Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 287 Dance C
As dusk deepened, the lights on campus came on.

The stadium was unusually lively, with the cacophony of voices audible from afar.

Today's social event was divided into two parts.

If the afternoon's activities were a "college student matchmaking event," then the evening's dance party was a so-called couples' special.

Love can't wait. If you want to express your love, invite the person you like to dance.

Looking at the huge subtitles displayed in the stadium with colored lights, Han Zhou and Gu Zheng both fell silent.

"Um... I don't think anyone mentioned having this idea before, right?" Han Zhou asked uncertainly after a moment's hesitation.

"No."

Gu Zheng quickly shook her head, looking somewhat uneasy, and stole glances at Han Zhou's expression.

Han Zhou was sending a message to class monitor Tang Wenshuang to ask a question, and the latter quickly replied: "You mean the title? This was Deng Xue's suggestion to add. Look, this afternoon is 'blind date,' so in the evening we should deepen our relationship, right? It can also attract couples to participate and express their feelings through dancing. Isn't that romantic?"

"romantic."

In fact, Han Zhou didn't find it romantic; he was just giving the squad leader and vice-squad leader face.

As if suddenly remembering something, Tang Wenshuang asked curiously, "Are you at the gymnasium right now? I remember you didn't seem interested in social events, so why are you suddenly at the gymnasium? Did you invite some girl to the dance?"

"Yes." Han Zhou did not deny it, "but that was before I saw the title."

He still needs to keep his relationship with Guzheng ambiguous and cannot easily define it as a romantic relationship, even in front of outsiders.

Tang Wenshuang replied almost instantly, giving the impression of impatience: "Wow, can you tell me who that girl is?"

"No."

"Tell me, I promise I won't tell anyone."

"You don't need to tell me, I believe many people in the class will come, they will see it."

Han Zhou said helplessly, "Stop pretending. As the organizer of the social event, how could you not be there in person? You've probably already seen me, haven't you?"

Tang Wenshuang didn't reply for a long time, so Han Zhou subconsciously looked behind him and saw a girl wearing glasses walking gracefully over. She smiled and said, "I already told you, this event was mainly organized by my brother, and it doesn't really have much to do with me."

Standing next to her was a girl, Deng Xue, who was slightly chubby. She still looked shy and bashful, staring at the floor as she said, "Good evening, Han Zhou."

Han Zhou chuckled: "Good evening, but were you looking for me on the ground?"

Deng Xue looked embarrassed and quickly shook her head, saying, "No, that's not it."

Compared to the first day of school, she has clearly lost some weight. I don't know if it's because she's too busy with her class committee work or because she's been sticking to her weight loss plan.

Han Zhou introduced, "These two are my classmates, the class monitor and the vice class monitor, and this is a good friend I've known since high school."

"good friend?"

Tang Wenshuang gave a meaningful smile and took the initiative to shake hands with Guzheng, saying, "Hello, my name is Tang Wenshuang, you are very beautiful."

After spending some time together, Han Zhou realized that the class monitor wasn't as serious and earnest as he had seemed at the beginning of the semester; he was actually quite easy to get along with.

"Hello, I'm Guzheng." Guzheng smiled and said, "You're very beautiful too."

"I...I'm called Deng Xue." Deng Xue forced a smile at her.

After chatting for a while, Han Zhou asked curiously, "Speaking of which, there's a question that's been bothering me. Was this social event really prepared specifically for the student council election?"

"That's one reason, but it has nothing to do with us," Tang Wenshuang said.

"Of course it's related. If your brother is elected student council president, then I'll be a relative of him from now on," Han Zhou said solemnly.

Tang Wenshuang chuckled, "The only one who qualifies as a 'connected person' is my younger sister. What does that have to do with you?"

"I remember when you ran for class monitor, you said you would help every classmate solve their problems, right?"

Please add the word 'try your best'.

Han Zhou's expression was somber: "You're not trying to say this is your campaign rhetoric for running for class committee, are you?"

"Of course not, but I can only help with things that are within my power and not excessive. What, is there anything you need my help with?" Tang Wenshuang asked curiously.

"I don't need it for now, but I might not need it in the future. I'll make an appointment in advance."

Gu Zheng listened silently until the two stopped talking, then casually asked, "Um... I also have a question to ask."

The three of them looked at her at the same time.

