After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

night.

Three girls from Zhichun East Lane were either feeling melancholic, confused, or heartbroken.

Wei Yi, who rarely stays at school, took his three roommates out for dinner.

Xueyuan Road, around 7 p.m.

The food street near the Southwest Associated University was brightly lit.

The evening breeze at the end of September, carrying a coolness and the aroma of cumin, felt exceptionally comfortable against the skin.

The street was packed with students, and the plastic tables and chairs of the food stalls stretched from the shops onto the sidewalk.

The sounds of beer bottles clinking, oil sizzling on the grill, and shouts of people playing drinking games mingled together.

It's full of the warmth and life of everyday people.

Wei Yi walked in front, Zhao Gang followed beside him, and Luo Xiaofeng and Li Junjie lagged behind by half a step.

The four of them haven't had a proper get-together since military training ended.

Taking advantage of the rare opportunity, Wei Yi suggested going out for a drink.

"Which restaurant should we eat at?" Zhao Gang looked around. They were all freshmen and not familiar with the street yet.

"The barbecue place we ate at for our last back-to-school party," Wei Yi pointed to a stall with a queue on the street corner. "Their oysters are the best on this street, and their garlic sauce is homemade."

Luo Xiaofeng's eyes lit up: "This place is really delicious. It's just that the queue is terrifying."

"I have experience; they turn over tables quickly, so you won't have to wait more than a few minutes."

Good luck.

There happened to be a table not far from the entrance, and Wei Yi was the first to push through the crowd and claim the spot.

The tables and chairs still carried the lingering warmth of the previous table. He tossed the menu onto the table and shouted inside:

"Boss lady, forty oysters to start, the rest as you see fit, and two sets of beer!"

The proprietress, a woman in her forties from Northeast China, had a booming voice: "Alright, buddy! Just a moment, I'll be right there!"

Soon, two sets of beer were placed on the table.

Wei Yi opened a bottle for everyone, filled a glass, and the four of them clinked glasses together.

Zhao Gang downed half a glass, grinning, "Refreshing. I've been craving this for half a month during military training."

"It's not just military training." Luo Xiaofeng picked up a peanut. "You forgot the last time you were eating instant noodles in the dorm, and Wei Yi said he'd bring you barbecue. You were so touched you almost called him 'Dad'."

"Get lost. I was genuinely grateful, not after the barbecue."

"Then spit out the barbecue he brought you last time."

"Even a fart can be digested."

Li Junjie rarely spoke up: "This barbecue place is really delicious. Last time I ate here, my guitar was covered in cumin."

The other three turned to look at him at the same time.

Zhao Gang put down his glass: "Brother, we can't respond to that. Are you sure it's the smell of cumin, and not your terrible guitar playing?"

Li Junjie blushed, but the corners of his mouth were still turned up.

Luo Xiaofeng took the beer bottle from Wei Yi and filled it for him.

Wei Yi leaned back in his chair and watched this scene, the cold touch of the beer can in his hand making him feel somewhat dazed.

This scene overlapped with my past life, and it was almost impossible to tell the difference.

In his past life, he also frequently came here with these three guys.

Back then, it was just pure friendship between classmates.

Without milk tea or Tage Technology, he was just an ordinary freshman, raised by his older sister and living a carefree life.

After graduation, Zhao Gang joined the army, Luo Xiaofeng returned to his hometown, Li Junjie went to the south, and he stayed in Yanjing. The four of them went their separate ways and never got together for a barbecue again.

I never imagined we'd be sitting together again in this lifetime.

"The oysters are here!"

The proprietress brought over a large baking tray, with garlic oysters neatly arranged in a row, their shells still sizzling.

Each person is given a serving of lemon and a special sauce.

Wei Yi squeezed some lemon juice into his mouth, and it tasted fresh, sweet, and succulent.

He squinted his eyes contentedly, thinking that his life consisted of nothing but his sisters and making money.

The third most important thing is to start over with the things you didn't cherish in your past life.

For example, we should eat this delicious barbecue several times.

Zhao Gang ate three in a row before he remembered to catch his breath, and while chewing, he began to discuss the girls in his class.

Luo Xiaofeng responded faster than he could grab a class, while Li Junjie chimed in casually, and the conversation was about to escalate into a serious debate.

"So I said it first, I think Jiang Wan is the prettiest in our class. There's no dispute about that, right?" Zhao Gang tossed the oyster shells onto the plate.

