Chapter 3 That person in Chapter 2, Ze Yu

But how many times in this life can your heart beat faster and you can barely speak? I have never been in love, but I know that a person who has faith in love should Cherish every heart-beating moment, and then bravely pursue the next time, the next time, And then next time. <5> Then the camera of the story returns to the coffee shop. Perhaps it is because the name of the store is really romantic, so it is easy to attract people with romantic personalities or people who are prone to romantic associations.If the King of Chaos and the group of playful high school students are not counted.

The person I like sits within five steps of me. Waiting for a coffee shop, at 8:30 in the evening, on the small purple wooden table, two cups of latte he ordered. One for himself and one for his girlfriend. His name is Zeyu. Yang Zeyu. "So?" asked his girlfriend. "So I'm going to the Kaohsiung Taxation Cup this weekend. I really can't accompany you to the class reunion. You also know that I was almost the best debater last year. This year's topic is very interesting. I am the president and must lead the team... ..." Zeyu said slowly. His girlfriend and my rival in love had an incomprehensible expression and didn't drink a sip of coffee.

I pretended to be cleaning the glass nearby, but I was actually eavesdropping on their conversation. During the 26 times of eavesdropping, I also got to know Ze Yu. Ze Yu is a third-year student in the Department of Information Science and Technology of Jiaotong University and the president of the debate club. Everything about him was big except for his flat glasses with gray lenses. Big eyes, big palms, wearing big size 12 shoes, big body, up to 182 centimeters, I lifted my toes and put my head on his warm chest, what a natural match. Occasionally, Zeyu would go to the store to browse business magazines to pass the time, or hold his notebook computer to make reports.

When he is alone, he likes to sit in a fixed corner, read a few fixed magazines, and order a fixed amount of Kenyan coffee. Only when he comes with his girlfriend, Zeyu will order her favorite latte.Great caring. Every time he comes, I can't hide my ecstasy and the joy on the corner of my mouth, and I will be in a good mood throughout the night. Although I only spoke to him once. "I'm really sorry." Even his big eyes were begging for forgiveness. "I don't care, you promised me to attend my high school reunion together last month, how can you not keep your word?" His girlfriend pouted.

Humph, if only I'd let him go. Debating competitions are a gathering place for extremely intelligent people, how can you stop him who is brimming with talent? "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I will definitely make it up to you after the competition. You see, I, the president of the debating club, can't beat you. The loser is speechless, and I can only keep apologizing... .." Ze Yu kept saying. Sassy finally has a decent smile. Alas, how nice it would be to have a fight, even though I'm only a senior in high school, I don't dare to expect anything. Wiping the glass repeatedly, looking at the reflection of Zeyu on the glass, I recalled the first day I saw Zeyu.

Like the beginning of all romance novels, that day, a rainy day. My first day at work. ************* Ding dong? A tall figure stood at the door, unhurriedly putting away his umbrella, even though his trousers and shoes were already soaked. "Ah, it looks like Takeshi Kaneshiro!" I thought to myself, observing my first customer. He walked over, his shoes squeaked because they were wet, his slightly square face and bangs touching his nose looked very much like Takeshi Kaneshiro.Leaning against the counter, just a kiss away from me. "Miss, I want a glass of Kenya." He froze for a moment, then smiled, just like a regular customer smiles when they discover a new clerk.

"Kenya?" I looked at the proprietress with distressed eyes. I didn't know at the time that Kenya was actually the name of a type of coffee, and not an African infamous place.But Albus had been out of the bank three minutes ago to run errands, and now he was in trouble. "The lady from before just went out, but it will take a while." The proprietress sat lazily at the counter and read a book. "Then before Kenya, just give me a cup of something hot." He nodded and changed his words. Sitting in a corner with a large glass beside him, he soon took out a then-rare laptop from his backpack.

