After cutting off the power to the gaming cabin, Shang Rong noticed that her roommate, who had been away for a long time, had returned.

"You're finally done?" The girl sitting opposite her jumped up happily and gave her a hug.

"Little Rongrong, long time no see!"

Shang Rong subconsciously reached out to catch her and patted her back to comfort her. "Yes, long time no see..." She thought for a while and added, "I missed you."

"Really?"

Her roommate, Chi Xiaowan, asked casually with a smile. After getting her nod like a chicken pecking at rice, Chi Xiaowan handed her a small bag. "This is a gift for you!

I specially brought it for you when I got home! "

"Wow, thank you!"

Shang Rong instinctively thanked her and took the gift. It looked like a gift package from a company. It was tightly wrapped, but there were a few big holes on the side. It was very heavy, which reminded her of snacks and fruits.

"So, I'm going to open it?"

"Okay!" Chi Xiaowan stared at her expectantly.

"You should like it!"

Hearing her say this, Shang Rong was really looking forward to it.

And when she opened the heavy package, what she saw was —

Shang Rong opened her chestnut eyes wide.

In the heavy paper box, there was a kitten.

Its fur was snow-white, its small pointed ears were erected on its round head, and its long tail was obediently hanging by its side.

The kitten seemed to be still asleep. When it heard the sound of the outside world, its ears moved slightly, and it made a slight purring sound from its throat.

"So cute..." Shang Rong couldn't help but reach out to touch its smooth, milk-like fur. She sighed softly, afraid to wake it up.

"Looks like you like it very much!

That's great! "Chi Xiaowan saw her reaction and felt even happier.

"This kitten has just been weaned. It's a kitten born from a friend's cat. My friend asked me to find a new owner for it, and I thought of you!"

"Thank you!"

Shang Rong thanked her again without hesitation and hugged her cute roommate.

"I will take good care of it!"

"Yes!

I'll go with you! "Chi Xiaowan said as she curiously touched the cat's soft pink ears.

"We're roommates ~"

…

Shang Rong let out a sigh of relief when she took out the cage containing the kitten from the carriage. After Chi Xiaowan came back, she would have exams at the end of the semester. They were worried about leaving the kitten with the pet shop during the summer vacation, so they simply arranged for her to take the kitten home with her.

"Milk, are you scared?" Murmuring the cat's name, Shang Rong held it in her arms, carried her bag, and walked out.

"Eh?

Where did this kitten come from? "Zhang Yongya, who had been waiting at the entrance of the station, saw her and rushed over curiously.

"It's a gift from my roommate."

Shang Rong gently explained, letting the cat rest its round head on her shoulder and lovingly stroking the white fur on its back.

"Ah, that's too much!" Zhang Yongya stared at her and almost couldn't help but throw the cat out.

"I've never rubbed against my baby's arms!

Is this little guy trying to compete with me for attention? "

"Elegant …" Even Shang Rong felt helpless and sighed with a smile.

"Don't be jealous of the kitten."

"Well, a cat can't take my baby away from me." Zhang Yongya snorted and reluctantly nodded.

"How about it? Baby, are you hungry?

Shall I take you to the old place to eat something sweet? "

"Okay." Shang Rong thought about it and clapped her hands in agreement.

"I think Milk is hungry too. Let's take it to eat something."

"… Why are you like this? Is your head full of cats?" Zhang Yongya understood what she meant and felt wronged.

"No, Yongya, haven't you always been in my head?" Shang Rong was very familiar with Zhang Yongya's various ways of getting jealous, so she replied with a smile.

"Then I'm relieved!"

Zhang Yongya was really comforted. She happily held Shang Rong's arm and walked to the parking lot together.

…

The "old haunt" Zhang Yongya was referring to was a dessert shop that the two of them would often go to together. They would often meet there to eat matcha cheese and drink La Carte coffee — the barista had a beautiful La Carte coffee.

Zhang Yongya stopped the car at the entrance of the shop and asked Shang Rong to take Milk into the shop first.

So after opening the glass door, Shang Rong looked at the second seat by the window according to the usual habit of sitting down.

There was a young man sitting right in front of her.

He was wearing thin-rimmed glasses and had delicate features, but he was expressionless.

He was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. He exuded the aura of a social elite.

The man seemed to feel her gaze and raised his head to look at her. His eyes paused for a moment, then immediately moved away and fell on the white porcelain coffee cup in front of him again.

… Was the seat taken by someone else?

Shang Rong concluded in her heart and began to look for other empty seats by the window.

However, someone suddenly hugged her shoulder from behind. It was Zhang Yongya. She asked casually, "Why aren't you sitting over there?" As she said that, she pulled her over to the other side.

"But, over there …" Shang Rong smiled subconsciously and was about to explain when Zhang Yongya pulled her to the opposite side of the man.

Zhang Yongya pressed her to sit on the chair and sat beside her. Then he smiled and greeted the man, "Brother, you're here!"

