This lesbian is too good at talking! I can't afford to offend her!

Chapter 334: Meng Zhujun reintegrates into the group

The podium was bathed in sunlight, and the empty classroom became bustling with activity as students poured in. Xiang Yuanfang dragged Jiang Heping into the classroom, aiming for the second row and quickly grabbing a seat.

Jiang Heping took off his messenger bag and placed it on the seat next to him. He turned around and asked, "Yuanfang, when will Shuning come? Do you want me to save a seat for her?"

"Have a seat first. She will definitely come. Since I've known her, I've never seen her skip class." Xiang Yuanfang moved the book to the table next to him and said with a smile, "Have an extra seat. Zhongyu hasn't come yet!"

Jiang Heping's eyes widened as he glanced at the doorway. He asked in surprise, "Hey? Why is Shu Ning with Meng Zhujun?"

Although they helped Meng Zhujun, and Aunt Shen came to thank them personally, Meng Zhujun remained distant from them. Did the sun rise from the west today? Why was she coming to class with Shu Ning?

She looked up into the distance, stood up and moved inside, and whispered, "Don't worry about it, just take your seat first. Professor Lu's class is not easy to get."

Jiang Heping waved his arms and greeted enthusiastically: "Shuning, come and sit here." Seeing Meng Zhujun hesitate, Jiang Heping took the initiative to invite: "Meng Zhujun, we have taken up an extra seat, please sit with us!"

Meng Zhujun raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a sweet smile, nodded and said, "Well, thank you."

He raised an eyebrow, tilted his head to look out the window, and thought to himself: Weird, Meng Zhujun actually thanked us. Did she take the wrong medicine? Is there something wrong with her brain? This is not like her.

Chen Shuning smiled and stepped aside, looking at Meng Zhujun with an encouraging look, urging her, "Zhujun, hurry in! You sit next to the far side, and I'll sit next to Heping."

While Meng Zhujun wasn't paying attention, Jiang Heping secretly grabbed Chen Shuning's arm and leaned close to her ear to ask, "Why are you two together? She doesn't want to be friends with us, can't you see?"

Chen Shuning raised his index finger and placed it on his lips, saying softly, "Shh, let's talk about it when we get back."

Liu Zhongyu squeezed into the classroom with a book in his arms, looking around. Seeing that there was an empty seat next to Chen Shuning, a smile appeared on his face and he hurried over.

"Luckily you guys saved a seat for me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to squeeze in."

Xiang Yuanfang leaned back, looked past Meng Zhujun and looked at Liu Zhongyu: "How is the Zhongyu business going?"

"Not bad. Those women picked up quite a few hair ornaments and sold a few headbands. Next time I see my senior, I'll have to thank her."

An idea suddenly struck Liu Zhongyu. He looked up and asked with a smile, "Shuning, are you going to the lab these two days? If you run into me, could you please pass on the gift for me?"

"Well, I'll go to the lab to help out at noon." Chen Shuning asked in a low voice, "What gift do you want to give to Senior Jian? Leave it to me!"

Liu Zhongyu opened his schoolbag, took out a hairpin and handed it to Chen Shuning: "This hairpin suits Senior Jian very well. Shuning, can I give this to her? Isn't it too cheap..."

"The gift may be small, but the sentiment is great. Let's take it!"

The bell rang, and the noisy classroom returned to silence. Chen Shuning listened intently to the professor's lecture, occasionally lowering his head to highlight key points in his textbook. His notepad was densely packed with notes.

Professor Lu's voice echoed in the classroom. She frowned and when she talked about key knowledge points, she would knock on the blackboard hard to remind everyone to pay attention.

The second hand ticked, and before he knew it, the class had quietly passed. Chen Shuning packed up his textbooks and walked out, chatting and laughing with his roommates.

"Meng Zhujun, come here." Lu Linwan called Meng Zhujun to his side, holding a water cup, and said with a stern face, "I originally wanted you to help in the lab, but your grades have dropped significantly.

