Chapter 104: Strange Classmates
  Tang Xiaoyu went to a nearby restaurant and ordered several hot dishes to be packed and sent to the hospital. Fang Qing woke up and was stunned by the overflowing dishes on the small table in front of her. "Why did you buy so much? We can't finish it..."

  Tang Xiaoyu gave her a disdainful look. "Why do you care so much? Others paid for it for you and you're not happy about it. Are you stupid? Are you going to eat it or not? "

  Fang Qing was flattered and smiled and nodded repeatedly. "Okay, I'll eat it. It's rare for you to treat me, so I must eat my fill. But it's really too much, and it's boring to eat alone. Do you two want to join me?"

  Tang Xiaoyu sat down in a chair, opened a lunch box, and began to pick up the dishes. "Of course I want to eat. I've been hungry all day..."

  The three of them ate, and Fang Qing observed her overnight. She was discharged from the hospital early the next morning.

  This time, Wen Ning was afraid she would catch a cold, so he took out his coat and wrapped it around her. He walked her downstairs to the dormitory and watched her roommates come out to pick her up before leaving with peace of mind.

  Wang Nan chuckled at Fang Qing, who was bundled up like a dumpling at the dawn of autumn. "Oh my god, you just got back from the North Pole, didn't you? You're wrapped up like this..."

  Tang Xiaoyu, who was following behind her, explained calmly, "The doctor told her not to catch a cold. I'll leave her in your care. I'm leaving now."

  Fang Qing quickly called out to her, "Xiaoyu, are you spending Mid-Autumn Festival together?"

  Tang Xiaoyu didn't pause, but her voice carried from afar. "I'll stay if you treat me, and I want roast duck!"

  Fang Qing smiled and agreed before returning to the dormitory.

  Wang Nan was truly envious. "Oh, you're so lucky! Your boyfriend pampers you like a father, and you have good friends to protect you. I'm starting to envy you..."

  Fang Qing smiled at the straightforward but handsome Wang Nan beside her, then tilted her head as she remembered the boy in her class who kept chasing after her.

  "Your happiness won't be far away."

  That afternoon, Wen Ning found a car to take Fang Qing's peaches back to his hometown on a long-distance bus while he prepared to look for a part-time job.

  After Fang Qing recovered, he reviewed his expenses and realized he'd already spent a lot of the money he'd brought with him. He'd only been at school for less than a month, so he figured he'd have to find some money.

  Remembering that Wen Ning had been covering all his expenses, Fang Qing pulled out a few hundred-yuan bills and slipped them into a new notebook, then packed them up and prepared to give them to him as a Mid-Autumn Festival gift.

  Remembering Tang Xiaoyu's clamor for roast duck, Fang Qing booked a table at a famous nearby roast duck restaurant and bought a box of mooncakes, sharing one with a few of his close friends. Remembering his club, he took the mooncakes to the club room.

  Because it was nearly Mid-Autumn Festival, most of the local students had gone home for the holiday, and the building was a bit quiet. Fang Qing quietly ascended the third floor and arrived at the painting club door. Surprisingly, it was open. He knocked, but after waiting for a long time with no response, he pushed the door open and walked in.

  There were several more paintings on the walls, and even sheets of paper hung from the light bulbs. The scent of paint wafted in the air. Fang Qing carefully moved through the paintings, looking up at each one.

  She found the brushwork profound and the artistic conception profound, each one intriguing. As she craned her neck to examine them, she heard footsteps behind her.

  "Don't move!"

  a man's voice suddenly rang out, causing Fang Qing, already nervous, to shudder. She involuntarily took a step back, bumping into a shelf.

  Fang Qing heard a rustling sound, and when she turned back, she saw a pile of shattered plaster on the floor behind the easel.

  "Tsk, who are you? How dare you come into someone else's room? You've ruined all the plaster I worked so hard to create!"

  As the paper rustled, Fang Qing finally saw the voice of a young man.

  His hair was long, unlike Wen Ning's neatly trimmed hair, but it fell almost to his shoulders, obscuring most of his face.

  Although Fang Qing couldn't see his entire face, the man had very fair skin and a very straight nose, so he must be a very handsome man.

  Thinking about what the president had said before, that there were a total of five people in their painting club, and besides the president and the new student, the rest were girls, Fang Qing understood and turned around to say hello.

  "Hello, I'm Fang Qing, and I'm also... a member of the painting club." After saying that, she saw the other person sizing her up, with a look of obvious disbelief in his eyes.

  Fang Qing sighed, wondering why this person was so difficult to deal with, so she patiently explained, until she took out the key to the painting club and the president told her the weekly schedule for free painting, the boy's expression finally softened.

  "Ah... it seems that's the case, but you can't just come in casually! Look at what you've done, you've ruined all the plaster statues!"

  Fang Qing sighed. There were really too many pieces of drawing paper hanging around, and she could only see the paintings one by one, not noticing that there was a row of shelves behind them.

  "I'm sorry, I really didn't notice. How about this? I'll buy you a new plaster statue for the damaged one. Is that okay?"

  Fang Qing looked at the boy guiltily, as if waiting for him to judge her. After a long silence, the boy sneered at Fang Qing, "Oh, I didn't realize you were so generous. Okay, as long as you buy it back, this matter will be over..."

  Fang Qing breathed a sigh of relief, then remembered the mooncakes in his hand and quickly handed them over. "I... bought some mooncakes for everyone, but I couldn't find anyone else in the club, so I wanted to put them here..."

  The boy snorted and gave Fang Qing a strange look, but still took the mooncake box, raised his chin and said, "If you're fine, let's go quickly," then hid behind a row of easels.

  Fang Qing was a little embarrassed by his attitude, but she still bit the bullet and asked which plaster statues were needed, and hurriedly retreated before the boy could lose his temper.

  Fang Qing walked along the campus path, letting out a long sigh. "He looks so young, but he has such a strange temper..."

  Then, thinking of the plaster statues, a headache returned. He hadn't even officially joined the club, and he'd already gotten into trouble. What a curse of bad luck!

  The next morning, Fang Qing dragged Wen Ning with him to buy plaster statues. He also selected some paint and tools, rented a car, and brought them back.

  The activity room was empty today. Fang Qing opened the door and found that the drawing paper that had covered the room yesterday was now rolled up and piled haphazardly in a corner. The broken plaster statues had also been swept to a corner, where they were placed with the garbage.

  Wen Ning stepped forward, opened the window to let the smell out, made way for a wide path, and directed the cart pullers to move the plaster statues to an empty corner.

  Just as Fang Qing and the others were packing up the art club, a sudden roar came from outside.

  "What are you doing? Stop it!"

  (End of Chapter)