Chapter 10: Special Gifts

"Are you alright Lao Wang?" Zhou Yang rushed over and squatted down to check Wang Mingzhe's foot, "I thought your foot was better just now!"

"No, I'm too shocked ......" Wang Mingzhe slowed down, still thinking about online dating, "Gu you're not really engaged in online dating, right?"

Gu Zhao looked as usual: "None of your business."

"Crap, didn't deny it!" Wang Mingzhe was so excited that he almost stood up again, "Not denying it means admitting it!"

Gu Zhao said in a salty tone, "I see your feet are fine, try walking a couple steps?"

Wang Mingzhe doesn't fall for it, "Don't try to change the subject!"

"Brother Gu, this is a good thing! We all thought you'd end up alone-" Zhou Yang braked urgently, "No, I mean we all thought you'd never fall in love!"

Gu Zhao was silent for a few seconds before his thin lips spat out two words, "There was no talk."

"I get it, I get it, online dating is not yet at the present stage, right?" Wang Mingzhe thought he understood, and then started the mode of checking the account, "How did you two meet? Is she pretty? How old is she? Which school--"

"You have too many questions." Gu Zhao directly interrupted him and picked up his cell phone in the direction of the balcony.

"Hey you don't go!" Wang Mingzhe waved impatiently.

Gu Zhao turned to look at him, "Walk over here if you can."

"Gu you you you ......" Wang Mingzhe clutched his legs with a face of grief and indignation, "How dare you bully someone who was bravely wounded for the collective honor, where is your conscience?"

"Conscience?" Gu Zhao gave a laugh, "What is that?"

When he finished speaking, he ignored the wailing behind him and pulled open the balcony door to walk out.

Tapping into an unclosed WeChat dialog box, I realized that Mengmeng had sent another message.

Mengmeng: [I'll show you tomorrow when I wear my new dress, okay?]

G: [Okay, I'll wait.]

Mengmeng: [What did you do today?]

G: [Nothing special.]

Mengmeng: [How can it not be special? Every day is a new sun, so every day is a special day!]

Gu Zhao's finger stayed on the screen for a while, suddenly not knowing what to reply.

Mengmeng: [If you think it's a normal day, then Mengmeng will give you a special gift...]

Gu Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly, and a rare hint of amusement surfaced in his dark eyes, which had always been devoid of emotion.

G: [What gift?]

A few seconds later, Mengmeng sent several emoticons in a row.

Mengmeng: [show you something.jpg]

Mengmeng: [Wait a minute while I look for the .jpg]

Mengmeng: [pulls out middle finger.jpg]

G: [?]

Mengmeng: [haha got the wrong jpg]

Mengmeng: [pulls out a flower.jpg]

G: [......]

Mengmeng: [Senpai, can you tell me if this gift is special?]

G: [Well, especially.]

Mengmeng: [Just kidding, the real gift is tomorrow!]

G: [Then why are you telling me today?]

Mengmeng: [Because I want you to be happy today, too!]

Mengmeng: [I hope you're happy every day!]

Gu Zhao leaned on the balcony, the light from the cell phone screen reflected in his dark eyes, like tiny stars floating in the boundless universe.

The cool early summer night breeze ruffled the hair on his forehead and seemed to gently brush something else as well.

After a long time, the corner of Gu Zhao's lips lifted slightly, and a smile hooked out.

*

On Monday, Ji Su had a full day of classes.

After dinner, he returned to the dormitory, and before he could sit down and rest for a few moments, Qiao Jin's urging voice came from behind him, "Susu, black silk!"

Ji Su said helplessly, "Can't you just let me rest for a while?"

"I'm doing it for your sake, otherwise you won't be able to wear it when Zhao Ziyun and Li You come back later." Qiao Jin was very considerate, "Quickly, quickly, the sooner you wear it, the sooner you'll be done with it!"

Ji Su vaguely felt that something was wrong and raised his eyes, "Xiao Qiao, why are you so aggressive?"

"Because I just want to see you wear-" Qiao Jin's mouth was faster than his brain, and he quickly changed his words after reacting, "Isn't it all so that you can take Zha Nan down earlier and avenge your senior sister's death? "

Ji Su stared at him with skepticism, "Really?"

"Of course, how can this be fake?" Qiao Jin was getting more and more confident, "Besides, you've already worn white silk, what's wrong with wearing black silk?"

Ji Su: "......"

Qiao Jin: "Maybe Zha Nan is good at this!"

"Good." Ji Su opened her closet and rummaged through the innermost part to pull out the white dress and black silk she had bought yesterday with rather mixed feelings.

As a straight man, he certainly knows that many men like black silk, but he never thought that one day he would have to wear black silk himself and take pictures for other men to see ......

Ji Su walked into the bathroom with the skirt in hand and took off the shirt and jeans she was wearing, trying to work out how to wear the skirt.

After a few minutes, he had to speak up for help, "Joe, come in here and help me."

Qiao Jin responded, "Coming, coming!"

Pushing open the bathroom door, Qiao Jin stops dead in his tracks.

Ji Su stood in the bathroom with her back to him, her white bustier dress revealing her flat and thin shoulders, her beautiful butterfly bones half hidden and half exposed, her waist too thin to hold, down to her round and full buttocks, and then down to her white and long legs ......

