Chapter 4 — Miss Empty Cup

“Why is the small dent on the lid of this cup exactly like the photo from the other day?” That comment lasted less than two minutes and then disappeared. Ha Tinh deleted it very quickly. But I take screenshots even faster. Dieu Kha also saw it, his expression was a bit confused. "Why did he delete it?" I said: "Maybe it was a slip." Dieu Kha didn't say anything. She is simple but not stupid. When Ha Tinh returned, he was clearly in a bad mood. She threw her bag hard on the chair. "There are people who really have free time, just staring at other people's lives to find fault." I drank a glass of four-yuan lemonade, slowly raised my eyes. "Who is that?" She glared at me. "Who did I say, don't you know in your heart?" I laughed. "I just know I don't comment." This is the truth. I have never been in a hurry to get directly involved. The more a person likes to fake things, the more they set up their own stage. Wait for her to stand firm, just let the wind blow gently and that's enough. Ha Tinh's face darkened and she went to the balcony to make a call. Her voice was not small. "If you go to school tomorrow, can you bring me a cup of coffee?" "It's not that I definitely want to drink it, it's just that I've been too busy lately." "Any kind is fine, keep it handy." I don't know what the other person said. Her voice immediately became petulant. "Don't think nonsense, it's not because you gave it to me that I drank it." I heard that the person on the other side was Phuong Du. After hanging up the phone, she looked at the Mixue cup on my table, and a hint of pride finally appeared in her eyes. The next morning, Phuong Du indeed arrived. He stood in the dormitory building, carrying two Starbucks cups and a box of sweets. Before going downstairs, Ha Tinh changed three sets of clothes. In the end she chose a light blue sweater. When she looked in the mirror, she said to Dieu Kha: "Actually, I don't like boys who are too proactive, they will feel pressured." Dieu Kha was full of admiration. "But he is really kind." Ha Tinh smiled. "There is no other way. There are people who just like to put their effort into you." When she said that, she looked at me again. I'm closing the lid of the Mixue cup tightly. Today I bought bobo strawberry tea. Pink. It's even more inappropriate to appear on her personal page than yesterday. Less than ten minutes after she came downstairs, a new post appeared. In the photo, two cups of coffee capture only one and a half cups. The other cup is blurred in the corner of the photo. The box of sweets was slightly open. Phuong Du's wrist is exposed at the edge of the frame. The status line was: "No need to say anything, there are still people who understand." The comment area started teasing again. "This is officially public, right?" "Phuong Du really knows how to do it." "You two are locked together." Ha Tinh neither admitted nor denied. She only replied with a few embarrassed emojis. I opened Phuong Du's personal page. He also posted a post. “She said she wanted a drink so I came.” The attached photo is two completed cups of coffee. Even the receipt is not cropped from the photo. The invoice clearly states the time and store. I looked at the photo for a while and suddenly discovered a very interesting detail. In Ha Tinh's post, she photographed the cup as the type of latte she regularly drinks. But in Phuong Du's photo, she ordered the cheapest coffee of the day. Moreover, her cup was just a cup that Phuong Du conveniently bought to fill the order. This is nothing. But Ha Tinh replied to others in the comments section: "Still the same old taste, I'm used to it." I saved both photos. That night, Phuong Du went to the girls' dormitory to wait for her. Ha Tinh slowly refused to come down. She was in the dorm reapplying her makeup, applying perfume, and choosing her bag. Before leaving, she suddenly said to me: "In the future, can you not leave those green, blue, red, and red cups outside?" I asked: "Is it getting in the way of your date?" She laughed coldly. "I'm just afraid of other people."

When you come to the dormitory and see it, it will make the whole room lose face." I nodded. "Then before bringing Phuong Du, remember to inform me in advance." She thought I was giving in, her face softened. I continued: "Let me change the cup of four yuan to a cup of six yuan." Dieu Kha couldn't help but laugh out loud. Ha Tinh was so angry that her face turned pale. She slammed the door and left. Not long after, my phone received a screenshot of the group chat. Someone posted in the faculty group: "Phuong." Du plans to invite Ha Tinh and her roommate to dinner this weekend, saying she wants to officially get to know each other. "Below are a bunch of people teasing me. I looked at that line, my mood suddenly improved. Because I know, what Ha Tinh is most afraid of is not me drinking Mixue. What she is most afraid of is the suitor actually entering her life.06After the news of going out to eat on the weekend spread, Ha Tinh immediately got busy. She wasn't busy making an appointment. She was busy trying to fix her image. She asked Phuong Du which restaurant she had booked. After hearing the name, she searched online all night for the menu, the space, the recommended dishes, the average cost, and even whether the mirror in the bathroom was suitable for taking photos or not. The next day, she started practicing how to order.