Are there any special rules for tonight's dance?

For example, they have to hold hands all the time... Guzheng silently added in her mind.

"There are no rules, not even restrictions on the type of dance. Just dance to the music when it's time," Deng Xue explained softly.

"That's it..."

Guzheng was somewhat disappointed, but then seemed to remember something, "No restrictions on dance style?"

“Yes.” Tang Wenshuang wiped her glasses. “After all, many people can’t even dance. As long as they can move to the music, that’s enough. We can’t ask for too much, lest we dampen everyone’s enthusiasm.”

Han Zhou pondered, "What if there's a situation where a ballad is playing, but someone is breaking danced wildly?"

"Possibly," Tang Wenshuang said with a smile, "if we can ignore everyone's gaze and the atmosphere around us."

The implication is that if you're thick-skinned enough, you can definitely give it a try.

As the organizers of the event, Tang Wenshuang and Deng Xue had other things to do, so they didn't chat with Han Zhou and Deng Xue for too long and left soon after.

"It's a good thing you weren't on the class committee, otherwise you'd be just as busy as them." Han Zhou watched the two leave.

"So what if I'm busy?" Gu Zheng was thinking about something else and was somewhat absent-minded.

"Then we won't have much time to meet."

Gu Zheng was taken aback, then muttered softly, "It sounds like you really want to meet me..."

"I really want to see you." Han Zhou looked at her questioningly. "Isn't it obvious?"

Seeing Gu Zheng's blank expression, as if struck by lightning, he nodded to himself. It seemed that what was said online was true; sincerity was indeed always the ultimate weapon.

Gu Zheng was indeed very happy, almost unable to suppress her smile, but she still muttered, "I feel like you've been saying nice things lately..."

"Because I've become more and more honest," Han Zhou said shamelessly.

Only a fool would believe you.

Gu Zheng pouted, then secretly smiled.

Han Zhou glanced at her, taking in her expression, and suddenly asked, "Gu Zheng, if one day you find out I lied to you, what will you do?"

"Why are you suddenly asking this? Have you been lying to me lately?" Gu Zheng looked at him suspiciously.

Han Zhou smiled but remained silent.

Gu Zheng looked away and shook her head, saying, "I don't know either. I haven't thought about this kind of thing."

What if Han Zhou lied to me? — She had never even considered this possibility.

"...He'll probably be really angry, and then he'll beat you up," she said hesitantly. "And then what?"

"Of course I forgive you, what else can I do?" She rolled her eyes at the other person, perhaps thinking that they were too easy to bully, and then raised her head the next second. "But that depends on how sincere your attitude is in admitting your mistake."

“Absolutely correct.” Han Zhou said with a serious expression.

"You're already thinking about admitting your mistakes? You were just trying to lie to me, weren't you..."

Just as Guzheng was about to ask further, she suddenly heard an excited voice from not far away: "Guzheng!"

Turning my head, I saw a smiling face; it was Wang Runxue, a classmate.

"She's my classmate," she introduced to Han Zhou.

“I know, we met this afternoon,” Han Zhou said with a smile.

Seen it?

Gu Zheng was somewhat surprised, but then she saw Wang Runxue walking over quickly and smiling, "So you really came to the ball too."

She glanced at Han Zhou with a complicated expression, sighed inwardly, and handed the bamboo skewers she always carried back to him. "I've been carrying these with me all along, so this should be fine, right?"

Han Zhou mentally calculated the time and nodded, saying, "It's ready."

"What is this?" Gu Zheng picked up the bamboo stick and examined it repeatedly.

"My divination tool," Han Zhou said mysteriously, "through it, I can see a person's fate a week from now."

Gu Zheng was taken aback, and gave Wang Runxue a strange look: "You tricked Han Zhou... and invited him into your club?"

Although she didn't pay attention to what was happening in the class, she had heard about some of the things her classmates talked about a lot, such as Wang Runxue's obsession with divination.

"I didn't join any clubs."

Han Zhou didn't give Wang Runxue and Guzheng much of a chance to talk. He explained with a smile, "This is a divination method I taught myself. I saw that you, my classmate, are also interested in divination, so we exchanged ideas."

Gu Zheng didn't think much of it and asked curiously, "Is it accurate?"

"Quite accurate."