"Madam, I don't know anything, can you teach me?" I asked the lady in a soft voice. The proprietress stretched out her hand and flicked it lightly on my ear. "Just give him a cup of something hot? Didn't he just say that?" The proprietress smiled half a smile, she must not have seen the seven slashes on my face. So I had no choice but to sneak behind the counter, throw some unknown name coffee beans into the grinder and stir them randomly. walk to his side. He watched me put hot coffee in front of him, mouth slightly open. "You...you forgot to filter it?" He smiled cutely, but I was so embarrassed by this smile.

Coffee grounds sink sadly to the bottom of the mug, or float mournfully on top of the coffee. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, today is my first time at work, and I haven't learned anything yet, so..." My ears are burning, and I really want to take a time machine and go back to a minute ago. "It's okay, but...can I have a cup of hot water or tea, please?" He looked at the coffee with heavy resentment and laughed. Of course I nodded quickly, hurriedly took the mess back to the counter and poured it out, and warmed up a glass of boiled water for him. The proprietress is secretly laughing, really.

Half an hour later, the savior Albus finally came back, and finally there was a decent cup of Kenya on his table. Kenya with a strong aroma. I am also inexplicable, in a short conversation, I fell in love with him who is as strong and fragrant as Kenya. *********** The glass was so perfect that I repeatedly wiped it as if it didn't exist at all, so I had to start mopping the floor. "If I get the best judge, I will definitely thank you in my speech." He picked up the latte, as thoughtfully and meticulously as holding his girlfriend's hand, and drank it. "What kind of compensation is this? I want you to write thirty cute letters of apology and send them to my classmates one by one, explaining why you can't come to my class reunion." His girlfriend pretended to be cute and said angrily.

