After the 99th Confession , The Cold School Beauty's Personality Collapsed-Chapter 42

Qin Luo opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he couldn’t find the words and just clicked his tongue in frustration, retreating silently to his room.

Jiang Zhitao watched his back until the door to the guest room closed, then she turned her gaze away, picked up the apple Qin Luo had taken a bite from, and bit into it herself.

Crunch—the sound echoed as she bit into the other side of the apple.

The two bite marks, sitting on the same apple, faced each other yet never crossed paths.

...

Monday morning.

Qin Luo was out early for his morning run, wearing a fitness tracker on his wrist. Thanks to the buffs he’d acquired, he had grown accustomed to and even enjoyed exercising regularly now.

His already impressive physique was becoming more defined, with faint lines beginning to form around his abs. At this pace, the dream of achieving a perfect eight-pack was not far off.

After finishing his run, Qin Luo bought two servings of savory tofu pudding, four youtiao (fried dough sticks), and two baskets of soup dumplings.

Naturally, both servings of tofu pudding were savory—a preference he and Jiang Zhitao shared.

Sweet tofu pudding, in Qin Luo’s opinion, was an abomination. It was like dipping dumplings in soy sauce, eating wasabi-flavored chips, or sweet rice dumplings—all signs of a culinary heresy.

The rivalry between the savory and sweet factions had been ongoing for years. Although no clear victor had emerged yet, Qin Luo believed that the sweet side would eventually be trampled underfoot.

Savory tofu pudding was justice!

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When Qin Luo returned home and set the breakfast on the table, Jiang Zhitao was already sitting down to eat by the time he came out of the shower.

She glanced up at him, her eyes lingering on his upper body.

Qin Luo, still shirtless, was drying his wet hair with a towel. Strands of water dripped from his hair, sliding down his face and tracing the faint lines on his chest and abs.

Fresh out of the shower, both men and women tend to exude a certain charm.

"When did your physique get so good?" Jiang Zhitao asked.

"Stop making such a fuss. There’s a lot you don’t know about me," Qin Luo rolled his eyes. Her gaze and the fact that she had taken the initiative to ask made him feel a certain sense of pride, like a farmhand who had finally earned his keep.

Jiang Zhitao didn’t respond, simply continuing to eat her breakfast.

Qin Luo sat down across from her and quickly devoured a youtiao in two bites.

Then, with both hands, he alternated between shoving dumplings, youtiao, and tofu pudding into his mouth, thoroughly enjoying his meal.

Since he started working out, his appetite had grown considerably. Three-quarters of the breakfast spread was for him, while Jiang Zhitao, who ate lightly and maintained her figure, consumed very little.

Qin Luo had once imagined that after Jiang Zhitao returned to her wealthy family, she would adopt the refined eating habits of a proper lady, slowly savoring each bite, like Jia Ting, the girl who worked in the school’s infirmary.

But after sharing a few meals with her, Qin Luo realized he had been mistaken.

Jiang Zhitao ate just as she had in her childhood, with a bold and carefree attitude. Left hand holding a youtiao, right hand gripping a dumpling, she alternated between bites.

With her hands full, she didn’t bother with a spoon for the tofu pudding, simply lowering her head and slurping it up.

Back when they were kids, mealtime often involved a fierce competition, especially when it came to the meat dishes—whoever was faster got more.

Nowadays, there was no need to compete, but they still ate with the same unrestrained abandon.

Qin Luo glanced at Jiang Zhitao, his mind still pondering a question.

This weekend, Jiang Zhitao had stayed home for two whole days, living like a hermit.

That was rare in Qin Luo’s eyes. Jiang Zhitao, now a famous celebrity, should have been busy with work, constantly running between events.

She wasn’t part of the "996" grind, but it was unusual for her to spend a weekend lounging at home.

Whenever Qin Luo stayed at the apartment, he would occasionally run into Jiang Zhitao, but she usually left early the next morning, her schedule packed.

So for her to be home for two straight days was quite unusual.

Qin Luo wanted to ask if something was wrong, but he hesitated, fearing that she might respond with her usual "What’s it to you?" or "You wouldn’t understand anyway." He wasn’t particularly fond of the entertainment industry’s inner workings, after all.

So, he decided not to ask.

Surprisingly, Jiang Zhitao spoke up after finishing her meal.

"I haven’t had much going on recently, so I’ve had more free time... I’ll probably be spending more time at home than before."

It was as though she was talking to herself, but also as if she was trying to convey something to Qin Luo.

Qin Luo gave her a curious look and hesitated, asking, "Are you telling me I should stay away from home as much as possible, or that I should come back more often?"

Jiang Zhitao replied flatly, "If you’re capable, you could live at school for the rest of your life."

So, does that mean I should come home more often?

Qin Luo wasn’t sure if he was interpreting it correctly, but a small smile crept onto his face.

After breakfast, Qin Luo cleaned up and was about to head out when he noticed that Jiang Zhitao was also getting ready to leave.

Then he heard her say something totally unexpected.

"Let’s go. I’ll give you a ride."

Qin Luo blinked in disbelief, "Is the sun rising in the west today?"

"Stop talking nonsense," Jiang Zhitao didn’t even look at him, grabbing her things and heading out the door.