… Brother?

Shang Rong's hand that was about to reach for the menu froze.

"Oh, by the way, baby, you don't know yet, right?" Zhang Yongya tilted his head and beamed with joy.

"This is my brother!

He's often out of town because of work, so you haven't met him yet. "

"Hello, brother." Shang Rong thought about it and used this title because of her close relationship with Zhang Yongya.

"… I'm Shang Rong."

"… Hello." After a moment of hesitation, the young man smiled coldly at her.

"I'm Zhang Xinjie."

… Where have I heard this name before?

Shang Rong frowned and thought about it. She couldn't get an answer, so she could only give up for now.

"Brother, you talk to baby first!

I'll order! "Zhang Yongya seemed inexplicably enthusiastic and happy. He even winked at Zhang Xinjie.

"Coffee is fine, right?

Baby wants matcha cheese and latte, right?

As for the kitten, do you want some goat milk? "

"Ah, yes …" Shang Rong couldn't react to her strange excitement. She reflexively agreed. Why do we have to go to the counter to order?

Didn't we always order from the seat?

"Elegant, wait …"

"She's already there." Zhang Xinjie pursed his lips and reminded her seriously.

Hearing this, Shang Rong suddenly remembered that there was only her and Zhang Xinjie, whom she was not familiar with, at the table.

"Sorry." Just when Shang Rong was hesitating about what to say, Zhang Xinjie was the first to speak.

Through the lens, his eyes were calm and peaceful. He looked much less sharp than the first time they met.

"Elegant is too willful and made things difficult for you."

"No, Elegant is very good." Shang Rong didn't understand why he called Zhang Yongya "willful" and immediately explained for her friend.

"She takes good care of me. We get along well."

Zhang Xinjie nodded and didn't dwell on this topic. Instead, he looked at the kitten in her arms.

Realizing that his eyes were actually focused on the kitten, Shang Rong's nervousness eased a little. She smiled at him and raised the kitten higher for him to see, "Isn't it cute?

It's called Milk. "

The kitten Milk was very cooperative with its owner. It meowed softly and obediently.

Zhang Xinjie blinked at her smiling eyes and faintly felt uneasy. He raised his hand and pushed up his glasses, "Indeed."

"Brother, do you want to hug it?"

Shang Rong was confident in her cat's cuteness. She smiled and hugged the kitten forward.

"Meow." Milk seemed to have a good impression of this handsome young man. It raised its right paw and tentatively scratched in front of him.

Zhang Xinjie was obviously startled. His dark eyes quietly swept over the girl's smiling face. He nodded and raised his hand to take the kitten into his arms.

As if to please this hugger, the kitten intimately raised its head in his arms and gently licked his chin with its rosy little tongue.

Zhang Xinjie's expression seemed to stiffen a lot.

"That's great, brother." Shang Rong intended to ease his nervousness and said happily.

"Milk likes you very much."

Zhang Xinjie nodded, but the outline of his face didn't soften.

But he was silent for a while and looked up at her, "Actually, you don't have to call me brother."

Shang Rong was startled. She heard him continue to explain, "You can just call me by my name."

"Ah … Okay."

Looking into his calm eyes, Shang Rong nodded. She didn't understand his intention, but still obediently agreed.

"I heard that you're studying in university." Zhang Xinjie took the initiative to change the topic.

"Yes, I'm majoring in social psychology."

Shang Rong was studying in university at the age of 16. She often received such inquiries, so she had long been accustomed to it and skillfully responded.

"… Xinjie, are you interested?" She had always been considerate. Since Zhang Xinjie proposed to call her by her name, she was willing to try a new name.

Zhang Xinjie didn't answer. Instead, he turned his face and glanced at the waitress who came over to serve coffee. He took the initiative to thank her and pushed the hot latte in front of Shang Rong. He politely said, "Your coffee."

Shang Rong was about to thank him, but she heard him continue, "You must be tired after a few hours of train. Have some coffee first and then slowly tell me."

"Thank you, you're so considerate."

Shang Rong took a sip of the sweet latte and looked at the young man opposite her with a smile. He hooked the white porcelain handle with his slender fingers, brought the exquisite coffee cup to his lips, and slowly took a sip.

Zhang Xinjie calmed himself down and put the cup down. He then looked up at her.

He sat up straight with a patient expression. It was as if he was waiting for her to continue.

"Social psychology, I think this subject is very interesting," Shang Rong received his silent invitation and became interested. She smiled and explained to him.

"The most common thing we do is to analyze the details and determine the psychological state of the observed person through observation."

"Professor Yan, who teaches us, often plays a little game with us," she said with a smile.

"At the beginning of each class, we have to guess what he did and where he went through his specific description and mental state."

"You must have done well." Zhang Xinjie seemed to be very interested in her narration, and the corners of his lips curled into a smile as he replied.