Because Jingyuan's birthday gift had drained her wallet and she spent freely, Zhihui—under pressure and on Mai Mang's advice—applied for a part-time job at a fast-food restaurant. At the interview she was nervous. The girl handling hiring was on the phone—that made it worse. She hovered at the door. Fragments reached her: "Not him." "It's A Xu." "A Xu and I got back together." A Xu? No way... the upperclassman from last winter's mixer that she'd roasted? Zhihui broke into a cold sweat. Couldn'...