134: Chapter 134 When the Plums Ripen: Childhood Sweetheart Male Lead 12

Setting aside the frustrated viewers in the comments section.

The male classmates were indeed dealt a rather heavy blow afterward.

As the waiter brought the dishes to the table, the stagnant atmosphere in the private room had eased slightly.

But this ease was quickly shattered by a series of actions from Meng Zhu.

Everyone watched as Meng Zhu, treating the dishes like his own, kept piling food onto Nan Li's plate; in no time, a small mountain had formed on her dish.

Nan Li was not shy either; just as she was about to lower her head to enjoy the meal, a strand of long hair slipped down by her ear.

She subconsciously raised her hand, wanting to tuck her hair behind her ear.

Just then, Meng Zhu stopped serving food.

He casually picked up a clean spare wooden chopstick from the table and waved it gently in front of Nan Li.

Seeing the chopstick, Nan Li's eyes lit up. Without asking a single word, she turned around with extreme tacit understanding, leaving her back to him and revealing her head of black hair.

Under the ghostly stares of everyone at the table, Meng Zhu's slender fingers wove through Nan Li's cascading black hair, gently and skillfully gathering and coiling her tresses.

Finally, he inserted the wooden chopstick seemingly at random, and a lazy yet beautiful wooden-chopstick updo was complete.

"All done, eat." Meng Zhu said softly.

"Mm! Thank you, Brother Courtesy Name!" Nan Li turned back, gave him a sweet smile, and began burying herself in her meal. The process was too natural and too tacit; it was definitely not the first time.

This scene was like a thorn, deeply piercing the hearts of the boys present who had a crush on Nan Li, making them bubble with sour jealousy.

Perhaps intimidated by Meng Zhu's powerful aura, they felt inferior, or perhaps they were afraid of embarrassing themselves.

The male classmates dared not say anything to his face, but counting on the fact that Meng Zhu was not in the "Jinling Immortal Music" WeChat group, they immediately started frantically typing on their phones under the table.

Zhang Hao: "That hair-styling move is so practiced. Who knows how many girls he's done that for?"

Wang Kai: "What's with the 'thoughtful, sweet guy' act? Look at the spicy diced chicken he just put on Nan Li's plate—it's covered in chili peppers! How could Nan Li possibly like something so spicy?"

Wang Kai's message had just been sent successfully in the group.

The very next second, he watched helplessly as Nan Li used her chopsticks to pick up that bright red piece of spicy diced chicken and popped it into her mouth without hesitation.

She even squinted her eyes in satisfaction and mumbled that it was delicious.

"..." Wang Kai's expression instantly froze on his face.

Over the next ten minutes, similar things happened several more times.

Every time the boys swore in the group that Nan Li definitely wouldn't like a certain dish that Meng Zhu served her.

Nan Li would immediately eat it with relish the next second.

The girls in the group collectively sent eye-rolling emojis, siding with Meng Zhu.

Li Tingting: "@Wang Kai @Zhang Hao... Are you guys not acting bitter?"

Zhao Xue: "Exactly! They've been childhood sweethearts since they were little, and they're boyfriend and girlfriend. How could he not know Li Li's preferences? You're just humiliating yourselves; it's hilarious."

Looking at the girls' mockery in the group, several boys blushed and were somewhat silenced.

Meanwhile, Meng Zhu, taking advantage of everyone's distraction, took out his phone under the table and quickly sent a message to Old Madam.

Afterward, he quickly put on the disposable gloves provided on the table, pulled over a plate of boiled shrimp, and began peeling them with focus.

One by one, the peeled, crystal-clear shrimp were neatly arranged on Nan Li's plate.

This time, Nan Li didn't even say thank you; she ate with peace of mind and was incredibly happy.

Just then, a ringtone broke the quiet around Meng Zhu. It was his phone ringing.

But Meng Zhu not only didn't stop peeling the shrimp, he didn't even glance at it.

