Chapter 2 — Miss Empty Cup

Sweets are displayed next to the window. The bag intentionally reveals the store's name. When posting on her personal page, she can always turn other people's kindness into her own value. "Being cared for is a very natural thing." "Get used to having people remember you." "Girls should still be treated seriously." The comment area is full of words of admiration. Someone asked her if she was in love yet. She replied with a smiley face. Someone asked Phuong Du if he was her boyfriend. She replied: "Don't guess wildly." The more you don't admit it, the more it seems true. Phuong Du also thinks he is about to succeed. He started buying Ha Tinh more expensive items. Limited edition lipstick, essential oils, silk scarves, hangers. After receiving it, Ha Tinh always said it was too expensive. Turned around and immediately posted it on my personal page. Every time I take a photo, I always have a Starbucks cup by my side. That cup is like her seal. As long as it appears, every cheap item is captured by her into an exquisite life. But most of those cups still come from me. I don't ask directly anymore. I just changed my habits. When I buy coffee, I tear off the paper around the cup. Use a black pen to make a small dot on the body of the cup. After finishing my drink, I took a photo and saved it on my phone. Then still place it on the corner of the table as before. As expected, when I returned home that night, the cup immediately disappeared. The next day, it will appear on Ha Tinh's personal page. The small black dot was turned back by her. One time she didn't turn it properly, revealing a corner. I took a screenshot and saved it. The second time, she placed the cup next to the book, revealing a scratch on the bottom of the cup. I keep saving. The third time, she was more careful. But she forgot that I bought a hot drink that day. To capture the feeling of iced Americano coffee, she poured half a cup of cold water inside. The cup body is soaked and soft, the paper layer is wrinkled. In the photo it looks very clear. Someone asked in the comment section: "Why is this cup a bit distorted?" Ha Tinh replied: "As soon as I picked it up, I twisted it. It's really clumsy." I laughed for half a day. Dieu Kha also sat next to him and seriously exclaimed: "He really knows how to enjoy life." I asked Dieu Kha: "Do you think she is rich?" Dieu Kha did not hesitate at all. "Of course." "Look at his personal page, the food and appliances are not cheap." "Moreover, Phuong Du is pursued by so many people but only pursues him, which definitely proves that he is not normal." I did not refute. A lot of people, when judging whether someone is worth being sought after or not, never look at the real thing. They only look at the cover. Ha Tinh clearly understood this point. She doesn't really need money. She just needs to make others think she has money. That afternoon, I returned to the dormitory after school and the door was not closed. Inside came Ha Tinh's voice. "Phuong Du is not bad, just still too immature like a student." "The things he gave me are just like that." "We've seen a lot of them." Another female student asked: "Then why do you still accept them?" Ha Tinh laughed. "Receiving gifts and falling in love are two different things." "Someone wants to show their sincerity, why should we stop them?" I stood outside the door, not entering. She said again: "Moreover, now I can't show that I'm too easy to follow." "The higher you do it, the more passionate they are." Everyone in the room burst into laughter. Someone mentioned me. "Is the short-haired female student in your room not getting along with you?" Ha Tinh's voice was immediately filled with hate. "Don't mention it again." "Every day there are boxes full of food on the table, the whole person smells of poverty." "If you regularly buy Starbucks, you'll probably spend your entire week's living expenses on those cups." "This kind of person is pitiful."

"I don't have any money and still trying." I lowered my head to look at the bag in my hand. There was no Starbucks inside. There was only a bright red cup of lemonade. The cup had the image of the Mixue mascot printed on it, ice cubes hitting the straw. At first, I just conveniently bought it as I passed by. Four yuan. Big cup. Sour enough, also sober enough. I pushed the door and walked in. The room was immediately silent. The smile on Ha Tinh's face had not yet recovered. Her eyes fell on the thing in my hand. First, I was stunned. Then my whole body stiffened on the chair. Dieu Kha walked in from the balcony and was stunned when he saw me. "You didn't buy coffee today?" I put down my bag. "No." Ha Tinh stared at the Mixue cup, her voice uncontrolled and uncertain. "Why are you suddenly drinking this?" I sat down and slowly took a sip. The sour taste made me squint. "I'm out of money." I looked at her expression and said "Drink this later." The makeup brush in Ha Tinh's hand fell on the table. She immediately bent down to pick it up, but her movements were strangely chaotic. The girl next to her asked in a low voice: "Ha Tinh, why is your face so ugly?" Ha Tinh reluctantly smiled. "No." I placed the glass of lemonade on the corner of the table. The cup's stem was red in the sunlight, extremely dazzling.