Qiao Luo’s chunnibyou stage came a little late. It was probably around his third or fourth year of university that it occurred.
At that time, he was immersed in the rush of online fun, indulging himself in all sorts of online gaming.
However, this didn’t hinder his school’s junior sisters, senior sisters and his female peers from putting their attention on him.
Afterall, Qiao Luo was a very good looking boy.
Fu Zhi Zhou was the guarantor.
Fang Yu felt the same way too.
Everyday, Qiao Luo would have to face all kinds of hints or open confession from girls. Qiao Luo was frustrated out of his mind: GOSH, looking handsome had its own troubles too.
Then, an inspiration struck him.
On one of the nights, he was in the embrace of Fu Zhi Zhou, exchanging many kisses and hugs before it turned into a round of fun. Qiao Luo even craned his slender neck over, softly whispering, “I want strawberries.”
Fu Zhi Zhou, “……”
Berries were a type of fruit.
When the next day fell on them, Qiao Luo pulled over a particular shirt with a very loose collar. In front of Fu Zhi Zhou, he tightened it up. The moment he left the house, he released the cover over his neck.
He was bashful and nervous, feeling proud and expectant at the same time, as he sashayed around his classroom and club.
This had really rejected a few silently.
Then, the first person to have noticed this situation and point it out was Fang Yu.
Fang Yu brought over his own shirt that had a tight collar, “Qiao Luo, your neck…… Go to the mirror!”
Qiao Luo was relishing in the happiness of shedding his single status publicly. Now, he was exposed in front of his best friend. A sudden and odd sense of shame creeped over him.
He rushed into the toilet and fixed his clothes in front of the mirror.
It was still somewhat embarrassing.
Afterall, Fang Yu was acquainted with Fu Zhi Zhou.
What the hell was he thinking before……
Qiao Luo puckered his lips as he fell into deep thought. Then, he sent Fu Zhi Zhou a message with a reddened face: Oh crap, my social life is done for.