Nan Li popped a piece of shrimp into her mouth and curiously turned to look at him.

Meng Zhu met her gaze, a trace of a smile flashing in his eyes, his voice gentle.

"Left pocket." One sentence, four words, without any unnecessary explanation.

Nan Li understood in a second.

She reached out her slender arm, naturally reaching into the left pocket of Meng Zhu's pants, fumbled for a moment, and pulled out his phone.

This action was too intimate, and too affectionate!

The whole room seemed to freeze for a moment; the boys' breathing even stopped.

Nan Li, however, was completely oblivious. She glanced at the screen, swiped to answer, and said in a light tone.

"Hello, Grandma~"

On the other end of the line, Old Madam's kind voice came through.

"Is that Zhaoyu? Courtesy Name just messaged me saying you're out for a gathering? Have you finished your registration? Is everything going smoothly?"

"Mm-hmm, it's going smoothly! We're outside the school right now, having a gathering and dinner with some classmates."

Nan Li answered obediently, then asked, "Do you want to say a few words to Brother Courtesy Name?"

Without waiting for Old Madam on the other end to respond, Nan Li had already brought the phone directly to Meng Zhu's ear and held it there.

Meng Zhu's hands were still wearing gloves as he peeled shrimp; he just tilted his head slightly, letting Nan Li hold the phone for him in an extremely intimate posture.

"Mm, Grandma, it's me... Yes, eating... I forgot to let you know I'm safe. Alright, I will take good care of Li Li."

Meng Zhu chatted simply for a few sentences and then signaled to hang up.

Nan Li pressed the hang-up button and, with extreme naturalness, stuffed the phone back into Meng Zhu's pocket.

At this moment, the boys in the private room were completely numb.

Any provocation, any refusal to accept defeat—in the face of absolute dimensional suppression, it all became a joke.

They could only lower their heads and drink their bitter wine cup after cup.

Lin Xi was outputting frantically in the group.

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"See that? Your girl is bringing you something good today, look at what real high-end dog food is!"

"You guys should learn; learn a move or two, and you wouldn't have to go home alone for Chinese New Year."

At this moment, only White Pawn dared to speak.

Just when everyone thought these things were already outrageous enough, Nan Li reached out to pour a second glass of wine. But her cup was held down by a long, fair hand.

Meng Zhu pushed a glass of room-temperature drink in front of her, his tone gentle but carrying a hint of unquestionability.

"Li Li, no more drinking for now; have some of this drink instead."

Nan Li was stunned for a moment. "Um, I won't get drunk this time..."

Meng Zhu looked into her eyes, his voice soft.

"Be good. Your period is in a few days, and drinking too much alcohol is very likely to make it come early. You'll be rolling around in bed in pain again."

Nan Li's face flushed slightly, she muttered a quiet "Got it," and obediently took the drink Meng Zhu handed her.

Meanwhile, the "Jinling Immortal Music" WeChat group had gone completely crazy.

The girls in the group sent a series of "Ahhhhhh," the screams almost flipping the screen over.

"What childhood sweethearts? This is clearly a husband!"

As for those boys, they hadn't sent a message in a long time; they had probably surrendered.

They just wanted to finish this meal quickly and escape this dog-food advertisement scene. This meal was simply torture.

[Dear viewers, you saw it, right? Mr. Zhu, that old fox, his combo moves are just too flashy.]

[How could such an innocent grandmother give birth to such a black-bellied grandson?]

[I don't care about that. I just know Lin Xi is right. This dog food is truly high-end; I can't afford it.]

[But the ingredients list for this dog food is wrong. It's this sweet and they're still not a couple? It's really annoying.]

[Don't panic. These are obviously intentional moves by Meng Zhu. He is making his move; let's just watch.]

[Now the haters are talking: doing all these fancy things, and Nan Li hasn't changed a bit.]

[Exactly, can he make Nan Li realize her feelings with just this? I think he's building a castle in the air.]