Rebirth in the 80s: The Scholar Wife is Cute
Chapter 546: Really Good at Pretending

Chapter 546: Chapter 546: Really Good at Pretending

"Okay," Tian Caiyan cheered, thinking it would be even better to have Zhou Siyu accompany her, as it would also make it a bit easier to talk with Lu Siyuan. "After we come back from No. 3 Middle School, I’ll treat you to a movie. The new release is really good."

"Great! I love watching movies the most," Zhou Siyu said with a smile, as if she really enjoyed it.

Following behind them, Zhao Xinlan rolled her eyes. She’s such a pretender, clearly having never watched a movie before.

She wanted to watch movies too, but her parents were afraid she’d spend money willy-nilly, giving her just enough for a week. If she didn’t go back this week, she’d have no money to use the next.

Really, nothing’s more vexing than comparing yourself to others. Tian Caiyan’s weekly allowance is more than her monthly allowance.

The more she thought about it, the more upset Zhao Xinlan became, and she no longer wanted to walk with the two. Making the excuse that she needed to use the bathroom, she quickened her pace.

Tian Caiyan and Zhou Siyu went to the basketball court. Zhou Siyu liked to watch others play basketball, and although Tian Caiyan originally wasn’t interested, she discovered after a few visits that there were a lot of boys there, and often they would steal glances at her. She really enjoyed such gazes and gradually came to like it too.

When the two arrived at the basketball court, they saw Gu Jianbin clad in sportswear, running with the ball, looking very handsome. Many girls were watching him with lovesick expressions. Zhou Siyu contemptuously glanced at those girls. As if they could ever have a chance with Gu Jianbin. They’re deluded.

"He’s more handsome than Gu Jianbin, and taller too. He must be better at basketball than Gu Jianbin as well." Gu Jianbin was the school heartthrob, and Tian Caiyan liked to compare Lu Siyuan with him. She believed this was the only way to highlight Lu Siyuan’s excellence.

Zhou Siyu usually echoed Tian Caiyan’s words, but hearing her compare Gu Jianbin with a student from No. 3 Middle School, she felt uncomfortable.

Subconsciously, she had already regarded Gu Jianbin as her beau, and wouldn’t allow others to speak ill of him.

Tian Caiyan dared to challenge Gu Jianbin’s good looks, so Zhou Siyu pointed out Lu Siyuan’s shortcomings bluntly, "But he’s a student from No. 3 Middle School."

"What’s wrong with No. 3 Middle School?" Tian Caiyan became unhappy. She might look down on his school, but she wouldn’t tolerate others doing so. "Maybe he just didn’t perform well for a while and that’s why he ended up there. Or perhaps he thinks No. 3 Middle School offers more freedom."

Although she herself didn’t believe such claims, she disliked anyone belittling him. After all, he was her lifesaver.

"Why are you getting mad? I’m not saying No. 3 Middle School is bad," Zhou Siyu quickly said some nice words to smooth things over, realizing her impulsive comment from earlier, "I just mean No. 3 Middle School is a bit far away. If he were at No. 2 Middle School, it would be more convenient for you two to date, right?"

"That’s more like it," Tian Caiyan’s mood slightly improved, but she no longer felt like watching the basketball game. "You watch on your own; I’m heading back to the dorm."

Having spent so much time together, Zhou Siyu had long figured out Tian Caiyan’s temperament—someone who loved being flattered and was quick-tempered but also quick to cool down.

As long as she buttered her up a bit, Tian Caiyan would happily treat her to meals and give her gifts. Bluntly put, she was just a rich fool.

Therefore, Zhou Siyu didn’t bother to cajole Tian Caiyan any further and continued to enjoy watching Gu Jianbin play basketball.

A few minutes later, Gu Jianbin and Zhuo Feng, having finished their game, jogged over with a basketball in tow. The other girls watching the scene shone with eyes full of envy. Zhou Siyu’s lips curved slightly; she especially relished such gazes.