Don't think of rebirth.

On the first day of winter vacation, Gu Qinghuan didn’t understand. Shouldn’t she be sleeping in bed?

Although there is free breakfast, it is really not easy to get up in the morning in winter.

Fang Wanfu sat opposite her, supporting himself on the table with both hands, and knocked his forehead directly on the table: "I'm sorry! Help!"

Even though there were few people in the store at the moment, Gu Qinghuan felt a few gazes, which stung her so much that she couldn't help but twitch her lips.

The breakfast that Fang Wanfu treated them to was served. Gu Qinghuan poured some vinegar into the dipping sauce dish, then picked up the chopsticks with her right hand and the spoon with her left hand.

First, pick up the soup dumpling and place it on the spoon, then make a small bite, and the delicious and rich soup will flow out, exuding a domineering aroma.

Gu Qinghuan was not in a hurry to eat, as it was too hot. While waiting for the soup dumplings to cool down, she asked, "What can I do for you?"

After saying that, she quickly put the spoon into her mouth and finished a steamed dumpling in one gulp.

Fang Wanfu raised his head with a sad expression: "Do you know what you can do if you go out to play with others?"

Gu Qinghuan stopped picking up the second soup dumpling and couldn't help blinking: "Ah? Who are you going out to play with?"

Fang Wanfu nodded heavily: "After the final exam yesterday, I was chatting with a few classmates and I agreed to take a few people out to play this afternoon."

Gu Qinghuan slowly took a bite of the second soup dumpling, blew on it, and then said, "You've never gone out to play with friends, have you?"

Fang Wanfu rolled his eyes and said, "If you say that, I will really cry in front of you."

Friend? How could this word appear in his dictionary!

Gu Qinghuan calmly ate the second soup dumpling: "You cry."

Fang Wanfu couldn't cry and was trying to howl when the waiter brought him noodles with pickled mustard greens and shredded pork and pork chop.

Gu Qinghuan pushed the pork chop noodles in front of him. He was tired of eating soup dumplings, so he had some noodles to change the taste.

Fang Wanfu was interrupted and could only eat the pickled mustard greens and shredded pork noodles in a sullen manner, mumbling, "If you don't answer, does that mean you haven't gone out with your friends either?"

"You chose the wrong person to use your provocation on." Gu Qinghuan took a bite of the hot noodles and then took a sip of the noodle soup.

Feeling that the resentment from getting up early had almost disappeared, Gu Qinghuan asked, "How many classmates are there?"

"Five, three girls and two boys, including me, making it a total of three girls and three boys." Fang Wanfu replied quickly.

"Do you know these five people? For example, their interests and hobbies?" After Gu Qinghuan said this, she saw Fang Wanfu's confused face and knew there was no hope.

"It should be these classmates who took the initiative to find you, right? The five of them may have a good relationship." Gu Qinghuan guessed.

If they don't have much contact in normal times, it means that A and B are not familiar with each other, but both want to know Fang Wanfu, and at the same time Fang Wanfu is not familiar with A and B either - this is simply a hellish interpersonal communication case.

It's like at a social event, two strangers fall in love with the same person at first sight, and then decide to go on a threesome date.

Just thinking about that scene makes me want to dig out a room with a sea view.

Gu Qinghuan felt that those people would not be so reckless and they should be acquaintances of each other.

"How about you try a script-killing game or escape room?" Gu Qinghuan suggested.

The other party obviously wants to get to know Fang Wanfu better. In this case, it would be more appropriate to choose games with strong interactivity such as script-killing and escape room, where they can chat and solve puzzles together.

If they went to the zoo like they did with Yin Xisheng, it was inevitable that there would be times when the six of them could not take care of each other, and they would tend to go in groups of three or four.

But script-killing games and escape rooms are different. Six people can form a small team and don’t have to compete with others.

Fang Wanfu, who had never played this kind of team game with anyone, fell into deep thought. He silently finished most of the bowl of noodles before looking up and saying uncertainly, "It seems not bad?"

