Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat
Chapter 236 - 236 233 Basic Standards Met

Chapter 236: Chapter 233 Basic Standards Met Chapter 236: Chapter 233 Basic Standards Met On the windowsill sat a narrow-mouthed glass vase, which the friends had bought on a whim for only five yuan during a discounted sale at the supermarket.

Sha Yali walked over and first took out the lilies from the vase, which were on the verge of withering, then inserted the bunch of roses and baby’s breath she held in her hand. After stepping back two paces, she sized it up and asked Mu Jiawen and Ding Yuanyuan, “Doesn’t look as good as the lilies, right?”

Mu Jiawen and Ding Yuanyuan exchanged glances.

Ding Yuanyuan shrugged her shoulders, “Not bad, actually, he’s quite tall and handsome, and I heard he ranks among the top of their class. But most importantly–”

Mu Jiawen cut in, “He has a lot of hair.”

Sha Yali, annoyed, snatched the hat off her head and pointed to her scalp for them to see, “I’ve got plenty, too. I’ve refrained from plucking at it this whole month, look, look, has it not all grown back?”

The center part was still a bit sparse, but compared to last month’s head, there really were more hairs, no, hairs.

Ding Yuanyuan asked curiously, “So now that your hair has grown back, you’re not interested in guys with a lot of hair anymore?”

“Die, Yuanyuan, can you not always bring up hair? This has nothing to do with hair.”

“Then what is it about?”

“Feelings! I just don’t feel anything for him. Besides, the things he says sound very realistic and uncomfortable.”

“What did he say? He was so polite in asking me to leave that I felt embarrassed to stay.”

Sha Yali glared at her, “This is the first time I’ve encountered such a situation. I was signaling you to stay with my eyes; who knew you would just get up and leave, totally unreliable.”

“You glared at me to make me stay? Oh, come on, Sha Yali…”

Seeing the two veering off topic, Mu Jiawen quickly steered the conversation back, “What did he say?”

Sha Yali thought about what Ding Yilu had said tonight and relayed, “He said that since both our hometowns are in Chengzhou, if we were to date, the chances of success would be quite high. First, we could both understand the local dialect, which would make communication easier; second, the circumstances of our families are similar, a good match; third, we’re in the same university major, sharing a common language. In conclusion, if we get along in terms of personality and temper, the likelihood of getting married after graduation would be higher…. Yeah, that’s about it, more or less his exact words.”

This was the first love confession she had received in her life tonight.

“Doesn’t it sound very realistic?”

Sha Yali looked at the two of them, dumbstruck, and chuckled, “Your reactions were pretty much the same as mine initially. I was also bewildered by his first, second, and third points. It didn’t feel like talking about love, but more like discussing a business deal. Laying out the conditions first, then summarizing how likely the deal would close. Isn’t it uncomfortable?”

Ding Yuanyuan nodded, “It is quite awkward.”

However, after some thought, Mu Jiawen disagreed, “I think what he said is not wrong, and he even considered the future, which shows that he is serious about his relationship with you and targets marriage right from the start.”

“Don’t you think it’s too realistic?”

“What’s wrong with being realistic? Won’t you consider these issues when looking for a boyfriend in the future?”

Sha Yali and Ding Yuanyuan were both stunned; they were only nineteen years old, had just started university, and hadn’t yet gone through what others called a transformation—so why were they thinking about marriage?

And this came from Jiajia, who had just become a little more sensible and was even a year younger than them. It was… strange. How did she understand it?

Reflecting for a moment, Sha Yali curiously asked Mu Jiawen, “Have you and Jiang Yan considered marriage?”

They had never talked about that, but with his financial lifeline in her hands, she believed this was more persuasive than words.

“Our situation is exceptional and not a good example. Besides, we didn’t start with feelings for each other; they developed gradually. But if you speak of realism, I think all the classmates we know are no more realistic than Jiang Yan. It’s just that his realism combines with steadiness and other factors, and thereby gets overlooked.”

By now, Mu Jiawen finally got to the most critical question, “Did you reject Ding Yilu?”

Sha Yali’s face turned slightly unnatural, “I didn’t flat out reject him. I just said that we have a dormitory dinner that night and wouldn’t have time.”

Yuanyuan said, “That’s pretty much the same as outright rejection.”

Mu Jiawen no longer voiced her opinion, turned around to put away the dried painting, and took out a new sheet of paper to start the second one.

By the time she finished, Liang Yujun and the others who had returned had come to a decision to have a Christmas Eve dinner in their dormitory and invite Ding Yilu.

The two days passed in a flash, and soon it was December 24th.

Liang Yujun was insistent on her decision because it was their dormitory that had decided to invite Ding Yilu. Therefore, they had no intention of letting him pay for the meal. The restaurant was also her choice, and as soon as they entered and ordered the dishes, she paid for the meal.

Seeing this, Ding Yilu became somewhat restless. Dining with his object of pursuit and her roommates, yet it was they who paid the bill. Did this mean… they weren’t interested in him?

That couldn’t be right, he had only just arrived and hadn’t said more than a few words. How could they assess his character?

Shouldn’t they at least observe him during a meal before making a decision?

Were girls always so hasty in judging people?

The inner struggle of Ding Yilu went completely unnoticed by the four girls, who had chosen a small round table in the corner of the main hall where they could see the entire hall at a glance.

Yuanyuan was more gossipy than the other three and knew more people. She quietly passed on information, “Look, Yujun, your class leader has invited a girl from the Chinese department to eat, oh, and they’re holding hands… Yang Boran? Jiajia, is that Yang Boran over there?”

Sha Yali listened with great interest and also turned her head to look, forgetting about Ding Yilu sitting beside her, leaving him all alone, which was quite pitiful.

It wasn’t long before Ding Yilu got up and left, and they thought he went to the restroom, not paying it much thought. Only when he returned did they see two bottles of wine in his hand and an assortment of snacks in the other.

Today, with many people around, the dishes were coming out slowly. They had not ordered any cold dishes, and no hot dishes had come yet.

“Um, wine is good for beauty and skin care, and it’s beneficial for girls to drink a bit in moderation.”

Ding Yilu was indeed quite shy. Seeing them all staring, he got embarrassed and his face turned red.

He took out two packs of sunflower seeds from another bag and put them on the table, speaking softly, “You can eat these when gossiping.”

Liang Yujun and the others: ….

You really didn’t need to say that out loud.

By the time dinner was over, the four of them had been well taken care of. As they got up to leave, Mu Jiawen seriously said to Ding Yilu, “Young man, you did well. I approve of you, keep it up!”

Ding Yilu looked at her blankly, completely not having caught up with what was happening.

Then he heard her say to Sha Yali, “Basically up to standard, you can give it a try!”

Sha Yali: …

Liang Yujun and Yuanyuan had red faces from the alcohol, but both were clear-headed and not drunk.

They looked at the fair-faced and clear-eyed Mu Jiawen with a head full of question marks. Was she… drunk?

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