GBP Chapter 322 A promising young man
Chapter 322 A promising young man
We've arrived at Nanjiang University.
As Song Huan got off the bus, a gust of wind blew in through his collar, so he pulled the zipper of his down jacket up a little.
Autumn comes to Nanjiang so quickly; it gets cold so fast.
Unlike Jiangcheng, where it's still so hot at this time of year that people are almost fainting, the streets are full of people wearing short sleeves and flip-flops.
He put his hands in his pockets and walked toward the school gate.
The lights in the milk tea shop were still on.
Warm yellow light shone through the glass window, appearing especially cozy in the chilly night.
He had already walked past, but subconsciously glanced out of the corner of his eye and caught a figure by the window, so he turned back.
Lin Yue sat on a high stool by the window, with a stack of papers spread out in front of her and a pencil in her hand.
She was wearing a thin, off-white knitted cardigan that looked a bit worn from washing, with small fuzz balls around the cuffs.
Her neckline was open, revealing a section of her collarbone.
She probably didn't expect the temperature to drop so suddenly tonight; she hugged her arms to her chest and curled up into a ball.
His lips were slightly pale, his fingers gripped the pencil, a little stiff from the cold, but he was still drawing something on the paper.
She drew very carefully, her brows slightly furrowed, the pencil scratching on the paper. She would draw a few strokes, then stop, tilt her head to look at it, and continue drawing.
Song Huan stood outside the window for two seconds, then quickly walked to the entrance of the milk tea shop and pushed the door open.
The bell on the door rang once. Lin Yue looked up, saw him, and was stunned for a moment.
He walked up to her, unzipped his down jacket, and took it off.
The black matte fabric, with a fleece trim around the collar, still carried the warmth of his body.
He grabbed her by the collar and draped it over her back.
The down jacket was huge, completely enveloping her; the down collar clung to her chin, and the hem covered her thighs.
She was like a small animal wrapped in a cocoon, with only her face showing, her eyes wide open.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Just passing by."
Lin Yue lowered her head and looked at the black down jacket she was wearing.
The warmth of his wrist still lingered on his cuff.
She slipped her hands into her sleeves, her fingers peeking out a little from the cuff, then lowered her head, buried her face in the fleece trim around her neckline, and rubbed it against the fabric.
It's warm and cozy.
[He gave me his jacket. Isn't he cold? When he came in just now, I saw he was only wearing a thin sweatshirt underneath...]
She looked up, about to speak.
Song Huan's gaze fell on the stack of papers on the table. "What did you draw?"
Lin Yue's attention was immediately diverted.
She jumped off the high stool and held the stack of papers in front of him.
"The logo for when you get out of class! I've drawn several versions, which one do you think looks best?"
She spread out the papers one by one.
The first version used a cartoon font, with the four characters "等你下课" (waiting for you after class) round and plump, and a pair of chopsticks and a bowl drawn next to them.
The second version is handwritten, with fine strokes, and a small cat licking its paws in the lower right corner.
Third edition...
Song Huan's gaze stopped.
A small cat on a yellow background.
The lines are extremely simple, drawn with just a few strokes, depicting a round face, two upright ears, and a tail curled up in the shape of a question mark.
The kitten's belly was slightly bulging, as if it had just eaten its fill, and its eyes were narrowed into two curved slits, making you want to rub them.
Below the kitten is a line of text: "Waiting for you after class."
The font is also round, which blends seamlessly with the outline of the kitten.
Simple, clean, and easy to remember.
He held the paper and looked at it for a long time.
Lin Yue nervously gripped her pencil beside her.
"I just drew this version this afternoon. I thought, since it's takeout, it must be related to food. Cats look the happiest when they're eating, so I drew a cat that's had a full meal. The yellow background is because yellow is eye-catching, and it can be seen from afar when it's hung at the store entrance."
Her voice trailed off as she spoke, "Isn't it too simple...? I can revise it."
Song Huan put the paper down. "No need to change it, this is fine."
He looked into her eyes. "I'll have the manufacturer print it then."
Lin Yue was stunned for a moment, then said with surprise, "Really?"
"real."
"Very good!"