Gu Qinghuan rolled her eyes: "Anyway, I've already given you an idea. It's up to you whether you want to adopt it or not."

She filled her stomach and felt that her morning trip was worthwhile, so she got up and prepared to go home.

As a result, Fang Wanfu grabbed her elbow again and said, "No, sister, you can't just abandon me like this. Wait a minute, I'll ask those people what they think."

Gu Qinghuan had no choice but to sit down again and watch Fang Wanfu send the message cautiously.

Fortunately, the five other people liked this very much and soon started discussing whether to choose script-killing or escape room. It can be seen that they do have experience in playing together.

Fang Wanfu had never played this kind of game with his friends, so for now he could only watch others talking in the group, unable to get a word in, and didn’t quite understand.

However, he was very much looking forward to playing games with his classmates in the afternoon.

"Can I go now?" Gu Qinghuan stood up again.

Fang Wanfu nodded hurriedly: "Thank you very much. I will show you the design of your clothes as soon as I finish drawing it."

"You should finish Zhan Zhanchen's painting first." Gu Qinghuan shook his head and went home.

Although Fang Wanfu called her out for a meeting early in the morning, he was tactful enough to arrange the meeting at a breakfast shop near Gu Qinghuan's home.

So Gu Qinghuan didn't need to run too far, he could just walk two steps out of the community gate to get there.

When she returned home, she bought some steamed buns, fried dough sticks and soy milk as breakfast for Gu Haiyan and Wang Jiaan.

As soon as the door was opened, Xiao Si ran out of the room, ran to Gu Qinghuan's feet, and rubbed her calves.

This morning, Gu Haiyan and Wang Jiaan also stayed in bed and refused to get up, so no one gave Xiao Si freeze-dried food.

Seeing Gu Qinghuan coming back, Xiao Si of course asked for some food.

Gu Qinghuan placed breakfast on the table and called her mother and father to get up and eat while pouring some freeze-dried pills for Xiao Si.

Wang Jiaan rubbed his hair, came out of the bedroom in thick pajamas, and yawned: "Who called you out this morning?"

Gu Qinghuan answered simply: "Future fashion designer."

Wang Jiaan remembered: "Oh, the one who dressed up as a girl when he was a kid."

Gu Qinghuan choked. Her father was really good at remembering key points.

Gu Qinghuan would occasionally pick out topics to talk to her mother and father about what happened at school, mostly out of a desire to share.

Sometimes she would ask her family how to deal with some problems they encountered. This is how she learned many ways to treat people and deal with things.

Wang Jiaan asked again: "What does he want you to do?"

"He was going to play with his classmates in the afternoon and asked me to give him some advice. He also treated me to breakfast." Gu Qinghuan replied.

"What did you have for breakfast?" Wang Jiaan's focus began to stray.

"Zhang's soup dumplings and pork chop noodles. The pork chop this morning was well-braised and delicious." Gu Qinghuan smacked his lips.

While the father and daughter were chatting, Gu Haiyan also came out of the bedroom.

She also heard the conversation between Gu Qinghuan and Wang Jiaan: "He came here specially for this issue instead of sending you a message or calling you, which shows that he takes this matter very seriously."

"Yeah, I hope he can have more fun with his classmates." Gu Qinghuan said casually.

But she didn't expect that the follow-up of this matter would be quite unexpected.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, Gu Qinghuan received another call, but this time it was from Zhan Lichen.

"Squad leader, do you want to eat melon?" Zhan Zhanchen went straight to the point.

"Eat!" Gu Qinghuan said without hesitation.

"Fang Wanfu was confessed to in a script-killing shop, and the other party seemed to be his fan." As soon as Zhan Zhanchen opened his mouth, it was big news.

Gu Qinghuan was shocked, and then heard Zhan Chen say, "I just happened to pass by and ate some melons. But after she was rejected by Fang Wanfu, she thought that the person he liked was me, and she even declared war on me."

Gu Qinghuan: Wait, why did this melon taste different while I was eating it? !