Chapter 85: Who Stole My Slippers CP?

Xie Mingming was taken aback; these two tyrants really had no regard for rules!
“Nie Huan, Shen Qing, what are you two up to? Sit down and pay attention in class. If you don’t understand, just ask!” Xie Mingming’s attitude shifted so quickly that the students in the front row couldn’t keep up.
The lesson flew by, and before the end, Xie Mingming made a point of walking over to Shen Qing to see what notes she had taken.
He was dumbfounded at first glance—her notebook was filled with sketches of various people, and the likenesses were surprisingly accurate.
“Shen Qing, is this supposed to be me?” He pointed to a drawing of a little bald figure.
Shen Qing glanced at him, her reply cool, “If you say so.”
“…”

***

That night, Shen Qing didn’t stay at school. For the first time, she asked Xie Mingming for leave to go home early, nearly moving him to tears.
The motion-activated lights in the hallway had been fixed, and as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw a striking woman waiting at her door, black sunglasses perched on her nose, wild waves cascading down her shoulders—a picture of modern fashion.
Sunglasses at night?
“Qingqing~” The woman’s voice was soft and alluring. Upon seeing Shen Qing, she immediately latched onto her.
“So tacky. Stay away from me, Tian Dafeng,” Shen Qing said with obvious disdain.
“Damn it! You little rascal!” Xia Mang whipped off her sunglasses, shouting furiously.
“If you can’t beat me, don’t bother talking.”
“…”
Shen Qing shot her a look, pushed her aside, and unlocked the door to go inside.
Xia Mang pouted and followed her in.
“Huh? You’ve worn both pairs of these slippers?”
Xia Mang saw Shen Qing put on the white slippers and picked up the pink ones from the shoe cabinet.
Shen Qing glanced over, her brows furrowing slightly. “Pick another pair.”

Xia Mang was stunned. “Why?”
She couldn’t wear the slippers she’d bought herself?
“They’ve been worn already.” Shen Qing’s response was rather subtle.
Xia Mang burst out laughing. “No problem! You don’t have athlete’s foot, I don’t mind.”
“It wasn’t me.”
Xia Mang’s right foot hovered in mid-air, frozen for two seconds. “You actually brought someone over?”
Her worldview was completely shaken!
She, Xia Mang, a bona fide beauty, had followed Shen Qing for three years to earn her current status, finally paired up for slipper CP, only to have some little nobody snatch the chance first!
Shen Qing went to the table and poured Xia Mang a glass of water.
“Who wore my slippers?” Xia Mang grumbled, slipping on disposable ones.
Shen Qing glanced at her. “Drink first, then I’ll tell you.”
Xia Mang gave her an expectant look, took a sip, and gestured for her to go on.
“Gu Ting.”
“Cough, cough, cough!” Xia Mang choked on her own saliva, caught off guard.
“You, you, you… Don’t tell me you’re dating him?”
Xia Mang was heartbroken. When she left last time, she had sensed something odd about Gu Ting’s attitude toward Shen Qing—it was like he was desperate for her attention, even asking her out to eat.
Ha! A wolf in sheep’s clothing, indeed!
“No.” Shen Qing glanced at Xia Mang and settled onto the sofa.
Xia Mang followed and sat beside her. “Don’t deny it! He’s already sharing couple slippers with you!”
“You bought them.”
“How was I supposed to know you’d let a pig into your cabbage patch?” Xia Mang looked as if she could never teach her friend anything.

Shen Qing raised her hand and gave her a light slap. “We’re not dating.”
Xia Mang pouted. “But things are already like this. You two getting together is just a matter of time.”
“Feeling itchy and need a beating?” Shen Qing shot her a cold look, making Xia Mang shudder.
“Qingqing, are you really not tempted by him?” Xia Mang still dared to ask.
Shen Qing paused. “It depends.”
“Damn! That’s not ‘depends,’ that’s definitely something going on!” Xia Mang was completely unsettled now.
That brat from the Gu family—what on earth had he done to her little rascal?
Even minors weren’t safe from him!
Shen Qing tugged at Xia Mang’s sleeve indifferently. “Don’t overthink it. There’s nothing between us.”
“Do you think I’ll believe that?”
Shen Qing glanced at her coolly, took out her phone, and started playing a game, utterly unconcerned.
“Suit yourself.”
Xia Mang clutched her chest in anguish. “Listen to yourself—classic heartbreaker talk!”
Shen Qing stayed silent, absorbed in her game of Snake.
Xia Mang poked her arm. “Have you forgotten what the Gu family did to you? Or… is this your strategy?”
Shen Qing looked up in confusion, and Xia Mang continued, “Three years ago, you swallowed the Gu family’s goods. Three years later, you even swallowed their young master. When Gu Ting loves you to the bone, just dump him!”
“Quite the imagination.”