To show his anger, Sheng Chuyi demanded that the girl must write a 3,000-word reflection and only then would he allow her to contact him.
The next morning, he saw Shen Zhaozhao standing at the entrance of the boys' dormitory.
She was holding breakfast in her hand.
"Ding ding ding... Look, what I have brought you? I lined up early in the morning just to buy this—the big meat buns from Canteen Five." Shen Zhaozhao waved the steaming breakfast bag in front of Sheng Chuyi and urged, "Let's find a place to eat, shall we?"
This girl was hardly an early riser.
Sheng Chuyi looked at the breakfast in her hand and asked, "Shen Zhaozhao, what are you doing?"
"Can't you see? I'm trying to please you!"
Shen Zhaozhao stepped forward and hugged his arm, her voice soft, "I know I was wrong. Please stop being mad at me. I promise I won't touch alcohol again, not any kind of alcohol. I've even told my dad not to use beer when he cooks braised pork at home."
That might be taking it too far!
