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âYeah, Iâm going. Whatâs so shocking about it?â Mu Xiaoxiao glared at him.
Qiya being able to invite the entire Student Union to her birthday meal meant that she came from a good background. Besides, the students at Shangde High werenât ordinary people.
Song Shijun walked over, pointed a surreptitious finger at Yin Shaojie and leaned into her ear. âThen do you knowâ¦â
âI know!â Mu Xiaoxiao acknowledged it openly. âQiya likes him.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
She suddenly remembered something and she pulled Song Shijun aside. In a low voice, she asked, âYou should know the number of people who like Yin Shaojie in the Student Union, right?â
Song Shijun lowered his head, counting internally. He then answered, âThere are quite a fewâ¦â
Mu Xiaoxiao was not surprised by his answer. She was suddenly struck with curiosity and asked, âWhat about the number of people who like you?â
Song Shijun paused for a while before coughing. âUm⦠itâs pretty big!â
Mu Xiaoxiao chuckled and teased, âYouâre lying, right? Are you sure anyone likes you? With Yin Shaojie and Ye Sijue around, your market must been really spoiled, right? Okay, Iâll stop making fun of you. There must be at least one or two girls who like you, right?â
Song Shijun took offense at her words. âWhat do you mean âat leastâ? Quite a few girls like me, okay!â
âOkay, okay, okay, there are quite a few who like you. Stop getting so riled up,â Mu Xiaoxiao said patronizingly.
âSince when am I riled up? Iâm not riled up!â Song Shijun said.
Mu Xiaoxiao laughed at his antics.
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Lanya Western Restaurant was one of the upscale restaurants near Shangde High.
For her birthday, He Qiya booked the entire restaurant and it was even rumored that she had invited a head chef from a Michelin Star restaurant.
The entire restaurant was decorated for a birthday.
Near the entrance was a table piled with everyoneâs gifts.
Even though Mu Xiaoxiao didnât know He Qiya personally, presenting her with a gift was basic etiquette.
After the crowd sat down, many boys and girls surrounded He Qiya, talking to her. The atmosphere was friendly and lively.
It was obvious that He Qiya was very popular.
Yin Shaojie leaned over ans whispered into Mu Xiaoxiaoâs ear, âWhat do you want to eat? Iâll get it for you.â
The food at the birthday party was self-service, and if there was something that one felt like eating, they could ask the chef to make it for them on the spot.
âAnything is fine. Just get something for me,â Mu Xiaoxiao said, before looking down at her phone, wondering why Qiqing hadnât arrived.
She asked Song Shijun, âDid you tell Qiqing the venue? Why is she not here yet?â
It had been a while since school was let out.
Song Shijun shrugged and said, âI donât know about her. She might have gone to buy presents. Wait a while longer. Qiqing takes ages to pick out a present and she knows Qiya, so she might be trying to pick out something special.â
Just then, a bunch of people walked over, with He Qiya in their midst.
âYoung Master Jie! What birthday present are you going to give Qiya this time?â A well dressed girl smiled as she said to Yin Shaojie.
Mu Xiaoxiao looked over and realized that she wasnât a member of the Student Union, and was probably one of He Qiyaâs friends who had also been invited.
Upon hearing the girlâs words, she looked at Yin Shaojie.
Had he given He Qiya birthday presents before?