Youth from the Five Mausoleums, East of the Gold Market, on White Horses with Silver Saddles, Riding Through the Spring Breeze Chapter 100: The Evening Party (2)

The hall was still chilly, and the girl could not help wrapping her arms around herself, trembling from the cold.

"Churan, you look beautiful. These flowers are for you." Zhu Wei said with smug satisfaction, offering the bouquet to Xia Churan.

To his surprise, the girl did not even glance at him. She trotted straight toward Fang Yu and complained sweetly, "It's freezing. This dress lets the wind right through."

Fang Yu had no choice but to take the coat she had changed out of and drape it over her shoulders.

"Why dress so formally for rehearsal? You'll catch a cold and start sniffling."

Seeing that the girl was practically trying to burrow into Fang Yu's arms, Zhu Wei nearly went crooked with anger.

"Xia Churan, get over here. Who said you could stand so close to Fang Yu?"

Before he could finish, the girl shot back first, "Hmph. Who I stay with is none of your business. Zhu Wei, aren't you taking yourself a little too seriously?"

A crowd of students nearby were delighted by the spectacle, some even whistling. Zhu Wei glared at them viciously.

"Get lost. Don't make me unhappy!"

"Tsk. Young Master Zhu sure has a temper," Fang Yu said with a ferocious grin as he stepped down from the seats.

Zhu Wei's expression tightened. Remembering what had happened at the school gate, his teeth ached faintly.

"What do you want, trying to hit someone? There are teachers here!"

"Of course not. We're civilized people. We just want to invite Young Master Zhu to the internet cafe for a game, right?" Cheng Chen also came down, put an arm around Zhu Wei's shoulder, and started dragging him outside.

"You bastards, I'm not going!" Zhu Wei panicked.

"Students, please do not make trouble in the hall," a teacher from the school could not stand it anymore.

"Mm, we're not making trouble. We're just building rapport with Zhu Wei," Cheng Chen said, stepping forward. With beauty before him, the female teacher was briefly dazzled by his handsome face and went slightly dazed.

Fang Yu walked up a few steps and patted Zhu Wei on the face.

"You little punk, you've really been given too much face. You keep coming back to bother me. I'll say this only once: if I ever catch you harassing Churan again, I'll pry out every one of those dog teeth myself. I, Fang Yu, mean what I say."

At the moment, Fang Yu was steeped in murderous aura. He no longer looked like a freshman who had just entered university not long ago, but rather like some hardened veteran of the streets. Zhu Wei had never seen such a scene before, and his legs could not help going weak.

"Come on, Young Master Zhu. Either go to the internet cafe and play your games, or stay here and let me play a live-action version of '97 with you!" Cheng Chen's ferocious grin made every hair on Zhu Wei's body stand on end.

"Fine, fine, you're bullying me, right? I won't let this go!" Zhu Wei backed away inch by inch toward the hall doors, still throwing out threats as he went. The sight was almost comical.

"Honestly, how can you run into such a pest everywhere? So annoying," Xia Churan said unhappily, swaying her body.

"All right, all right. Soon it'll be your turn to rehearse," Fang Yu said, his expression returning to normal now that Zhu Wei was gone.

The hall once again filled with the buzz of conversation. Two rather stiff-looking hosts stepped onto the stage and began reading from the script. The blessings and pleasantries they recited made him drowsy.

The first performance was a choral piece, apparently organized by the student council. Twenty male and female students lined up and went on stage one after another. Unexpectedly, the microphones onstage had not been maintained for years and suddenly broke. That was a problem; even the original rehearsal could not continue.

"Ugh, I still wanted to sing for you," Xia Churan said, bundled up in her coat, her lovely face still blue from the cold.

"Well, you'll still get to hear it at the official performance in a couple of days, won't you? Come on, go change first. You'll catch a cold if you stay like this." He patted the girl's head.

Since the rehearsal could not proceed smoothly, Fang Yu and the others left the hall again. By the time they returned to the snack street, Zhao Bin was at the cash register, happily sipping a cup of milk tea all by himself.

"Zhao Bin, make us a cup too. It's freezing." Fang Yu rubbed his hands together.

"I'll do it. Can you guys please put some heart into your milk tea? It tastes different every time," Cheng Chen muttered as he walked over to the tea barrels and rolled up his sleeves.

"Churan, why are your dresses so old?" he asked, looking at the little dress Xia Churan had brought back.

"Of course they're old. They've all been worn by senior girls over the years. What else would they be? There is no choice; no one is sponsoring new ones." The girl was displeased too. Who would want to wear something someone else had already discarded?

"Tsk, this dress reeks of something strange. You've really been put through it," Fang Yu said with obvious disgust, tossing the dress far away. It was soaked with the scents of other girls: cosmetics and perfume mixed together, nearly making him choke.

The dress landed on the sofa. Lu Zhen, who was nearby, grinned as he picked it up and brought it to his nose, taking a deep sniff.

"Wow, damn, it smells so good. I can practically smell the body fragrance of all those beautiful senior girls."

"Yo, Lu Zhen, you're disgusting."

"Damn it, after Lu Zhen sniffed that thing, I feel like all I can smell is sweat."

Xia Churan was stunned. She had not expected the usually quiet Lu Zhen to be so indecent. Her pretty face turned cold at once, and she snatched the dress out of his hands.

"Wahh, this dress is filthy now, all because of Lu Zhen. There's even snot on it!"

He leaned over to look, and sure enough, there was not only mucus but also some blood. Could this kid have gotten so excited that he ended up with a nosebleed?

"Heh-heh, I just love the scent of beautiful women. Zhang Yan's scent is especially nice." Lu Zhen still wore his shamelessly self-satisfied look.

"Forget it, this dress can't be worn anymore. Churan, come on, I'll take you to buy a new one." Fang Yu looked embarrassed and motioned to the girl.

"Hm? Fang Yu, you're going to buy me a new outfit?" The girl bounced over to his side.

"This dress was old to begin with, and it isn't comfortable to wear. Let's go into the city first and see if we can find a pretty little dress to buy."

"Ugh, why is a style that long called a little dress?"

"You're such a big girl already, what else am I supposed to call you but little cutie?"

"Hahaha." Xia Churan was so amused she nearly folded over with laughter and leaned softy against him.

He put an arm around the girl and tucked her into the front passenger seat of the 640. Thirty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the Cultural Mall.

"Let's go find something suitable for the performance." He looked at the brands in the mall. Most of them were still selling winter wear, and only a few shops had begun to stock spring clothes.

"Welcome. Oh, Mr. Fang, you're back?" The young female clerk from his last visit recognized him at a glance. There was no helping it; how often did a customer come in and spend tens of thousands at a time?

"Do you have little dresses here? Or maybe long dresses like sundresses, something for spring or summer."

"We do, we do. Mr. Fang, are you buying a dress for this lady? Please come inside and sit down." The clerk discreetly sized up Xia Churan. Tsk, this girl was striking: tall, fair-skinned, and still dressed like a student. She was probably this handsome young man's girlfriend.

"Hm? Fang Yu, you know the shop staff here?" Xia Churan asked curiously.

"Mm, I bought things here last time, and I bought quite a lot, so naturally we got to know each other."

The girl nodded. The bracelet on her wrist had probably been bought here as well; no wonder the clerk was so especially warm toward them.