"Of course, but only for half an hour." Zhao An smiled faintly. How could he refuse an invitation from a beautiful woman? It looked like he'd met a loyal fan. Fans build quickly, and fanatical fans don't need much time to develop; they become devoted fans as soon as they're hooked!
Xiao Qi blinked, then opened her mouth slightly in surprise. "Oh, you're here for the English competition, right? Are you going to the Foreign Languages College?"
"I haven't decided yet. It's too early. I handed in my paper early and came out for a stroll. I don't like wasting time. Time is precious, so it's better to do something meaningful. Come on, I'll buy you a drink." Zhao An smiled and made an inviting gesture. The two walked side by side, like a pair of student lovers.
Unlike high school, college doesn't prohibit dating, let alone checking into a hotel room for sex. It's entirely up to the individual whether or not to love oneself. Even while in college, you can get married and have children, and no one would object.
Xiao Qi chattered away all along the way, excited to meet her idol. She didn't see anything wrong with admiring a younger man. This was an age where talent and money mattered, and the most important thing was that a man be talented, wealthy, and handsome—that was enough.
"Do you like dancing? Or have you practiced dancing?" Zhao An unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and asked as he drank. He preferred mineral water to soft drinks because it didn't leave a lingering taste in his mouth.
Xiao Qi's expression shifted to surprise. "How did you know?"
"Your bouncing walk just now might seem lively to the average person, but anyone who knows you can tell it's a form of dancing. Few people would incorporate dancing into their lives unless they loved it. I was just observing and asked out of curiosity," Zhao An said with a smile. He was actually gaining information by gazing into the other person's inner world; it had nothing to do with keen observation.
"Wow! You're amazing! You're so awesome! You even guessed that! You're truly amazing! You're worthy of being my idol!" Xiao Qi held a can of iced tea in her palm, her eyes tinged with admiration.
Zhao An's gaze was drawn to the iced tea resting in front of her cleavage. This college girl was truly well-endowed, with a touch of flirtatiousness.
"Haha, it's just so-so. I just apply what I've learned. It's great that you like dancing. It's hard to find a satisfying job in life. Develop your hobby, and maybe you'll find a good one in the future."
Finding a job is a pressing matter for college students, but Xiao Qi is only a sophomore. There's no need to rush. She won't need to look for internships until her junior year, and then write internship reports and the like.
"Thank you, but finding a dancing job is difficult, and interviews are tough," Xiao Qi said with a hint of worry, her eyes brimming with anticipation and hope.
Zhao An smiled faintly, knowing exactly what the other woman wanted. However, he didn't give it to her. Instead, he played hard to get. "I believe you can find a good job. You're beautiful and well-spoken. Such a beautiful woman is always in high demand!"
Xiao Qi felt a little shy, covering her face with her hands. "Thank you for the compliment, idol. You're so good with words. I'm almost bewitched by you."
"It's just a little quick, not really. Haha, okay, I'm leaving. We'll talk again next time." Zhao An smiled and prepared to leave. He wouldn't let women lead him around by the nose, keeping them on suspense and trying to seduce him.
"Ah, idol, can you help me open this bottle of drink? I can't," Xiao Qi said coquettishly, acting like a woman acting coquettishly to her boyfriend.
Zhao An took the drink, unscrewed it, and handed it over. "Okay."
"Thank you, idol. Can you give me your contact information?" Xiao Qi propped her pretty face against the table with her hands, acting like a nympho. Deep down, she wanted to get to know Zhao An. A high school student, maybe even become his girlfriend? At least, in the last Voice of China post-contest interview, he'd said he didn't have a girlfriend.
"Here's my number. If I don't answer, it means I'm busy. I'll call you back later." Zhao An handed over a business card.
Just then, a chubby girl approached with a drink and said sheepishly, "Handsome, I can't open my drink. Can you help me?"
"Of course," Zhao An smiled. Before she could move, Xiao Qi stood up, took the girl's drink, and unscrewed it. Then, pointing to the next table, she said, "I'll open it for you. Go drink over there!"
This contrast with her previous flirtatious demeanor proved that Xiao Qi was no ordinary woman. It seemed she was a scheming bitch.
Zhao An didn't care whether Xiao Qi was a scheming bitch or not. He cared about her young body. Those long legs were white and smooth, and being squeezed was such a pleasure.
Scheming bitch? Even if she was a bitch, she could only be his flesh urinal and sex slave, venting his lust.
Xiao Qi acted coquettishly again, cupping her cheeks with her hands, looking like a nympho.
"I'm leaving now. I have a competition. We'll talk later." Zhao An smiled and waved his hand. Talking to these university students was truly interesting. They had a touch of social culture while still retaining the innocence of their student days. He nodded and smiled at the chubby girl.
Every chubby girl had potential, and these women were quite innocent and voluptuous, making them very pleasant to fuck.
After Zhao An left for the competition, another woman walked into the restaurant cafeteria. The woman had short hair and light makeup, giving her a pure appearance. Her legs were incredibly long even under her jeans. Paired with high heels, she would have been a fashion icon!
"Xiaoqi, didn't you say you met your idol? Where was he?"
"Isn't he your idol too? He just left to participate in an English competition. You could go and see him," Xiaoqi said with a smile. The person who came was her roommate, a close friend and best friend.