But in fact, it's not cute at all. This kind of request is as bad as the Xin Chou Treaty. It's just to show off that she has a considerate boyfriend.So Zeyu frowned. "Reject her, tell her it's immature." I thought to myself, I lightly touched Zeyu's shoes with the mop as a spiritual encouragement. "Okay, but I won't have time until the game is over." Ze Yu tilted his head and thought for a while, before finally speaking. "How can it be? Of course the apology letter must be sent to my classmates before the class reunion? Don't you know that there is no sincerity in apologizing afterwards?" Her girlfriend shook her head resolutely. I was so angry while mopping the floor, how could there be such a sassy girlfriend? It's really a phoenix with trumpet flowers in its mouth. "Okay then, write down the address of your high school classmate on a piece of paper and bring it to me tomorrow, and I'll mail it the day after tomorrow." Ze Yu smiled wryly, very gentlemanly. I'm about to pass out. The two of them later talked about preparing for the graduate school exam a year later, and I lost interest in listening to it, and memorized world geography distractedly behind the counter. Soon, Ze Yu's sassy girlfriend left first, and Ze Yu heaved a sigh of relief, took out his fat notebook computer, put it on the small round table, and started typing. I finally couldn't bear it anymore. I made a cup of Kenyan coffee (the best coffee I've ever brewed), took a deep breath, and looked at the hostess. The proprietress was obsessed with making gingerbread houses, and just gave me a look with my eyes to let me do whatever I wanted. Albus yawned and pushed his red plastic-rimmed glasses, but she was fine. So I took the Kenyan coffee, walked to Zeyu's side, and sat down in a panic. "Please drink." I said, carefully pushing the Kenyan coffee in front of Zeyu. <6> "You know I like to drink Kenya?" Ze Yu was a little surprised, but then nodded his thanks. "Of course I know, because when you came alone, you would only order a cup of Kenya and at most a small cake. I don't remember it." I smiled as gently and gracefully as possible. Zeyu picked up the mug, smiled and drank the Kenya I made myself. "You are really a keen observer." Ze Yu. "Should this be a compliment? Or are you laughing at me." I laughed. "Take it as the beginning of chatting, the starting point of getting to know each other." Ze Yu smiled calmly. He is really a good communicator, worthy of being the president of the debating club. "That keen you, do you know why I have to sit in the corner every time?" Zeyu asked a simple question. I pointed to the ground, the transformer of his laptop, and smiled.Zeyu also laughed. Sometimes Zeyu would stay in the store for two or three hours, his fingers flying on the keyboard like playing a piano. He sat in the corner because there was an outlet under the corner that could provide unlimited power supply, allowing him to finger and dance non-stop. "You are really sharp." Ze Yu praised. "No, you don't need a sharp mind to solve your problem." I shook my head. "Oh?" Ze Yu. "As long as you pay attention, you will notice." I said. "I see, you pay attention to me?" Ze Yu smiled. My face was probably flushed, I could tell from the temperature of my palm. "What a disrespect." I suddenly became very tutored. "Fellow, I don't see any faux pas on your part." He said solemnly, "In this society full of business logic, whether a coffee shop can be regarded as a strange customer is actually a matter of fact. A very pleasant thing." "I think I understand what you mean." I thought of "One-Dimensional People" written by Markus, the master of the Frankfurt Critical School, which was an extracurricular reading for our Three People's Principles class. "So it's my turn to buy you a cup of coffee? Tea? Or hot water?" He smiled seriously. "I'm really sorry that day. I didn't know how to do anything at work just now. I can only let you drink tasteless hot water." I stuck out my tongue: "Don't hold grudges so much." "I don't hold any grudges. Boiled water also has a taste, and heat is its taste." He thanked: "So I must treat you to a drink." "There's no reason for a customer to buy a clerk something to drink in a store." I said, this is really a bit nonsensical. So he didn't insist, just looked at me.Although I didn't say much more, I didn't feel embarrassed. "And then?" Ze Yu suddenly laughed. "Huh?" I was confused. "Why would you want to buy me this cup of coffee?" He laughed. "If you don't ask, I really forgot." I was shocked by my forgetfulness. "So I take it back, you're not a sharp person." He took a sip of his coffee. "Not really." I admitted. "So what then?" he repeated. "Yeah." I was shocked again, so I stood up. "Sorry, I shouldn't be nosy, but I really don't understand how you are so well-bred and can tolerate such a girlfriend? Her request is really inconsiderate." I clasped my hands together and said apologetically, "I'm just curious, nothing else." "Are you eavesdropping on our conversation?" Ze Yu raised his eyebrows and asked knowingly. I stick out my tongue, hoping it's a cute look, I've been practicing it for a long time. "Actually, I don't count as patience, I just know how to make a little flexibility." Ze Yu said with a wicked smile. He turned the laptop over to show me, and on the screen were a few lines saying I'm sorry, I'm sorry to go to the boring debate competition, but I'm actually having a lot of pain in my heart. It turned out that Zeyu planned to write a letter with a computer, and then fill in a different name with a pen and send it out. "You're treacherous," I said, in a good way. "No, it's just that I have been with Xiaohui for more than a year, and I have been trained very well in the way of