At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

"Is it possible every week?"

Gu Zhi, barefoot and wrapped in a soft woolen coat, moved closer to him.

"Hmm...okay."

"My mom is gone. Brother Che, I know you're not happy. You made four mistakes in class today, which has never happened before."

She paused, stood on tiptoe, and continued with a hint of longing in her eyes, "So, do you want to sit here a little longer? I bought some cream puffs and I want to eat them with my brother."

She said it was a question, but it was actually a way of being affectionate.

"..."

Su Che glanced at his watch.

It was exactly 11 a.m.

There are 4 hours left before the 3 PM play session ends.

Even if you stop by the Grammys to inquire along the way, it probably won't take more than 30 minutes.

Theoretically, yes.

"Gu Zhi, do you want to eat with me, or do you want me to keep you company?"

"I want you to stay with me."

Gu Zhi blinked, deciding not to make any more excuses.

"Alright, then it'll be in a bit."

Su Che tried his best to provide enough care, even when he was in a state of great anxiety.

"It's so kind of you."

Gu Zhi took off her black-rimmed glasses.

A venomous, phosphorescent glint flashed in his cold eyes.

As she returned to the dark room,

Su Che asked, puzzled:

"Why did the curtains close again as soon as I left? Are they automatic?"

"Mmm, I usually turn it off on a set timer. If you don't mind, could you leave it on? I've been a little afraid of the sun lately."

Gu Zhi's voice came from near and far, and when I came to my senses, it was coming from the double-door refrigerator in the kitchen.

"Okay."

Su Che did not refuse.

Sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, I pondered how to start the conversation once we arrived at the Grammys.

He had completely forgotten about his lesson with Gu Zhi just now.

Was it conducted in a dark environment or in bright sunlight from outside the window?

Thoughts are like rusty gears, stuck in the grooves, their edges rough and dull.

"Brother Che, the dessert is ready."

I've forgotten how much time has passed.

The sound of Gu Zhi gradually approaching came from outside the door.

Su Che subconsciously turned around.

A voice called out from the dark doorway, "Ah, open your mouth."

He responded with a sentence, then his jaw opened and closed without thinking.

I felt a piece of cream puff or daifuku being gently pinched by her and put into my mouth.

next second.

He chewed it like a puppet.

He frowned slightly.

"Is it delicious, Brother Che?"

"what."

Su Che couldn't possibly say it tasted bad.

After all, it was something Gu Zhi had prepared with great care.

I was racking my brains to find some new topics.

But the taste system is sending out an alarm—

It's a dessert made with chocolate powder and cream filling, but for some reason, the saltiness outweighs the sweetness.

Could the temporary loss of taste be due to anxiety?

Su Che narrowed his eyes and swallowed the dessert forcefully.

Not far away, Gu Zhi smiled from the bottom of her heart.

A sickly smile finally crept up, and he looked at me with an ambiguous expression—

She said contentedly, "If you like, I'll prepare different desserts for you every time you come."

……

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Chapter 70 'The Dancer' (Fourth Update)

Su Che walked down the street.

There was cream residue at the corner of my mouth.

Gu Zhi didn't tell him whether the cream puffs were bought from outside or made by himself.

But nothing else matters anymore, as long as it tastes good.

It's good that she can let it go.

-

Su Che arrived at the entrance of the Grammys.

Unlike before.

This time, he first squinted and peeked inside.

Looking out, you can see the sofa directly opposite the music store's bar.

Apart from a few students lingering in class, there was no one I wanted to see.

Bald Old Yang was also teaching in the inner room. Su Che frowned deeply, feeling that the light was out of place.

What exactly does he want from me?

Looking up at the three large Grammys logo on the signboard above the entrance, Su Che found himself in a rare moment of perfect sync with Gu Zhi—

The sunlight was blinding.

[To frequent places like this, sit at tables like these, and drink cheap tea that costs only a few dollars a bag.]

Su Che walked through the gate,

The children were startled to see a man reeking of death approaching silently.

They pushed and shoved their way away from the coffee table, making room for the sofa.

Su Che sat in the center of the sofa.

Perhaps it's the seat that person once sat in.

He stretched out his pale arm towards the empty bar, a few fingers slightly curled.

He grasped the handle of the teacup.

I didn't have high expectations for the taste.

There's nothing worth exploring or pondering.

I just instinctively clicked the buttons on the tea table, pumped water, boiled water, made tea, and took out paper cups, in a manner similar to what I had imagined.

I made myself a cup of tea.

Watching the steam rise from the hot tea, Su Che waited in a daze for the tea to cool down.

Not long after.

"Hey, Xiao Su, why didn't you tell me you were coming? What's going on?"

Bald Old Yang walked out of the classroom carrying his xylophone, followed by several elementary school students who had complained.

"fine."

Su Che picked up his teacup, pointed to where he was, and spoke softly:

"Teacher Yang, do you remember a few months ago, when a man sat here and handed Gu Zhi's mother a business card?"

"what?"

The bald man was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

He was seriously recalling it.

"Gu Zhi, is she your little girlfriend?"

"."

“I have quite a few parents who come here for consultations, I don’t know which one you’re referring to. But if we’re talking about tea... there is indeed a big shot here, he hasn’t come for several years, but he came to see me once a while ago.”

In a sudden instant,

Su Che's scarlet eyes narrowed into slits—

"This is it."