Be a Good Boy and Marry Me

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“No, he’s already working.”

“Oh, then he must be very excellent, since you like him.”

Chen Xue affirmed confidently.

Gu Li intentionally expressed, “That’s not the case. He’s just pretty ordinary and not very smart.”

“Really?”

Qiao Yin clearly didn’t believe it.

Mi Dong also added, “A man who is not smart, how can he handle our Little Pear? Don’t be fooled by Little Pear.”

Seeing everyone didn’t believe her, Gu Li pouted, “Anyway, he’s an absolute moron.”

Yes, Mo Shiting was a big fool. How could he doubt her even though she liked him so much?

In that case, don’t think she would make a confession on her own.

Seemingly in tune with her thoughts, Mo Shiting happened to call at that moment.

Seeing his name flashing on the screen, Gu Li bit her lip, steeled herself and answered the call, “Hello.”

Seeing her reaction, everyone knew that this call came from the so-called dummy boyfriend, and couldn’t help but prick up their ears.

Gu Li: “How come you have time to call me?”

Mo Shiting, exiting the conference room, replied, “I just finished a meeting. How are things at the dorm? Are you getting used to it?”

“It’s pretty good, and my roommates are all nice. You should go back to your work.”

Knowing her roommates were gossiping about her, Gu Li planned to hang up. Still, she was stopped by Mo Shiting, “I’ll pick you up after class on Friday.”

Gu Li’s eyes flickered, but she didn’t respond immediately.

Mo Shiting called her hesitantly, “Tang Tang?”

“We’ll see. There’s still plenty of time.”

After speaking calmly, she didn’t wait for Mo Shiting to respond and hung up the phone directly.

Chen Xue couldn’t resist asking, “Your boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

Gu Li nodded slightly and didn’t want to talk more about her love life. She immediately changed the subject, “Do you guys know why only our building doesn’t have air conditioning?”

In summer, without air conditioning for survival, this is something that many people find painful.

Dormitory 601 was no exception.

So, when they brought up this issue, everyone started telling Gu Li about it.

After listening to all the explanations, Gu Li summarized: Five years ago, their dormitory building was scheduled for demolition and reconstruction. The school thought the installation of air conditioners was a waste of money, so the budget for it was never approved.

The result was that year after year, the construction of the new building was continually delayed,

and the air conditioning project was put on hold.

“Did none of you protest?”

Gu Li was confused.

As she understood it, everyone paid the same housing fee, but the environmental difference was real and a bit unfair.

Whether the dormitory was new or not is another matter, but at least air conditioning should be equal.

Qiao Yin finally said, “We’ve been protesting for two years, but it’s in vain. Those who live in our building are usually poor students, without any pull. Teachers with good attitudes may just make excuses, saying to bear with it for another half a year until they move into a new dormitory. If you met someone with a bad attitude, they will ignore you altogether. After two years, we have all got used to it. Look, everybody has their own little fan.”

At this point, Qiao Yin reminded suddenly, “By the way, Little Pear, do you have a fan? I have an extra one that I can give you.”

“Thank you, I brought one.”

Gu Li expressed her gratitude with a smile.

Speaking of which, this fan was something Mo Shiting specially had the driver buy for her.

After spending more than half a day together, Gu Li became gradually familiar with her three roommates in Room 601 and had a general understanding about their personalities.

Her neighbor in the next bed, Chen Xue, a Chinese literature major, was modest and refined. Small and petite, frail and thin, but had a big appetite.

The bed across from Chen Xue belonged to Qiao Yin, also a Chinese literature major. She was a bit nonchalant and showed her likes and dislikes openly.

The dorm leader, Mi Dong, also a Chinese Literature student, was more mature and considerate and considered herself a big sister.

But, in fact, none of them had turned 21 yet, so Gu Li, who had just turned 21, was the oldest, although she looked the youngest.

Everyone was surprised to hear this:”Really? You’re the oldest?”

Gu Li proudly raised her head, “Yes, from now on, you all will call me ‘sister’, my Chinese Literature major sisters.”

The three of them:

The Department of Architecture is Imperial City University’s most top-level discipline. It is the hardest for sophomores to transfer into, with Gu Li being the only student to meet the acceptance criteria this year.

Of course, the fact of her joining the university with the highest score was well-known across the Architectural Department.

The class bell had not yet rung, but already, class 1 from the Architecture Department was packed. Everyone was buzzing with conversation, anticipating the new student who would be registering with them soon..