"Then you can do a fortune telling for me later. I'm sure something good will happen to me next week."

"it is good."

Watching the two chat casually, Wang Runxue scoffed inwardly, wondering what charm this man possessed that could make so many girls swoon.

She considered exposing him in public several times, but the thought of being destroyed along with him made her give up the idea. Instead, she stared at Han Zhou with disdain, trying to make him die of shame.

"Is there something you need?" Han Zhou asked, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to remind you not to forget to tell me the divination results." Wang Runxue said with a forced smile.

"I understand," Han Zhou said with a smile. "I also want to remind you that although I haven't been practicing for long, I can predict far more things than you imagine."

He was warning the girl that she shouldn't try to tell Guzheng on him, or no one would get away with it.

Their gazes met in the air, as if sparks were flying.

Gu Zheng sensed something was wrong and asked, puzzled, "Do you two have some kind of conflict?"

"No." The two said in unison. Wang Runxue explained, "As the saying goes, competitors are enemies. It's normal for us to dislike each other."

Han Zhou was somewhat surprised, wondering why this guy would take the initiative to make amends, when he turned around and saw a tall boy with a gentle smile walking over.

Wang Runxue smiled and waved, excitedly saying, "President, you're here."

No wonder this guy suddenly became so obedient; so this is her company president...

Han Zhou glanced at the boy again and immediately understood. It seemed that this guy was interested in the club president. They were both at the gym late at night, so they must have arranged to dance together.

Sure enough, the boy gave a wry smile and said, "I'm sorry, I really have no talent for dancing. I'll have to trouble you to teach me later."

"No problem," Wang Runxue readily agreed. "Dancing is one of my strengths."

Han Zhou's heart skipped a beat. He turned his head to look, and Gu Zheng's gaze suddenly sharpened, as if the authority of a deity had been challenged.

Wang Runxue and the president of the fortune-telling club did not notice anything unusual. The latter squinted at the title not far away and asked, "Xiaoxue, can you help me see what's written over there? I forgot to wear my glasses when I went out, so I can't see it very clearly."

Wang Runxue's expression changed slightly. She had actually seen the title as soon as she entered the room, and she was already feeling extremely embarrassed. Now that the president of the club was actually asking her to read it out voluntarily, it was just too embarrassing.

"Um... I actually have night blindness, so I can't see very well. Guzheng, could you read it for me?"

She smiled awkwardly and turned to look in the direction where the guzheng was. In this situation, it would be best to have a third party intervene, but there was no one there anymore. The guzheng had already been taken away by Han Zhou.

The most infuriating thing is that the scumbag actually turned around and gave her a thumbs-up, giving her a "you'd better work hard" look, before walking away smugly.

Night blindness?

The president next to him was startled at first, then said with concern, "Then you should take more vitamin A."

"Um... I'm taking supplements now, I should recover soon."

"Huh, is night blindness really that easy to recover from?"

"Maybe it's because my constitution is a bit special..."

Wang Runxue chuckled awkwardly.

……

On the other side of the stadium, Gu Zheng looked at Han Zhou with a puzzled expression: "Why did you suddenly pull me away?"

Han Zhou shrugged: "Didn't you see the title? They've already agreed to dance together, so let's not be third wheels."

And I don't want to see you turn a perfectly good ball into a dance king competition... he silently added in his mind.

"Makes sense."

Gu Zheng's eyes darted around, and she suddenly said with a wandering gaze, "Oh right, I'm probably too tired this afternoon. I feel a little weak, and I might not be able to dance properly later."

It's obviously a lie...

Han Zhou cooperated by showing a concerned expression: "Then what should we do? How about we don't jump anymore, and you go back and get some rest?"

How can that work!
Gu Zheng quickly shook her head and said, "No, you've practiced for so long, wouldn't it be a waste of all your efforts if you didn't dance?"

Han Zhou suppressed a laugh and feigned confusion, asking, "So you mean..."

Gu Zheng's face was serious: "My current problem is that I'm not very good at dancing Dance A. Slower dances like Dance C are not a problem. This dance party doesn't restrict dance styles, so..."

She was nervous, afraid that Han Zhou would see through her thoughts.

Han Zhou did see through her thoughts, but he didn't expose them and just smiled gently.

"Okay, let's dance to Dance C then."

There's one more chapter that I won't be able to post today.

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