"Jo?" Ji Su covered her chest and turned sideways, "Help me get my zipper up."

"Ohhhhhh!" Qiao Jin snapped back abruptly and rushed forward to help him pull his zipper to the top.

"Thanks." Ji Su sat down in the chair, bent over and began to put on her black stockings.

The stockings were thin and see-through, and he wore them carefully for fear of hooking them.

Qiao Jin couldn't help but gulp and pull open the bathroom door, "Come on, let's go to bed."

After this period of training, Ji Su has become very skillful in posing for photographs, and in no time at all, she has taken photos that Mr. Qiao is satisfied with.

"Susu, if you open an account on Bluebird and post these pictures, you'll definitely catch fire." Qiao Jin flipped through the pictures, "The pictures of those bloggers I follow are far worse in quality than yours."

"Hmm?" Ji Su raised her face slightly, "What's a bluebird?"

"Bluebird Well, it is a ...... social platform where you can engage in pornography." Qiao Jin smashed his mouth, his tone a little pity, "If you put these pictures up, they'll definitely sell out!"

Ji Su: "......"

Qiao Jin tried, "It's not like we're showing our faces anyway, why don't we--"

"Stop it!" Ji Su got up, got out of bed and retrieved his cell phone, "I'm straight, can I still be a human being if these pictures get out?"

"I know, I know, I'm just kidding." Qiao Jin smiled and said, "You quickly send the photo to Zha Nan and see what his reaction is!"

Ji Su boarded the WeChat trumpet and clicked on the WeChat dialog box with G.

Mengmeng: [Senpai, are you ready to receive a special gift?]

Despite falling for it once, the opposite side returned in seconds.

G: [Uh-huh.]

Ji Su gritted his teeth and sent the photos he had just taken.

The person in the photo was sitting on her knees on the bed, wearing a pure white dress, the silk fabric softly clinging to her pale, jade-like skin, outlining her full, tantalizing curves.

Slender straight legs wrapped in black silk, through the hidden flesh color, lace edge strung to the thighs, but the skirt is too short, revealing a section of white leg flesh, thigh root shyly and together, slender and beautiful a pair of hands on the leg between the cracks, as if to cover something, but more and more attracted people want to ruthlessly break open, in-depth to find out the truth ......

Ji Su waited two minutes after sending the photo, but didn't wait for any reply.

"Impossible?" Qiao Jin's eyes widened, "If it doesn't react, isn't Zha Nan a stomach healer?"

Ji Su frowned slightly, "Maybe he doesn't like black silk?"

Mengmeng: [Don't you like this present?]

Mengmeng: [cat crying.jpg]

G: [Likes.]

"He returned it." Ji Su blinked her eyelashes, "He said he liked it."

"That's it?" Qiao Jin was surprised, "What kind of reaction is that? It's too cold, isn't it?"

Ji Su was thinking about how to reply when WeChat suddenly received a transfer message.

G: [52,000.00 microcredit transfers]

Ji Su didn't look closely and just lit up her cell phone screen, "He transferred money to me."

"Crap, what kind of operation is this?" Qiao Jin stares at the screen and counts under his breath, "One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand--"

He rubbed his eyes incredulously, counted again, and couldn't help but lose his voice, "How much? Fifty-two thousand?"

Ji Su was stunned, "That much?"

He retrieved his phone just in time to see the next message.

G: [It's beautiful, love it.]

G: [Buy a couple more new ones.]

Ji Su: "......"

What do you mean? You're addicted to it, aren't you?

Mengmeng: [Don't, I've already bought a lot!]

G: [This one is kind of like a nightgown, not for going out.]

Ji Su then reacted that Zha Nan was trying to monopolize Mengmeng's black silk, which is why he transferred money to him to buy some new dresses.

Heh, nice try.

Mengmeng: [Heck, it doesn't even look like pajamas.]

G: [What kind of gift is it when you say it's a special gift for me and show it to others too?]

Ji Su: "......"

What a strong logical mind, he couldn't refute it for a moment.

"Wait-" over there Qiao Jin finally snapped out of his shock, "This kind of large transfer is recoverable, unless the transfer note notes a voluntary gift!"

Ji Su looked at the screen, "He made a note."

Qiao Jin's mouth opens and closes, closes and opens, and finally concludes, "Zha Nan has fallen in love!"

Ji Su looked complicated, "Really?"

Qiao Jin threw down the gauntlet, "Where the money is, the love is!"

Ji Su was very puzzled: "But he hasn't even seen Mengmeng's face, how can he-"

"With your superb legs, does it matter what your face looks like?" Qiao Jin tsked and shook his head, "52,000 ah 52,000, if that's not love, what is?"

Ji Su thought about all the scam news he'd read recently and cautiously asked, "Is there a possibility that he's actually using Mengmeng to launder money?"

It was a possibility never envisioned, and Qiao Jin froze for a moment, "Huh?"

Just then, there was a new message from across the room.

G: [Mengmeng, angry?]

Mengmeng: [Humph!]

G: [Not trying to restrict you from wearing clothes, it's just that you don't realize how dirty men's minds are.]

Ji Su : "?"