contingencies." Zeyu knocked on his head, turned the laptop back, and smiled wryly: "But I think I will still be scolded badly in the end. It's just a temporary bluff, but I can be quiet for a few days. Purpose." I nodded, his girlfriend would be furious if she knew he didn't write the apology letter himself. "Thank you for the coffee, I really can't stand the milky taste of the latte." Ze Yu took a sip of the coffee. "Then I'll put less milk in that cup of latte for you in the future." I said, and stood up with a smile. Turn around and go back behind the counter. "etc." Ze Yu's voice was suddenly shy. I turn around.The plate in his hand trembled a little. "I want to remember the name of the girl who bought me a cup of coffee, so I don't have to call her miss in the future." Zeyu's eyes are very thin. His big eyes narrowed into a line only when he was happy. "That lady's name is Siying, Siying of Missing, Ying of Firefly." I said nervously. I was so nervous that I forgot to smile. This is our second conversation, although love has not yet begun. Maybe it won't start in the future. But how to make a great cup of Kenyan coffee, I will never forget. <7> "Don't get angry." In the self-study class, Xiaoqing from behind patted my head, and a note came. Xiaoqing is my best friend. However, we are different from our good friends in traditional girls' schools. Xiaoqing and I have very independent personalities. We are not used to being together when we go to the bathroom, and we don't like to hold hands when we walk. We often go our separate ways after school because we all work in different places.I was in a coffee shop, and Xiaoqing pretended to be the counter at Jinshitang. That alone is proof enough that we all aspire to grow. "Xiaoqing, do you think I have a chance to be with Zeyu?" I looked back at Xiaoqing and smirked. "It's only the second class, and you're already daydreaming. Do you still remember that you need textbooks on archeology, literature, culture and Chinese culture in the afternoon?" Xiaoqing said with a look of being overwhelmed. I still smirked, although what Xiaoqing said was not wrong at all, only Zeyu, who had spoken to me twice, was still entangled in my mind, messing up the classical Chinese texts in the textbook and turning them into a cat. tadpoles. "No, I can only be admitted to a private university if I continue like this. I have to work hard, and I must be admitted to Jiaotong University, so that I can become Ze Yu's junior." I said to myself, picked up the green oil essence and sucked it hard , refreshed. Opportunities are for those who are ready. "Again, Siying, Jiaotong University is a science school. Do you know what subjects you can take for the social group?" Xiaoqing reminded me by stabbing my back with a pen. I thought about it, yes, I have never thought about this question, maybe I subconsciously think that opening a coffee shop in this life is very good, but I never thought that there is no coffee department in the university. Xiaoqing took out a thick introduction to the school department from the drawer, which was sent to the school by the cram school last week. I also took out the introduction from the drawer, and the two began to study it in whispers. "Tsing University has a lot of humanities departments, including the Department of Economics, the Department of Chinese, and the Department of Foreign Languages..." Xiaoqing looked at the introduction. "Rejected, I want to study in Jiaotong University." I said bluntly. Especially in Jiaotong University, the ratio of male to female is seven to one. Girls are quite precious and rare. If you are not careful, you will become a flower. This is a good chance for the ordinary-looking me to qualify. "There are only two departments in Jiaotong University, Management Science and Foreign Languages. It seems that you don't have many choices." Xiaoqing's fingertips followed the department introduction of Jiaotong University, and raised her head: "I know what you are studying in foreign languages, but what are you studying in management science? A lot of math? A lot of computers are used?" I don't reject English, but if I read it all at once for four years, I won't be very interested. However, the four words of management science are both easy to understand and difficult to comprehend. It seems that we need to investigate carefully and strengthen our ambitions. However, these four words seem familiar? I fell into deep thought, searching in my mind where I had heard the words management science. Xiaoqing flipped forward and stopped at the chapters of National Taiwan University and National Chengchi University. Like most high school students, Xiaoqing wants to leave her hometown to study abroad and experience the life away from home when she is in college, so Tsinghua University, Jiaotong University, Zhushi, and Zhonghua are not in her consideration. I had the same thought at first, but how many times in this life can my heart beat faster and I can barely speak?I have never been in love, but I know that a person who has faith in love should cherish every heart-pounding moment, and then bravely pursue the next time, the next time, and the next time. Ze Yu. Zeyu is the love I pursue. Otherwise, I wouldn't have walked into the "waiting for someone" that he often encounters. Otherwise, he would not have met Kenya in "Waiting for Someone" long before I did. We started from our own lives and were destined to meet somewhere.Somewhere it might be here. So, I want to stay in Hsinchu, stay in the coffee shop where we met, and try to find a way to get into Jiaotong University. Otherwise I would never have known the answer. "Hey, you're in a daze again!" Xiao Qing tapped my head with Li Kebai, waking up my pink daydream.