"Absolutely." Wen Siheng took a sip of tea calmly.
Leon at the next table put his hand on his shoulder and gave him a meaningful look.
"More than friends."
"We are not as familiar with them." Leon said with a slightly teasing tone.
Looking up at the dim and unclear expression of her opponent, Wen Siheng, Jian Anran couldn't guess what they said when they went out. She only saw the woman's head lowered when she came back, and the tip of her nose was a little red.
"So, the teacher's English name is Jere?" Xiangyi asked curiously.
"Jeremiah Wen." Amy on the side responded, "But we all call him J."
"If you search this name on Google Scholar, you will know how many projects he worked on when he was a student."
No wonder.
At the beginning of their acquaintance, Jian Anran searched for Wen Siheng's name on major domestic and foreign websites for a long time, but found no such person.
Except for the teacher profile page on the campus website, there is no trace of Wen Siheng.
It turns out that he used to do scientific research wearing a vest with a foreign language name.
Seeing the people sitting next to him recalling Wen Siheng's eventful past with great interest, Jian Anran's heart suddenly seemed to feel empty.
For a moment, Jian Anran seemed a little confused whether Jeremiah was his vest or the name Wen Siheng was his vest.
It seems that the wonderful world outside truly belongs to him, and Luo Da is just a secluded place where he wears a novice teacher's vest.
Or even, when will he suddenly miss the turbulent life in the past and leave this second-tier town that is stable and without a trace of trouble without hesitation?
As the only E person (Extrovert) in the studio, Mi Yingying had a lively chat with the person sitting next to her, trying hard to discover Wen Siheng's past life.
"What? Are you from ZH Studio?" Mi Yingying was shocked.
"Yes." The person in the next seat smiled and nodded.
"Oh my god," she couldn't help but sigh, "then haven't you all met ZH himself?"
"What's this?" A man gave Wen Siheng a look, "ZH personally invited you, Professor Wen, to her studio."
"What? Has the teacher gone?"
"How can I still be here after going?" Amy said, raising her eyes to peek at the motionless person opposite.
Wen Siheng never responded. He just lowered his head and drank the tea. The cup quickly reached the bottom.
"Why don't we all share the table? It's really troublesome to turn your head and talk like this." Leon stood up and suggested.
"Okay, okay!" Xiangyi agreed.
Everyone is eager to dig into Wen Siheng’s unspoken past.
They know very well that if they do not seize the opportunity in front of them, they may never inquire again.
After finishing setting the table, the woman took the opportunity to sit next to Wen Siheng amid the ambiguous sounds from the people next to her.
Just when she was about to speak, she saw Wen Siheng take a step to the side, deliberately distanced herself, and her smile froze at the corner of her mouth.
"Sister, have you known our teacher for a long time?" Xiangyi asked cautiously.
The woman glanced at Wen Siheng from the corner of her eye, but his expression remained unchanged.
"Yeah, probably..." The woman's pupils began to lose focus, and she fell into memories.
"About ten years? We met when we were traveling after high school graduation."
"Graduation trip?" Mi Yingying became interested instantly.
"Yes," the woman smiled, "I was traveling around Europe at that time, and Jere happened to be visiting major campuses in the UK to choose a school, and that's how we met."
"Oh my god, this opening is like filming a movie." Mi Yingying sighed.
Xiangyi specifically said to Jian Anran, "Yes, the two of them look really good together."
This sentence stung Jian Anran's fragile self-esteem like a needle.
Traveling around Europe, choosing a school in the UK, any one of them is beyond the reach of her family.
When I looked up, I saw that this intellectual girl with a pretty face, easy chatter and laughter, had a job in one of the world's top firms.
Next to him is a boy who has received offers from major firms. He always sits upright and is meticulous.
At this time, the word "mangcainvmao" can only be applied to them in the form of intertextuality.
Both men and women are talented, and both men and women are beautiful.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a match made in heaven. Feeling the gaze from the opposite side, Wen Siheng looked up and saw Jian Anran across from him deliberately glanced aside to avoid it.
Suddenly, she felt that her past pretentiousness was a bit ridiculous, and Jian Anran's chest felt a little tight. Her silence about marriage and divorce was just self-deception at the moment.
The reason why Cinderella can become the princess is because she is originally the daughter of a noble.
There are no fairy tales in the world, everything is a match.
"Yes, yes, we all like them both very much." Amy said, while deliberately pushing the woman towards Wen Siheng.
"We have broken up."
His lips opened and closed, and as soon as Wen Siheng finished speaking, the atmosphere instantly dropped to a critical level.
The air is so cold that it looks like it will freeze in the next second.
The woman's face suddenly darkened, and she sat beside her without saying a word.
It was Mi Yingying who changed the subject, "Oh, why is the food served so slowly today? I've been busy all afternoon and I'm almost starving to death."
"Come on, come on!" The waiter appeared in time, and everyone started to arrange the side dishes on the table in a noisy manner, which resolved the embarrassment just now.
I don’t know how their relationship started, nor how it ended.
Seeing Wen Siheng's unclear attitude and the woman's hesitant expression, it can be seen that their attitudes towards the end of this relationship are not unified.
When the sake ordered by Mi Yingying was served, a group of people suddenly remembered that they had not ordered drinks just now.
"What would you like to drink?" Amy flipped through the drink list.
After consulting a group of people for their opinions, they ordered a total of four or five drinks.
"How about you, Belly? How about sake?"
"Well..." The woman hesitated and shook her head.
"I heard their sake is very good," the boy on the side joked, "Is it because it's not your favorite whiskey that you don't drink it?"
Whiskey? Jian Anran instantly remembered that the first night she met Wen Siheng, he was drinking whiskey alone in a bar.
That night, they had an unusual spark.
His eyes followed Jian Anran as she stood up. She walked off the tatami and put on her shoes. Wen Siheng sat up almost subconsciously.
"Anran, where are you going?" Mi Yingying asked.
Jian Anran turned around and forced out a forced smile, "Bathroom."
The people at the table were bilingual and noisy, but no one noticed her walking towards the door.
When we walked to the door of the store, it was almost completely dark.
The shops on the street are turning on warm yellow lights one after another, and the streets are bustling with office workers looking for a place to eat after get off work.
Everyone passed by and opened the door of the izakaya. When they saw that it was full, they immediately closed it and left.
This relationship seemed a bit overcrowded, and Jian Anran couldn't tell whether she was a person outside the door or a person inside the door.
Leaving for too long will make people notice something strange. Jian Anran took a deep breath and turned back to the store.
When they came in, they were still discussing the issue of drinks.
"Belly, what's the matter with you? You ordered Sprite. That's not like you?"
