novellhall Chapter 28 Instant Coffee
Chapter 28 Instant Coffee
The two were having a good chat, while in the corridor outside the private room...
Meng Ziyi and the square-faced boy were waiting boredly.
Meng Ziyi leaned against the wall in the corridor, her down jacket rubbing against the wallpaper and making a soft creaking sound.
She was holding her phone, her thumb rapidly typing on the screen, seemingly chatting with someone.
She had one foot on the ground and the other on the wall, looking very relaxed.
Zhang Wanyi stood opposite her, leaning against the other wall, her eyes looking anxiously toward the door of the private room.
"Meng Ziyi, are we just going to wait like this?"
Meng Ziyi, on the other hand, is very easygoing.
She locked her phone screen, looked up at Zhang Wanyi, and her almond-shaped eyes were filled with unwavering determination.
"Don't worry. I know the guy inside; it's all taken care of."
As she spoke, she waved her phone in her hand.
Although she spoke with great conviction, Zhang Wanyi still didn't quite believe her.
After all, Sister Meng's thought process is a bit unusual.
Although the two were not in the same class, they had interacted during large lectures.
Moreover, Meng Ziyi was quite famous in her year.
It's not because she's the most beautiful school belle, but because she always manages to say the most outrageous things in the most serious situations.
During a performance class, the teacher asked them to improvise a scene about the pain of losing a lover. Everyone was crying their eyes out, but Meng Ziyi stared at the teacher and asked, "I can't cry because I was the one who broke up with you."
"Will it work?" Zhang Wanyi asked again. His square face was full of unease.
"Of course!" Sister Meng crossed her arms, her tone full of composure and confidence.
"You saw Wang Zian too, uh, that boy from earlier."
"He's handsome, has a good physique, and is very tactful in his speech and actions."
"You have no idea, I've already passed both the preliminary and final exams."
As she said this, she suddenly glanced around the corridor to make sure no one was there, then leaned forward and lowered her voice to continue:
"I heard from Teacher Wang that he seems to have never studied acting, but he is very talented."
Meng Jie had said a lot, but Zhang Wanyi felt like she was just telling a story.
His expression finally changed when he heard, "You passed the preliminary and final auditions without any acting training."
I felt like I was listening to gibberish.
"Another incredibly talented guy?" Zhang Wanyi muttered to himself.
Sister Meng nodded. "Think about it, our school has produced a few gifted individuals, like Huang Xiaoming and Liu Yifei; they are all..."
She suddenly stopped talking.
The two people she mentioned seem to have questionable acting skills, which is inappropriate.
Huang Xiaoming, everything he thinks is like him.
Liu Yifei, the fairy sister.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Wanyi blinked her bewildered eyes and looked at Meng Ziyi, who had suddenly stopped.
Meng Ziyi was embarrassed to admit that she had just given the wrong example.
"Say something!"
"What are you talking about! Let's go inside. I guess Teacher Wang has already made up his mind."
Meng Ziyi stuffed her phone into her pocket and walked towards the door.
"Oh~!"
Zhang Wanyi glanced at Meng Ziyi.
Why did you suddenly turn on me?
This woman is beautiful, but her emotions are too unpredictable.
She's not as good-looking as Chen Yao in my class. Not only is she beautiful, but she also has a good temper and speaks softly, unlike girls from Sichuan and Chongqing.
He made a comparison in his mind, then suppressed the thought and followed Meng Ziyi toward the door of the private room.
We arrived at the door of the private room.
Meng Ziyi turned around and gestured for Zhang Wanyi to be quiet, then turned her head and gently pressed her ear against the door.
She remained in that position for about five or six seconds, unable to hear anything.
"Why is there no sound?"
Meng Ziyi moved her ear away from the door, turned around and looked at Zhang Wanyi with a disappointed expression.
"The door is too thick," Zhang Wanyi said, pointing to the solid wood door.
"How do you know? Have you done this before?" Meng Ziyi narrowed her eyes and sized him up.
"..."
Zhang Wanyi really didn't want to talk anymore.
He put his hands in his pockets, leaned against the wall in the corridor, and looked over Meng Ziyi's head at the retro wall lamp on the ceiling.
The light illuminated half of his square face, making it appear both bright and dark.
This light is so bright!
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Fortunately, the waiter came over with a tray at that moment.
When Meng Ziyi saw the coffee arrive, she immediately gave up eavesdropping.
She took the tray from the waiter, turned to face the door of the private room, took a deep breath, and then knocked on the door.
He knocked twice, and before anyone could respond, he pushed the door open.
The moment the door opened, a joyful smile spread across her face; "Teacher Wang, junior brother; the coffee's here!"
Zhang Wanyi was impressed by the changes in his emotions.
He followed Meng Ziyi into the private room, his face still showing that calm, expressionless demeanor.
But he glanced in Wang Zi'an's direction as he entered.
The boy named Wang Zi'an was sitting at the marble table. Meng Ziyi had already brought him a cappuccino, and steam was rising from the cup in front of him.
It's one thing to be this handsome.
He's also talented; God has been so good to him!
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After the coffee was served, Wang Zian picked up his cappuccino and took a sip.
The milk foam is very fine and smooth. The bitterness of the coffee is mostly masked by the milk and foam, leaving only a slightly mellow aftertaste lingering on the tongue.
He placed the cup back on the saucer, making a soft, clinking sound as porcelain clashed together.
"Is it good?" Sister Meng sat next to Wang Zi'an, very close by.
She leaned slightly toward him, one hand resting on the marble tabletop, the other holding her Blue Mountain coffee.
Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled as she looked at him, a little coffee still on her lips, which she quickly licked off with the tip of her tongue.
She hadn't forgotten the task her teacher had assigned her.
"Delicious!"
"What did you used to drink?" Sister Meng asked, tilting her head.
"Uh... Nestlé instant coffee!"
The atmosphere in the private room froze.
Meng Ziyi had intended to use this topic to start a conversation, thinking that Wang Zian would mention something like "hand-ground coffee" or "a certain niche specialty bean".
After all, in her mind, boys of this age are very concerned about their image.
Especially for such a handsome guy, when asked "What kind of coffee do you drink?", he has to give a sophisticated-sounding answer.
She had even thought of what to say next, so that no matter which coffee he mentioned, she could respond with something like, "Oh, I like that one too," "You have such good taste," or "Next time I'll take you to an even better one."
He said it was Nestlé instant coffee.
However, Sister Meng reacted very quickly.
"Oh! Back in high school, I also loved drinking Nestlé. Whenever I felt sleepy in class in the morning or afternoon, I'd just make myself a packet!"
Wang Zian noticed Meng Jie's sudden change of heart and a smile appeared on his face.
"Hmm! Quick, convenient, and tastes pretty good!"
"By the way, junior brother, where are you from?" Sister Meng continued to ask.
Wang Chunzai and Zhang Wanyi drank their coffee quietly, watching Sister Meng perform.
"From Shanhe Province!"
Wow! I heard the pressure of the college entrance exam is really high where you are!
"What score did you get on your mock exam?"
"Over six hundred!"
"How much!!!" Sister Meng suddenly raised her voice, then turned to look at her teacher, her eyes wide like saucers.
Wang Chunzai's eyes were also filled with disbelief.
I initially thought this child came from a troubled family, but now it seems he himself is also quite extraordinary.