Chapter 64 - Chapter 64: Chapter 064 Unable to Get a Real Melon (1/2)

Chapter 64: Chapter 064 Unable to Get a Real Melon

Lin Yao stared at the medal on his chest. He considered it heavily for a long time before finally deciding to keep it on, despite the risk of seeming even shorter. “So what if I’m short! I still need to show everyone how awesome the disciple you’ve trained is!”

Qi Yue was both touched and helpless. “Actually, there really was no need…”

Gu Huai glanced at Lin Yao’s neck laden with medals and turned to Qi Yue. “The skill you taught… is it shooting?”

Upon hearing that, Qi Yue was taken aback, busted.

He had been pretending not to know how to shoot all this time…

Qi Yue cleared his throat and replied, “Uh, it’s not actually me who taught him. Mostly it was my senior sister and senior brother who did the teaching. I really didn’t deceive you; for some reasons, I haven’t touched a gun for many years. Right now, my skill level is probably about the same as yours…”

Gu Huai’s brows lifted slightly, nodding. “I see…”

Fortunately, Gu Huai didn’t ask further questions. He habitually lifted his hand, seemingly to check the time.

But when he raised his hand, he saw a pink piggy hair tie instead.

Qi Yue also noticed Gu Huai’s gesture and pointed at his hand, “Does it feel strange to wear this?”

Yet there was a twinkle of amusement in Gu Huai’s eyes. “No, I’m quite used to it.”

Gu Huai picked up his cell phone and checked the time again, “Then I won’t disturb you any longer. I’ll be leaving now, thanks for President Qi’s… readiness to help at a moment’s notice.”

Qi Yue coughed lightly, “Don’t mention it, don’t mention it!”

…

Meanwhile, in the girls’ dormitory.

Su Xiaotang was sprawled over her desk, sighing in dismay.

Song Qiuqiu’s ankle was seriously sprained, and it looked like she wouldn’t have someone to go to the basketball court with for a long time.

Qi Yue was even less likely to join, and if Su Xiaotang bought more potatoes, she might be eating them till next year…

“Qiuqiu, I’m so bored, any gossip? Any fresh melon?” Su Xiaotang listlessly scrolled through the school forum.

The post searching for the owner of the little pink hair tie was still floating around the hot topics, but there had been no new developments.

The whole school was feasting on gossip except for the two of them, who were holding a melon with nowhere to bite.

Song Qiuqiu opened a bag of chips. “Not really…”