Chapter 3 — Miss Empty Cup

In that moment, I could almost hear the strings in her heart tighten. Because after tonight, her personal page probably won't be able to produce a drink for that prestigious lady anymore.04That evening, for the first time, Ha Tinh did not post on time. The dormitory was unusually quiet. She sat at the table, her phone screen lit up then off, off then back on again. Dieu Kha was lying on the bed watching a video, suddenly poking her head out. "Ha Tinh, aren't you posting about your daily life today?" Ha Tinh's finger stopped. "Today is so tiring." After saying that, she glanced at the red lemonade cup on the corner of my table again. I bowed my head and played with the phone, not answering. The Mixue mascot on the red cup smiled brightly. The brighter it became, the more unsightly Ha Tinh's face became. At half past ten, I went to the bathroom. When I returned, the lemonade was still in the same place. It's just that the straw was once pulled out. The edge of the cup lid is slightly askew. I took a look but didn't say anything. Ha Tinh sat on a chair, pretending to arrange skin care items. I pulled out a chair and sat down. "Is it delicious?" She suddenly raised her head. "What?" I pointed to the cup. "I asked this, is it sour?" Her face turned red. "Who touched your things?" Dieu Kha poked his head out from under the bed curtain. "Huh? What's going on again?" Ha Tinh immediately took charge. "Nothing. Now he sees even a cup of drink as a treasure." I smiled. "That's right, four yuan." There.” The corner of Ha Tinh's mouth twitched. The next day, I continued to buy Mixue. On the third day, I still bought Mixue. On Wednesday, I bought two cups. A cup of lemonade, a cup of four-season peach tea. I placed them next to each other on the corner of the table. When Ha Tinh passed by, her steps also slowed down by half a beat. Dieu Kha smiled and asked me: "Why have you changed your taste recently?" I said: "It's cheap, it's a lot, it still saves lives." Ha Tinh was applying lipstick, when she heard the words "save lives", her hands immediately trembled. That was the status line she liked to use the most before. Her personal page also started to go blank. Four consecutive days without updates. Those who like to gossip in the department quickly found out. Someone asked in the group: "Rich lady recently, why don't you show off your coffee anymore?" Someone continued: "Isn't it because you're in love that you live a secret life?" Another person said: "Lately Phuong Du hasn't come downstairs to give you coffee." When the message reached the dormitory, Ha Tinh couldn't keep face. She deliberately put the phone face down on the table, her voice was light. "I just feel there's no need to post a personal page every day." Dieu Kha nodded. "That's right. People who really have money are very secretive." I almost burst out laughing. Ha Tinh looked at me. Those eyes were full of warning. I pretended I didn't see it. She held back for a long time, and finally couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up: "Have you done it on purpose lately?" I raised my head. "On purpose?" "Intentionally buying those cheap drinks." She lowered her voice. "Do you want to embarrass me?" I looked at her. "What do I buy and drink and still have to consider whether your profile is beautiful or not?" She was silenced by me, unable to say anything. Dieu Kha blinked. "Ha Tinh, what does this have to do with you?" Ha Tinh's face changed. "I just feel that the desk in the dormitory is messy, affecting the aesthetics." I moved two cups of Mixue to the middle of my table. "My table, my aesthetics." She bit her lip. Say no more. Sure enough, on Thursday evening, she finally posted a post. Pictured is a Starbucks cup. The cup is placed next to the ground-level glass door of the school library. Next to it is an original English book. The status line was: "Taking a break during the busy time, still a familiar taste." The comment area immediately became bustling. "Finally waiting for your usual coffee life." "Rich lady returns

again." "This is you." Dieu Kha saw it and excitedly showed it to me. "Look, he bought it again." I stared at the photo. The cup body was very new. There were no scratches. There were also no black dots I drew. This time, Ha Tinh really spent money to buy it. Before I said anything, Phuong Du commented below: "If you like it, I will buy it for you every day from now on." Ha Tinh immediately replied: "No need, I will also "I often buy it myself." I looked at that line, curled my lips slightly. Finally, she was forced to spend her money. But this was only the first step. Because that night, I saw with my own eyes her wash the cup, dry it, and hide it in the deepest part of the closet. Like hiding a life-saving treasure. 05 Ha Tinh relied on that new cup to support herself for three days. The first day, she placed the cup next to the window, mixing it with a silk scarf and perfume. Day three. Second, she placed the cup on the book and replaced it with a clean straw. On the third day, she placed the cup on a small table next to the bed, intentionally revealing only half of the same cup, but the fake one was used too much, and in the end, a female student commented: