What a Mess in Your Circle

Forget about starting a class; showing off a trick or two occasionally is enough.

The six of them went to stroll around elsewhere.

The mobile phone market in this era was nowhere near as diverse as in later years, though authorized dealers with the Fruit phone sign could be seen everywhere.

Probably because Android still couldn't beat iOS in this era, but Lin Mo couldn't be bothered to change his phone now.

As long as it worked, it was fine.

However, the general consensus right now was that the Fruit phone was better.

If it weren't for the 30% tax on the Fruit phone, Lin Mo would also think it was pretty good.

Just as they were chatting idly, Fang Jun's phone rang abruptly.

He answered the call, his voice unconsciously growing a bit louder:

"Oh, Cai Junhuang, where are you? We're on the third floor. Alright, come on up then, we'll wait for you."

Hanging up, Fang Jun lifted his chin toward the group: "We're waiting for someone. Cai Junhuang, she says she'll be right here."

"Sure!" No one had any objections.

A few minutes later, a beautiful figure appeared at the top of the escalator.

The newcomer wore a bold crop top and loose, baggy wide-leg pants. As she walked, she exuded an uninhibited, carefree vibe, radiating the aura of a dancer.

Cai Junhuang, female, an art student from Grade 1, Class 8.

In terms of facial features alone, she was slightly inferior to Jiang Yunlu and Chu Miaomiao from their class. However, she won out with her unique temperament, naturally carrying the vibe of an idol trainee, as if she could break into an impromptu dance at any moment.

Because of this, she was extremely popular in class, and quite a few boys showed their affection for her, both openly and secretly.

Cai Junhuang came up and greeted them.

"Yo, everyone's here. Do you guys have any plans after picking up the zongzi?"

Fang Jun shrugged. "No plans. So we figured we'd just walk around first and grab the zongzi when we leave."

Hearing this, Cai Junhuang seemed to drop a burden, visibly letting out a sigh of relief.

"That's great. I was just wondering where to go after my dance class. I'll just tag along with you guys this afternoon then."

She spoke frankly, and her naturally friendly, easy-going personality made it hard to refuse.

A girl who traveled all the way to South Korea for her girl-group dream, ultimately returning in defeat, only to come back and open a dance studio.

She had good social connections and a good personality, but during high school, because she frequently had to attend professional training, she was practically an "outsider" in the class. Thus, Lin Mo wasn't very close to her.

And so, the party of seven continued to stroll through the mall.

They passed an elegantly decorated bookstore. It didn't just sell books; the rich aroma of coffee and baked pastries wafted out from inside. It was a multi-functional artistic space.

Jiang Yunlu's eyes lit up. She stopped and suggested, "I'm getting a bit tired from walking. Should we go in and sit for a while? I'll treat everyone to some drinks."

The young miss's tone carried its usual unquestionable generosity.

"Sure!"

Cai Junhuang was the first to respond, but after thinking it over, she raised her hand to voice an objection. "But isn't this place a bit inappropriate? It's so quiet. If the seven of us go in, it'll be like we're crashing the place. How about we find somewhere more relaxing?"

"Then where should we go? Don't tell me it's Mickey D's," Fang Jun asked casually.

"Bingo! Congratulations, you guessed it. Not only is this place expensive, but it's also not suitable for chatting. We definitely need to go to Mickey D's or KFC."

She spoke with righteous conviction, yet with a hint of playfulness.

Lin Mo nodded to himself. This art student was indeed very down-to-earth.

In his memory, her mother ran a grocery store in the wet market. Her family's financial situation was probably decent, but definitely not wealthy, so her spending habits were naturally more pragmatic.

Jiang Yunlu looked back at the bookstore, which required hushed voices, and then at the group of obviously restless peers beside her. Thinking about it carefully, such an environment really wasn't good for chatting.

She understood what Cai Junhuang meant; liveliness was what belonged to their age group.

"Alright, we'll listen to you. Let's go to Mickey D's."

The group immediately hit it off and marched grandly toward the fast-food restaurant.

On the way, the enthusiastic and cheerful Cai Junhuang quickly became the center of the conversation. She turned to look at Lin Mo, who hadn't spoken much, and suddenly asked mischievously:

"Hey, Lin Mo, let me ask you a question."

Lin Mo paused. "What?"

"Who do you think is prettier in our class, Jiang Yunlu or Chu Miaomiao?"

Lin Mo replied calmly, "Why don't you include yourself in the mix?"

Cai Junhuang was stunned for a moment, then asked excitedly, "Then who do you think is prettier out of me, Jiang Yunlu, and Chu Miaomiao?"

"In terms of pure looks, Jiang Yunlu is probably a bit prettier."

"Huh?!" Cai Junhuang pointed at herself.

"Why?! What about me?"

Lin Mo said with a serious face, "Because I can't bear to let Chu Miaomiao be at the bottom."

Cai Junhuang looked as if she had swallowed a fly. She took a deep breath, flipped him the middle finger, and walked ahead.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yunlu, who was walking beside them and had pricked up her ears early on, clearly felt a lot sweeter inside.

As for Chu Miaomiao, she wasn't unhappy either. After all, her thought was: He isn't willing to let me be at the bottom.

So the atmosphere was very harmonious; a world where only Cai Junhuang was hurt had been achieved.

Mickey D's was also crowded, but there happened to be a large, long table empty, so the group walked over and sat down.

"I'm not that hungry. How about we just get a McFlurry each?" Fang Jun suggested.

"Yes! I love McFlurries! I want a McFlurry!" Cai Junhuang raised her hand high.

Fang Jun looked at the enthusiastic Cai Junhuang and couldn't help but say, "I thought art students had to diet and control their food intake, like they can't eat this and can't eat that."

"Of course we can eat. Why couldn't we? Dance training burns so many calories, we definitely need to eat more."

As she spoke, Cai Junhuang's gaze landed on Chu Miaomiao's chest.

Then she looked down at herself—flat as a board—and couldn't help but sigh.

Well, she had to dance anyway. It was better not to have such burdens!

Even though she was really jealous.

Jiang Yunlu stood up. "Then I'll go buy the McFlurries. Lin Mo, come with me!"

However, before Lin Mo could stand up, Xie Yuling stood up even faster and directly hooked arms with Jiang Yunlu.

"Let's go, I'll go with you."

Even Jiang Yunlu herself didn't have time to react before she was dragged away.

At this time, you still had to order at the counter in Mickey D's.

It would be at least a few more years before things like mini-programs existed.

WeChat right now was just a recently born app.

Cai Junhuang said very directly, "Those two probably don't have a very good relationship, do they?"

Fang Jun saw it clearly and said with a smile, "Hard to say. You can only say they are good sisters, very good sisters."

At this moment, Fang Jun already carried a hint of a middle-aged man speaking with hidden meanings.

Lin Mo wanted to punch him.

Cai Junhuang's eyes flashed with a wise gleam, sweeping between the two girls, Lin Mo, and then slowly landing on Chu Miaomiao.

Finally, she clicked her tongue, "Tsk, your circle is really messy. Feels like a lot of trouble."