Chapter 311
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: [What do you think about him?]
Mister Numbers's questions were getting more and more eccentric . . . Typically speaking, wouldn't a guy like him be more interested in learning more about the ladies in the school? Why would he suddenly express interest in another man? This . . .
The more Shi Yao thought about the matter, the more bizarre she found it to be .
Lin Jiage was indeed one of the more renowned figures in G University . Just from He Tiantian and the others' usual gossip, she could roughly determine just how popular Lin Jiage was with the female populace . Even during the examination two days ago, she saw a girl inviting him out to eat . Could there be a chance that Mister Numbers, towards Lin Jiage . . .
Thinking up to this point, Shi Yao could no longer concentrate on anything else anymore . She quickly replied to 's message .
. . .
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Lin Jiage's initial intention was just to divert the topic away from Peppa Pig due to how awkward and embarrassing it was for him .
Perhaps it was due to a night of insomnia, or perhaps it was because he rarely spoke with any girls and so his train of thought was a little out of it; he couldn't think of a good topic no matter how hard he racked his head . At this point, he suddenly realized that this might be a good opportunity for him to understand Shi Yao's image of him in her head, so he decisively chose to turn the topic towards himself .
After typing "What do you think about him?", Lin Jiage suddenly felt a little tense inside .
This was a tension he had never felt as far as he could remember . . . It was tinged with a bit of expectation, as well as a little bit of fear and nervousness .
It felt like an eternity had passed before his ringtone sounded .
His hand immediately darted for his phone, and he saw that Shi Yao's message said: [Could it be that Lin Jiage is your Yin Zhiping?]
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What the heck does that mean? Just how in the world am I related to Yin Zhiping?
Without thinking too much into it, Lin Jiage replied with a [?] .
This time, Shi Yao replied quickly: [What I mean is that do you harbor special thoughts toward Lin Jiage?]
Lin Jiage was stunned for two whole seconds before the meaning behind those words struck him .
Does Soft Bun think that I like Lin Jiage?
So, the message that she sent earlier, 'Could it be that Lin Jiage is your Yin Zhiping', meant that . . . I've been sullied by me?
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Just what kind of nonsense does Soft Bun store in that small head of hers?
Lin Jiage took in a deep breath and suppressed his urge to pry open Shi Yao's head to see what was inside before replying: [What are you talking about?]
: [But if you don't like him, why would you ask me that question just now?]
Even if the partner was himself, and it was indeed true that he loved himself a lot, he still couldn't allow Soft Bun to think that he liked men . . .
Thus, Lin Jiage replied without hesitation: [Of course not . My sexual orientation is perfectly normal . ]
. . .
Ah . . . It would be enough for Mister Numbers to deny that he didn't like Lin Jiage, why did he have to tell her that his sexual orientation was normal?
Feeling a little embarrassed, Shi Yao typed out: [Then why did you ask me that question?]
: [Isn't he very popular in our school? I was just a little curious to see what you thought about him . ]
Well, it was still understandable since Lin Jiage was indeed a celebrity in G University—there were many times where Shi Yao was in the school canteen and she would hear other girls gossiping about him .
Just that, I didn't think a guy like Mister Numbers would turn out to be so nosey as well . . .
With such thoughts in mind, Shi Yao tapped on her phone and replied: [I see…]
[Well, I think that Lin Jiage is…] Shi Yao tilted her head sideways and pondered for a moment . She suddenly recalled the response which Mister Numbers gave a long time ago when Expert asked him whether her voice was nice or not, and she found it exceptionally apt for the current situation, so she continued typing: [ . . . just so-so . ]