41: Chapter 41 Divide the pot in half
After washing up, An Miaomiao seemed to be in a very good mood, sitting on a stool and using Yang Shiguang's laptop to upload photos to QQ.
She was uploading the photos of the fireworks from last night and their check-in photos at the Dufu Pavilion.
"Hmm-hmm-hmm~"
Looking at the photo of herself and Brother Shiguang, An Miaomiao hummed a tune, swaying her head from side to side.
However, this made it a bit difficult for Yang Shiguang, who was brushing her hair behind her.
"Stop moving your little head, you're messing up the hair I just brushed."
"I'll move, I'll move! Brother Shiguang hasn't brushed my hair in so long, Miaomiao wants to enjoy it a little longer."
An Miaomiao's playful response left Yang Shiguang feeling helpless.
After uploading the photos, Yang Shiguang had just finished brushing her long hair. On a whim, he suddenly decided he wanted to braid it for her, so it would take a little more time.
An Miaomiao, being very sensible this time, stopped swaying her head. She sat up straight and let Brother Shiguang take care of her smooth, silky hair.
She then opened her childhood friends' QQ group.
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"Alright, Miaomiao, go look in the mirror and see if it looks good."
Hearing this, An Miaomiao trotted into the bathroom to look at the mirror above the sink.
The two low pigtails that were originally at the nape of her neck had been braided by Yang Shiguang, and the ends were tied with black ribbons into bows.
An Miaomiao liked it very much and beamed a bright smile.
She turned to the side, then struck a pose, admiring her twin braids as they danced with her petite body in the mirror.
It added a touch of playfulness and youthful charm to her sweet and cute appearance.
"I like it so much! Will you braid my hair more often in the future? Please~"
An Miaomiao asked happily to Yang Shiguang, who was standing at the doorway watching her admire herself.
"It's too much effort. You should learn to do this hairstyle yourself."
Yang Shiguang wore an expression that showed he found it troublesome.
However, An Miaomiao had no intention of letting him off the hook. She threw herself into his arms, her peach-blossom eyes twinkling with a mischievous light.
Playing dirty, using her charm again!
After making eye contact with her for two seconds, Yang Shiguang was defeated and looked away.
Seeing Yang Shiguang's gaze dodge, a flash of cunning crossed her peach-blossom eyes.
She raised her small hand to pat Yang Shiguang's chest lightly, putting on a pitiful expression as she coquettishly said:
"Brother Shiguang, you touched my chest, and now you won't even help me braid my hair? *Sob sob sob~*"
Her voice was soft and glutinous, moist enough to squeeze out water, and sweet enough to drip honey.
Under her repeated offensives, Yang Shiguang had no choice but to surrender. He promised to help her braid her hair twice a week during the holidays.
Yang Shiguang sighed inwardly, thinking that his little sister was truly something else; she skillfully used her advantages to act cute and coquettish, and she was very good at grasping a man's weaknesses.
Coupled with those peach-blossom eyes full of tender, autumnal affection and a sweet face, even the most iron-willed man would likely be turned into putty by her.
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Yang Shiguang had agreed to meet A-Long at the University City on the West Bank at one in the afternoon.
The main purpose was to check out the store location that A-Long had selected.
This would be the first Shuicifang store in Star City, so Yang Shiguang had to pay at least some attention to it.
However, it was only ten in the morning, so Yang Shiguang planned to take An Miaomiao to stroll around the University City.
An Miaomiao naturally agreed completely.
The YZF-R6 entered the ramp and left the North Bridge, arriving at the boundaries of the University City before long.
Today, An Miaomiao had changed out of yesterday's off-shoulder top and hot pants. In their place, she wore a chiffon shirt and a pleated plaid skirt.
Because she was wearing a skirt, she sat sideways on the bike. Although she was holding onto Yang Shiguang tightly, for the sake of safety, Yang Shiguang still didn't ride too fast.
Although it was still some time before the start of the semester, many college students were already walking on the streets.
The combination of a motorcycle and a handsome guy was truly invincible at attracting attention, drawing glances from countless girls.
Yang Shiguang parked the bike next to a rice noodle shop near Erliban at Hunan Normal University. Although it was unlikely that the bike would be stolen in broad daylight, the roar of that young man from yesterday still echoed in their minds.
Yang "Social Butterfly" Shiguang struck up a conversation with the owner of the rice noodle shop and even offered a cigarette. Coupled with An Miaomiao's naturally sweet, little sister image which made people feel at ease, the shop owner patted his chest and promised he would definitely help watch the bike.
Only then did the two of them start wandering around.
An Miaomiao was like a curious baby, looking at this and that, yet she didn't buy anything.
Unknowingly, the two had walked into a small alley next to the affiliated high school. This was the famous "Little Fallen Street." As for the main Fallen Street? It was probably already being demolished by this time.
"Brother Shiguang, teppanyaki tofu!"
An Miaomiao was attracted by the sizzling, fragrant teppanyaki tofu.
"Go buy some, I'll smoke a cigarette outside."
Hearing this, An Miaomiao went into the shop, while Yang Shiguang lit a cigarette and looked at the alley.
In his past life, during his college years, he often hung out here with his three roommates.
Thinking of this, Yang Shiguang smiled involuntarily. However, his smile had quite a lethal effect on girls; girls passing by stopped one after another to take a few extra looks before walking away.
Finally, two girls dressed like college students gathered the courage to walk over.
"Handsome, can we be friends?"
"Handsome, do you study here? Which school are you from?"
"Handsome, can we have your contact information?"
With the two of them talking over each other, Yang Shiguang didn't know which one to answer first.
Unfortunately, although the two girls were decent-looking, they weren't quite enough for Yang Shiguang, whose standards had already been raised.
Just as he was about to refuse, An Miaomiao walked out carrying a small box of tofu. Seeing the situation, she took a few quick steps to Yang Shiguang's side and linked her arm with his.
She puffed out her chest on purpose and flashed a sweet, radiant smile at the two girls:
"Excuse me, two big sisters, is there something you need?"
Seeing this, the two women realized they were outmatched and had no choice but to leave dejectedly.
Watching the two leave, Yang Shiguang smiled awkwardly and looked at An Miaomiao, only to find that she was already pouting.
"Um, Miaomiao?"
"We're walking like this from now on!"
An Miaomiao said in a tone that brooked no refusal, and she tightened her grip on Yang Shiguang's arm.
"So Brother Shiguang doesn't get tricked and run off by those bad women with ulterior motives."
"People aren't as honest as they used to be, you know, Brother Shiguang! Miaomiao is doing this for your own good."
Yang Shiguang was left speechless upon hearing this.
My dear little sister, if your Brother Shiguang ends up single for the rest of his life, you're at least half to blame.
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