a girl is not simple. Don’t think you can just say anything and get away with it; if there’s something fishy, she’ll catch on quickly.

Luckily, Chen Tianlong hadn’t said such things to anyone else, at least not seriously.

"No, my sweet words are only for my Mengting," Chen Tianlong said earnestly.

Wu Mengting didn’t reply, she simply stepped forward and took Chen Tianlong’s hand, because she knew his words were sincere, but not necessarily exclusive.

There were many beautiful women around Chen Tianlong, and just the presence of that particular young lady was enough to unsettle Wu Mengting.

However, Mengting’s love for Chen Tianlong was genuine; at that moment, she just wanted to enjoy every happy day with him. As for the future, she didn’t want to think too much, nor did she dare to.

Seeing Mengting smile without speaking, Chen Tianlong understood. He too had uncertainties; was he truly able to love Mengting wholeheartedly?

Every time he pondered this question, he got a headache.

The only thing Chen Tianlong could do was to hold Wu Mengting’s hand tightly. Wu Mengting clearly felt the strength in his grip, so she slightly raised her head and looked at Chen Tianlong, only to see a look of affection mixed with apology in his eyes.

"Chen Tianlong, whether or not you want me in the future, I will always love you." This was the first time Wu Mengting had confessed so plainly, a seemingly casual sentence that embodied her unwavering loyalty to their love.

Chen Tianlong wrapped his arms around Mengting, ignoring the envious glances from the passersby. Handsome guy with a beautiful girl—that’s been a myth admired for ages.

Little did people know, in modern society, where wealth reigns, how many handsome guys are paired with beauties? It’s mostly rich ugly guys with pretty girls and wealthy women with handsome men.

After holding each other for a while, it was Wu Mengting who pushed away, knowing that being too obvious at school could spark unnecessary gossip.

Chen Tianlong also understood Mengting’s concerns, so he directly took her hand and led her outside.

On a small food street nearby, there was an outdoor snack shop selling sesame soup. They’d been there quite a few times before, so the owner recognized them.

"Boss, give me two bowls of sesame soup, extra peanuts, a bottle of red tea, and a bottle of beer," Chen Tianlong instructed the owner, "Oh, and remember not to add too much salt to the peanuts."

"Sure, the two of you please wait a moment," the owner responded with a simple grin.

Even though what Chen Tianlong said was ordinary, to Wu Mengting’s ears, it was incredibly moving.

Because every time she ate peanuts, she didn’t like them too salty, and Chen Tianlong remembered this small detail, proving she was always in his heart.

After about ten minutes, two bowls of sesame soup, a large pile of peanuts, and some cold dishes were placed on a small table. Chen Tianlong took a small cup, poured some red tea for Wu Mengting, and then poured himself a cup of beer.

"Mengting, let’s toast,"

Chen Tianlong said with a faint smile, in such a picturesque moment beneath the sunny sky, in a quiet street, a couple couldn’t be more at ease. If this scenery were frozen in time, it would indeed be a beautiful painting.

"Okay, cheers."

Wu Mengting lifted her cup of red tea, while Chen Tianlong raised his cup of beer. After clinking their drinks, they both downed them.

After drinking, they exchanged smiles, everything said without words.

After eating for a while, suddenly a voice drew their attention, causing them to look towards the source together.

To Wu Mengting, these people were strangers, but to Chen Tianlong, they were familiar faces.

"Hey, I wondered who it was. Isn’t it you, the guy I saw this morning?"

Lao Guoqiang also had no classes, and after a phone call with his dad revealing the truth, he was in a great mood. Just then, the Hao family’s Hao Ren had also contacted him, given that Lao Guoqiang’s visit to South Sea No.1 Middle School was mostly because of the Hao family.

"Oh, is there something you need, Lao Guoqiang?" Chen Tianlong was enjoying the food with Wu Mengting and didn’t want to be disturbed.

"Hehe, nothing much, just saying hi since I saw you. No need to get too excited,"

Deep down, Lao Guoqiang despised Chen Tianlong, wishing he could rush over and give him a good beating. But he couldn’t, not without fully understanding Chen Tianlong’s background and strength.

"Oh, no need to greet me, I’m not familiar with you," Chen Tianlong said coldly and continued munching on peanuts and sipping his drink.

Standing nearby, Hao Ren stepped forward with a complex expression. The Hao family and Chen Tianlong had deep-seated animosity. The last time, no one knew what strings Chen Tianlong pulled to get out of prison.

"Chen Tianlong, long time no see."

Hao Ren gave a cold smile. After some time of adjustment, his father sent him to the Celestial Martial Sect, and his skills improved to the point where he didn’t fear Chen Tianlong much.

"Haha, I’ve been well. Not sure if the old members of the Hao family are still alive?" Chen Tianlong’s hatred for the Hao family had evidently deepened. Given the chance, he’d want the Hao family wiped out.

"Hmph!"

Hao Ren was still a bit cautious. Previously, his senior brother Xuan Jing was defeated by him; clearly, this guy could fight above his level—an opponent not to be underestimated.

Hao Ren thought this might be chance with one person, but if he could do it again, winning against another, there was only one explanation: Chen Tianlong was suppressing his true strength. Exactly what his capabilities were remained unknown.

Thinking of this, Hao Ren calmed down quickly and hastily told Lao Guoqiang beside him: "Qiang, let’s eat something first. I’m feeling a bit hungry."

Hao Ren had forgotten to set the alarm clock and found himself getting up way too late for breakfast. So, he drove straight to school, knowing he was free after the second class. He planned to grab something to eat later.

"Alright then."

Lao Guoqiang had wanted to argue more with Chen Tianlong but noticed Hao Ren didn’t seem keen on provoking him either, feeling somewhat frustrated. Thus, he suppressed his anger for now and sat down at a nearby table.

Unable to confront Chen Tianlong, Lao Guoqiang figured out someone to vent his frustration on and finally settled his gaze upon the sesame soup stall owner, calling out, "Hey boss, get me two cases of beer and five pounds of beef first."

"Huh? Guys, this is a sesame soup stall, not a big restaurant. I don’t have five pounds of beef, but I can get you two cases of beer," the boss said blankly.

"Don’t give me excuses. If you don’t have it here, go buy some from the supermarket or market," Lao Guoqiang snapped. He was intent on venting his anger on the owner, not caring how he achieved this demand.