A few days passed, and it was the routine day off.
After evening training on Saturday, Sang Qiao rushed back to the dormitory, conscientiously took a bath for half an hour, stood in front of the mirror twisting his body to look at his figure.
Finally, he took out his moisturizer from the drawer and applied a layer of it, making his skin look fair and delicate.
Overall, the appearance is not bad.
Sang Qiao reluctantly nodded in satisfaction, wrapped a large bath towel around himself, and began to look for clothes in the dormitory.
Although he had entered Class A, the training intensity was too high, and there was hardly any time for Sang Qiao to move to the dormitory.
In addition, Sang Qiao was lazy and didn't want to be with Jiang Tian, so he stayed in the original dormitory of Class F.
It was a space for two people, with enough room.
Sang Qiao was squatting in front of the closet, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets.
Jiang Kai, who had just finished dinner in the cafeteria, pushed the door open and walked in.
Seeing Sang Qiao's appearance, Jiang Kai exclaimed, "Qiao, are you moving out of the dormitory? Are you leaving me and abandoning me?!"
Sang Qiao: "..."
Sang Qiao held up his large bath towel, "No, I'm looking for clothes to wear at home."
Jiang Kai breathed a sigh of relief, closed the dormitory door, and returned to his desk. "It's just one day, and you're going home. Just wear anything, it's not like you're going for a beauty pageant."
Most of the clothes in Sang Qiao's wardrobe were supplied by Fu Xingzhou, and they fit well in size and color.
The style was niche, and they were almost all imported by air, never clashing with others.
Sang Qiao buried his head in the closet and searched for a while, then pulled out a coat that looked flattering and a cute sweater, and asked Jiang Kai, "Which one do you think is better?"
Jiang Kai had already spread himself out on the bed, and at the word "dad," he sat up like a zombie, "The sweater? Anyway, your dad is old, and older people like their juniors to look cute."
Sang Qiao: "..."
Sang Qiao hesitated to speak on the topic of "your dad" for two seconds, but then he closed his mouth and remembered Fu Xingzhou's age on the marriage certificate.
Then.
Sang Qiao suddenly remembered something that was said by the older folks on the bus more than two months ago when he was about to go to the Fu's headquarters, and the sudden cancellation of the marriage by Sang Qing.
Mrs. Sang was evasive.
Sang Qiao hugged his small towel and frowned, feeling that things were not simple.
To be honest, Sang Qiao had long forgotten his guess from back then.
He didn't expect to be reminded by Jiang Kai today...
Sang Qiao pondered and fretted.
Maybe Fu Xingzhou knew he was not capable, so after marriage, he never made a reasonable demand in that area.
And now, after a very complex psychological test, he gained the courage to propose it.
Sang Qiao sighed and once again felt that Fu Xingzhou was a good person.
Such a good person, even if things weren't working out, he couldn't disappoint them.
Seeing that it wasn't too late.
Sang Qiao quickly put on a sweater, then wore a pair of straight-legged jeans that accentuated his long legs, put on sneakers, and in a hurry took out his phone and rushed out of the program building.
The training time on Saturday lasted until 8 pm.
The time between 8 pm and early Monday morning of the second week was designated as the resting time for the trainees.
The night had fallen upon the northern city.
Sang Qiao stood on the bustling street, subconsciously patting his pocket.
Oh, the sweater had no pockets.
Thus, he had lost the mask that was in the pocket.
The street lamps had already lit up, and there were not many pedestrians on the road.
Sang Qiao, with his head down, furtively crossed two streets and finally bought a solid black cloth mask from a nondescript store.
Putting it on his face, he looked as if he was going to rob someone.
With the mask on, Sang Qiao went to another shop and bought a matching black hat.
After covering himself from head to toe, he sat on the roadside with his phone, searching for nearby adult stores.
However, after searching for a while, he didn't find any stores that looked reliable, especially since many of them had names in English that Sang Qiao didn't recognize.
Feeling weak, confused, and helpless, Sang Qiao spent some time pondering the search results, then exited Baidu Maps and turned to the all-powerful food delivery app.
He searched again.
Not only could he find adult products, but each store owner also thoughtfully labeled the usage and purpose of each product on the pictures.
Marvelous!
Sang Qiao, sitting on the roadside, spent nearly an hour placing an order, and cleverly chose a small grove behind the subway station as the delivery address.
After about half an hour, a delivery guy in a blue vest, carrying three tightly sealed paper bags, arrived with Sang Qiao's hopes and love by his side.
Sang Qiao, wearing a black hat and mask, stood shivering in the small grove. When he saw the delivery guy, he went to greet him as if meeting a relative.
The delivery guy was startled by Sang Qiao's appearance, taking a step back and cautiously asking, "Are you the one who placed the order... sir?"
Sang Qiao: "Yes, yes, that's me! Thank you so much."
Delivery guy: "..."
The delivery guy handed the three bags to Sang Qiao and left with a strange look.
Sang Qiao silently observed the three paper bags under the dim street lamp, ensuring that nothing could be seen from the outside. Then, he happily picked up the bags and called a taxi to go home.
It would take about two hours to drive from the program building to Fu Xingzhou's villa.
When Fu Xingzhou asked him when he would be returning home, Sang Qiao didn't answer truthfully. He told Fu Xingzhou that he wouldn't be able to go back until Sunday morning.
Fu Xingzhou didn't refuse and, after confirming the schedule with Raven, told Sang Qiao to meet him at 7 am on Sunday morning.
Sitting in the car, holding the three paper bags, Sang Qiao happily watched as he got closer and closer to home, his smile even sweeter on his face.
This delivery was probably the driver’s last one for the day, and maybe because of Sang Qiao's cheerful demeanor, he struck up a conversation: "Young man, you live in a high-end community like Yongshui No. 1, but you still take a taxi?"
Sang Qiao smiled and said, "Yes, I don't have a car of my own."
The driver then asked, "How much is a villa in your community?"
Sang Qiao honestly replied, "I don't know."
The driver continued, "You didn't buy it yourself?"
Sang Qiao shook his head and said, "No, it's... well, it's a very good person's house. He saw that I was in a pitiable state and let me stay for a few days."
The driver gave a meaningful "Oh" and fell silent.
Finally, the car stopped in front of the Yongshui No.1 villa community.
Sang Qiao didn't let the driver go any further and, carrying the three large paper bags, walked down and slipped past the security patrol car back into the courtyard.
As soon as he entered, he met the estate manager, Yuan Bo.
It seemed that Yuan Bo had just come out of the hall, and his expression was not very good. When he saw Sang Qiao, he was obviously surprised and said, "Mr. Sang, weren't you supposed to come back tomorrow morning?"
Sang Qiao carefully held the paper bags and replied, "Slipped away early! I'll put the stuff away first. Has Fu Xingzhou come back?"
Yuan Bo hesitated for a moment, then stopped Sang Qiao before he could pass through the entrance hall, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Sang, your father has come. He's sitting in the hall now."