She held the paper tightly in her arms.
"Alright, it's getting late, I'm going back to rest now."
Song Huan turned around and walked towards the door.
He pushed open the door, and a gust of cold wind rushed in, causing him to shrink his neck.
He was only wearing a thin sweatshirt, which was easily seeped through by the wind.
He crossed his arms and ran quickly along the sidewalk toward the school gate.
Lin Yue stood in the warm yellow light of the milk tea shop, wrapped in his black down jacket.
She watched his figure grow smaller and smaller until he passed through the school gate and disappeared from sight.
[Idiot, give me your coat, you're freezing. You're clearly freezing, but you're acting like nothing's wrong. And the logo too, I designed so many versions, and he only glanced at it before deciding. Is he afraid I'll have to go through all the revisions? What an idiot.]
She pulled her down jacket tighter around herself.
The fleece trim around her neckline clung to her chin, still warm from his touch.
She lowered her head and buried her face in it, where it felt warm and cozy.
When Song Huan returned to her dormitory, her lips were a little white from the cold.
Pushing open the door, I saw Zhang Yang sitting in front of the computer playing Counter-Strike, with gunshots ringing out.
Liu Yu was leaning against the bed reading his textbook, while Shen Yan was flipping through a magazine with her legs crossed. The three of them looked up at the same time.
"Where have you been all day? I haven't seen you anywhere." Zhang Yang took off his headphones.
Song Huan walked to the bedside and sat down, rubbing her arms.
"I went out to have dinner with a girl from Dongda University, and then took a walk with Lin Yue for a while afterward."
Zhang Yang looked at him.
Liu Yu was also looking at him.
Shen Yan looked up from the magazine.
The three of them were silent for two seconds.
Then Zhang Yang nodded, "Yeah, bragging."
Liu Yu pushed up his glasses. "You're bragging again."
Shen Yan didn't speak, and lowered his head to continue flipping through the magazine.
Song Huan opened her mouth, "I'm telling the truth."
Zhang Yang put the headphones back on. "Okay, okay, really, really."
Liu Yu also raised the book to cover his face.
Shen Yan turned to another page of the magazine.
Song Huan looked at the three of them.
Damn, nobody believes me when I tell the truth?
Okay, it's better if you don't believe me.
He took off his shoes and collapsed onto the bed.
……
On Monday, clubs held recruitment events.
A row of tents was set up on the playground, their blue tops billowing in the wind.
The booths of various community groups were packed with people, handing out flyers, holding up signs, and shouting through loudspeakers; it was as lively as a vegetable market.
A new tent is set up in the most conspicuous spot at the entrance.
A banner hung above, white with blue lettering that read "Waiting for you after class," next to which was a picture of a yellow cat.
Under the tent, Pei Ran was directing several student council members to set up promotional display stands.
The large poster next to it shows the platform's usage process, clearly illustrating each step: online platform, ordering, placing an order, and delivery.
There was also a stack of flyers on the table, all featuring the same cat.
Miqin stood behind the stall, holding a stack of flyers in her hand, her mouth slightly open.
"Boss."
She leaned closer and whispered, "How will the student council help us with publicity?"
Song Huan leaned against the tent pole, watching Pei Ran busy there, not even bothering to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
That face, which usually held an air of authority when speaking at student meetings, now seemed to scream "Get this over with and get out of here!"
"I guess it's because I'm handsome."
Miqin's lips twitched.
She looked at him.
Wearing a dark blue hoodie with the hood off, his hair a little messy from the wind, he leaned against a pillar with his arms crossed and a smug "I'm in complete control" expression on his face.
Then she took a deep breath and said something against her will.
"Boss, you're right."
Song Huan glanced at her in surprise, then nodded in satisfaction.
"This child is teachable."
Miqin shoved the flyer into his hand. "Boss, stop being a kid and start handing out flyers."
Song Huan looked down at the stack of flyers in her hand.
"Damn it, I'm the boss, how can I do this kind of low-quality work?"
But despite his words, he still held up the flyer, facing the passing crowd with that professional smile.
"Hey there, classmate, let's check this out after class. For takeout, we deliver to the cafeteria and the school gate!"