The next day.
It was a beautiful morning, the air crisp and fresh.
Wow!
Monica Zhang, dressed in soft cotton pajamas, stretched lazily on her bed, then rubbed her sleepy, misty eyes. Sitting at the edge of the bed, she glanced at the clock on the wall.
Ah!
It's already ten o'clock!
She still had a class gathering at noon, so she hurried to the bathroom to wash up. After a quick routine, she returned to her room, got dressed, and picked up her phone, intending to double-check the time and place before heading out.
Huh?
Andrew Han sent me three messages inviting me to eat? Monica tilted her head, sensing something unusual.
This was truly rare.
The conversation terminator actually took the initiative to send messages—three of them, no less.
Moved by Andrew's sincere invitation, Monica replied, "You woke up so early, messaging me before six... This young lady is a little touched by you."
Not even two seconds later—
Andrew answered, perfectly on cue: "I forgot to reply yesterday, only remembered this morning."
???
At that moment, Monica cupped her porcelain-smooth face, staring blankly at her phone. Only one thought crossed her mind—he must be a fool.
Even saying he hadn't seen it would be better than admitting he simply forgot!
He really was straightforward.
A little annoyed, Monica muttered, "Your memory's pretty good, huh."
Her phone buzzed—Andrew sent a 'black-and-white cat staring' emoji: "My memory has always been exceptional. How about lunch at Ge Pin Steakhouse?"
Gepin Bistro?
Monica Zhang’s eyes widened in surprise, her rosy lips parted slightly, staring at the message in disbelief—Andrew Han was actually inviting her to Gepin Bistro.
It’s expensive, and the ambiance is elegant.
Could it be—
Is this what people call a date?
Even though she and Andrew Han were just normal friends, thinking about it made her a little excited—and a little nervous. Tilting her head, Monica tried to sound reserved as she replied, "That’s really too much, I couldn’t possibly let you spend so much!"
"Okay," Andrew Han replied.
!
Monica’s breath caught, her cheeks instantly flushing crimson. Furious, she stomped her feet in her pure white bunny slippers—the floppy bunny ears bounced wildly.
Boy, you really are a pig!
As a beautiful girl, I’m supposed to be graceful, calm, collected… But I just can’t hold it in anymore!
Tap tap tap.
She furiously typed back: "Goodbye!"
"Where should we meet? Should we settle on a location first?" Andrew Han replied.
... Monica was stunned.
Maybe this is what people call a communication breakdown.
She blinked twice, a sly glint flashing in her eyes, and, cradling her phone, suddenly replied cheerfully, "Alright, come to the gate of my residential compound."
"Huh? That sounds dangerous..." Andrew Han hesitated.
"Hurry up! I’m going to wash up and wait for you downstairs—don’t make me wait too long!!" Monica, for once, sent two exclamation marks, then sat contentedly on the edge of her bed.
Hmph hmph—