"Everyone knows that," Luo Xiaofeng rolled his eyes. "The question is, do you dare to pursue them? They wouldn't even look at someone like us."

"What do you mean by 'people like us'? I'm a national defense student, a proper military officer prospect."

"Last time you greeted her with 'Hello, class monitor,' and she replied with 'Hello,' and then you blushed. That's all I have to say."

Zhao Gang almost slammed his beer mug on the table.

Li Junjie added insult to injury: "I can testify to that."

Wei Yi listened from the side, smiled, and didn't say anything.

His evaluation of Jiang Wan was always summed up in eight words: good-looking and with extremely high standards.

In her past life, there was a long line of men pursuing her, but she never even glanced at any of them.

She eventually married a wealthy second-generation heir with a net worth of billions.

In this lifetime, whenever she took the initiative to approach him, he only treated her as a routine social interaction with the class beauty, without any other thoughts.

He already has three older sisters to worry about.

Besides, considering his sister's character and the circumstances of their previous life.

There's much more to come.

While we were chatting, the proprietress brought out a large plate of various grilled skewers.

The four of them were also starving, and they devoured most of the large plate of kebabs in no time.

While I was eating, a voice came from behind me.

"Wei Yi! Zhao Gang! You're here too!"

Wei Yi looked back.

Three girls were standing together behind their table.

The girl at the front had a neat short haircut, a round, slightly chubby face, and two dimples when she smiled, which made her look very friendly.

He remembered that her name was Li Naixin, and she was also in his class. She sat in the front row at the last class meeting and shared a dormitory with Jiang Wan.

The other two girls include Zhang Shiqi, who is not tall and has a bit of baby fat. She is wearing a loose sweatshirt and jeans and looks very cute.

The last one is Jiang Wan.

Today, Jiang Wan wore a white chiffon blouse with a light gray pleated skirt, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. The moment she stood there, the lively atmosphere of the entire street seemed to be suppressed by her presence.

The dim lights of the night market shone on her profile, making her face appear even whiter, which caused the boys at the surrounding tables to subconsciously glance at her several times.

"Want to go together?"

Wei Yi shifted his chair and called out to the proprietress, "Proprietress, three sets of tableware, and thirty oysters!"

"Okay!"

Li Naixin generously pulled her two roommates to sit down.

She took the initiative to sit next to Zhao Gang, Zhang Shiqi sat down next to Luo Xiaofeng, and Jiang Wan glanced around at the remaining empty seats before finally sitting down next to Wei Yi.

When she sat down, she brought with her a faint scent of gardenias, mixed with the subtle aroma of cumin from the barbecue.

Wei Yi thought that the scent was similar to the perfume Lin Siyan used, but lighter.

"We originally wanted to eat mala tang (a type of spicy hot pot), but the line at that shop stretched all the way down the street."

Li Naixin rinsed her cup with tea and casually started the conversation, "I suggested we have barbecue, but Shiqi said she was worried about getting pimples, and Jiang Wan said whatever. In the end, we came anyway."

Zhang Shiqi whispered in defense, "I didn't say I was afraid of getting pimples. I said my allowance for this month is almost over."

Zhao Gang waved his hand dismissively: "Don't worry, Boss Wei is treating today."

"Wow, then we'll have to order more and eat more! Otherwise, we'll be disrespecting Boss Wei!" Li Naixin exclaimed.

Zhang Shiqi chimed in, "Long live Boss Wei!"

Now, there are very few people at the United University's College of Applied Arts and Sciences who don't know Wei Yi.

After all, the vast majority of people in the school, including teachers, have enjoyed the convenience of shared bicycles.

Wei Yi smiled and handed Jiang Wan a pair of disposable chopsticks.

When Jiang Wan took it, her fingertips touched the back of his hand, and she said "thank you".

With the addition of three girls, the atmosphere at the table subtly changed.

Li Naixin clearly had feelings for Zhao Gang; she would laugh uproariously every time Zhao Gang told a lame joke.

Wei Yi chuckled inwardly.

Zhao Gang will no longer need to sing "Single Love Song" by the dormitory window.

He remembered that in his past life, Li Naixin and Zhao Gang were together.

It's been over a year since then.

Luo Xiaofeng was surprisingly talkative, chatting with Zhang Shiqi about everything from military training to the cafeteria, and from the cafeteria to elective courses, one topic after another.

At first, Zhang Shiqi just nodded and nodded, but later she was able to take the initiative to say a few words.

Li Junjie sat in the corner, silently shelling edamame. When no one spoke, he would just lower his head and eat his own food.