Winter break is coming soon, so hurry up and improve your grades. If you do well next semester, you can go to the lab!"

Meng Zhujun nodded slightly and replied, "Well, Professor Lu, I will find a way to make up for the missed lessons."

"Hey." Lu Linwan breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a low voice, "Zhu Jun, Song Ci has been calling Wen Yuan frequently lately. Are they dating?"

"Professor Lu, I'm not sure." Meng Zhujun shook her head and replied, "Song Ci and I haven't met for a long time."

"Zhu Jun, I won't hide it from you. I don't think they have a good chance." Lu Linwan's face showed worry, and he said softly, "Wen Yuan looks smart, but he's actually very simple."

Lu Linwan sighed again, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Zhu Jun, go and get busy!"

She was too impatient. What would happen if she told Meng Zhujun about this? She should take some time to talk to her son! As for Song Ci, Lu Linwan didn't want to deal with her.

Looking up and seeing Meng Zhujun's worried eyes, Lu Linwan chuckled and said soothingly: "The problem is with my son. Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for your cousin."

The son she was proud of lost his mind after falling in love with Song Ci. Lu Linwan did not hate Song Ci, but she was very disappointed with her son.

"Professor Lu, I..."

Lu Linwan interrupted Meng Zhujun with a smile: "You are you, and Song Ci is Song Ci. I will keep my public and private affairs separate. I will not take my anger out on you."

"That's not what I meant." Meng Zhujun had grown up a lot, and she explained in a low voice, "I know you're not that kind of person. I'm just worried that you'll interfere too much and Comrade Wen Yuan will be dissatisfied."

Wen Yuanwei put pressure on the art troupe just to help her become the lead dancer, which shows how much he loves Song poetry.

"No matter how dissatisfied he is, I will tell him. I am his mother, and it is my duty to remind him not to go astray."

Meng Zhujun has already reminded Professor Guo Lu that whether she listens or not has nothing to do with Meng Zhujun.

"Well, Professor Lu, you go ahead and do your work. I'm leaving now!"

The corridor was silent, not even a single person in sight. Meng Zhujun felt lost. Chen Shuning and the others hadn't waited for her. Were they unwilling to accept her?

Holding her purse tightly, Meng Zhujun walked quickly towards the door. When she turned the corner, several eyes fell on her, and Meng Zhujun smiled warmly.

"You guys haven't left yet?" Meng Zhujun ran over with a smile, her tone tinged with excitement as she asked, "Can I have lunch with you guys at noon?"

He nodded to the distance and replied, "Of course, otherwise we would have left long ago!"

Meng Zhujun's cheeks flushed slightly as she said cautiously, "I want to eat noodles for lunch. The fried sauce that Shu Ning brought is delicious. I've been craving it for a long time!"

"Eat!" Chen Shuning pushed open the door and said loudly, "After you finish eating, I'll ask Junshan to make another bottle."

"I'll order an extra dish today so we can share." Liu Zhongyu patted his messenger bag and said happily, "The shredded potatoes in the cafeteria are especially delicious, hehe..."

"Then I'll order some braised pork." Meng Zhujun said casually, "It's better to have both meat and vegetables when eating rice."

She carefully observed everyone's expressions, and when she saw that they were not opposed, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"The pickles are edible!" Jiang Heping extended an olive branch: "Meng Zhujun, would you like to try them? They taste great. We wash them thoroughly before eating them. They're not as unhygienic as you think."

Meng Zhujun's cheeks flushed slightly, and she said guiltily, "When I think of what I said when you were pickling pickles, I feel ashamed of you."

"It's all in the past!" Xiang Yuanfang's smile was filled with warmth as he encouraged Meng Zhujun, "If you can correct your mistakes, you're still a good comrade."

There was no flattery or sycophancy. But these people in front of Meng Zhujun made her feel warm. This was true friendship, without any impurities.

Meng Zhujun wanted to apologize, but was blocked by the laughter. There was still a long time to go, and she would let everyone see her changes.