When someone asked him when he would play the guitar for us, he looked up and said, "Anytime is fine," and then continued shelling edamame.

Jiang Wan sat next to Wei Yi, maintaining a polite smile from beginning to end, neither trying to blend in nor deliberately distancing herself, like a gardenia blooming in a corner.

After Li Naixin finished telling a funny story about her class, Wei Yi couldn't help but laugh.

He was about to reply when Jiang Wan tilted her head and changed the subject: "By the way, has that positioning drift bug I told you about last time been fixed?"

"It's fixed. My technical advisor said there was a problem with the GPS module's cache clearing logic, so he updated it to a newer version."

"That's good. I tried it yesterday when I rode my bike to the library, and the location of the drop-off point at the east gate was indeed accurate."

After saying that, she changed the subject, picked up a peanut, and acted as if she had just mentioned it casually.

Wei Yi suddenly realized something.

Every time Jiang Wan spoke to him, she would stop right at the point where he needed to say something next.

Don't ask too many questions, don't press for answers, and don't show off how much you know.

But the feedback she "casually" offered always made me feel very comfortable.

This girl's emotional intelligence must be at least 150.

Halfway through the meal, new oysters arrived.

Wei Yi was just picking up an oyster to squeeze lemon juice when he caught a glimpse of Jiang Wan staring at the oyster in his hand, her eyes showing a hint of unease.

"Jiang Wan, you don't eat oysters?"

"No, it's nothing," she quickly waved her hand. "It's just that I'm not very good at making lemon juice. I'll give it a try."

She took a lemon juicer, squeezed it, but the juice didn't come out. She squeezed it again, but still nothing came out.

Wei Yi handed over the oyster he had just picked. "You eat first."

Jiang Wan hesitated for half a second, took the oyster, scooped a little sauce onto it with a small spoon, and then gently sucked it into her mouth.

The sweet juice burst on her tongue, and she closed her eyes briefly, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under the light.

When she opened her eyes, she said, "It's delicious. The sauce here is much better than the one across from our school."

Wei Yi smiled and moved on to the next one.

It was a little past nine o'clock, and the night breeze was getting cooler.

The three girls said they were going back to their dorm. Li Naixin and Zhao Gang had already added each other on WeChat.

Zhang Shiqi and Luo Xiaofeng had also swapped phone numbers at some point.

When Jiang Wan stood up, she took a pack of wet wipes out of her bag and placed it on the table: "Wipe your hands. You guys don't bring wet wipes when you eat barbecue, do you?"

"Thank you. How did you know?"

"I guessed." She smiled, her two dimples flashing by.

After the three girls had walked away, Zhao turned his neck back from the direction where Jiang Wan's figure disappeared, took a deep breath, and said, "I feel like I can pursue Li Naixin."

"Didn't you say she only got 60 points?" Luo Xiaofeng said, peeling peanuts.

"Sixty points is enough, that's passing. And her dimples when she smiles deserve at least ten more points."

Luo Xiaofeng turned to look at Li Junjie: "What do you think?"

"I think dimples look better when they are symmetrical." Li Junjie pondered seriously for a moment, "Li Naixin's dimples are a little deeper on the left than on the right."

Everyone at the table fell silent.

Wei Yi raised his beer glass: "Come on, let's have a drink. What should we toast to... Li Junjie for his exceptional observation skills."

Li Junjie looked unconvinced: "I just have my own unique aesthetic system."

Everyone at the table burst into laughter.

On the way back after paying the bill, the streetlights cast a warm yellow glow on Xueyuan Road.

Luo Xiaofeng was still arguing with Li Junjie whether Zhang Shiqi's glasses looked better round or square.

Zhao Gang suddenly nudged Wei Yi: "Jiang Wan talked to you the whole time, and she even toasted you first. Didn't you notice?"

Wei Yi tossed the wet wipes he had used to wipe his hands into a roadside trash can and smiled, "You're overthinking it."

A cool breeze blew by, and Wei Yi squinted his eyes in comfort.

The scent of gardenias from when Jiang Wan was unpacking chopsticks next to him seemed to still linger at the tip of his nose, but it was quickly dispelled by the aroma of barbecue coming from the other side.

He suddenly realized that his sister should already be resting in bed.

I didn't go back to 1203 today, and I don't know if she took her medication on time or if she was staying up late again to revise reports.

Forget it.

I'll call and ask tomorrow.

If all else fails, go back and check on things; at most, don't stay overnight.