Four.

At least, the cost is the loss of one's privacy and freedom. Even having breakfast is like being watched as if one were a gorilla.

President, I have been feeling guilty about dirtying your white shirt last time. So, I specially bought a new one. President, would you like to try it on? I handed the white shirt I bought from a street vendor to Wei Jimo, pretending to look pitiful.

I furrowed my brows and looked at the group of giggling girls surrounding Wei Jimo, feeling suddenly that fans are truly a terrifying species!

We will definitely meet soon, classmate Wei Jimo!

It seems that being an idol is not as easy as it looks.

Thank you, junior sister. The smile on Wei Jimo's face stiffened, and the coldness in his eyes became even more intense. Obviously, he had reached the end of his patience, but the perfect smile still hung on his lips.

No matter how difficult the environment is, it cannot stop my determination.

However, it doesn't matter!

I quickly swallowed the last bite of the steamed bun, grabbed something from the table, pushed through the crowd and rushed towards Wei Jimo, shouting loudly, "President...I finally see you!"

"No need!" Wei Jimo took the shirt from my hand and said, "I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do. Goodbye, junior sister." After saying that, he quickly left the cafeteria.

President, you're too kind. I blinked innocently and said with a smile, "President, would you like to have breakfast? Let me treat you. Today, the cafeteria is selling mushroom buns and pork buns!"

Well, fortune favors me. Soon I found my target.

However ... ....

"They said there's no need to compensate, yet the younger sister is still so polite." Wei Jimo's face showed a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and his eyes flickered with a cold light that could freeze people. "It's just a piece of clothing, no need to compensate."

In the campus canteen in the early morning, it is very lively.

I was holding a steamed bun in my hand, nibbling on it with relish, while my gaze swept through the crowd like that of a hawk.

I have greasy and salty pig hands. Oh no, it should be my greasy jade hands that grabbed the slender and knobby fingers of Wei Jimoxiu, and rubbed them on his hand. Sure enough, I successfully saw a flash of disgust in his eyes.

No, you must compensate! I tightly held onto Wei Jimo's hand, intertwining our fingers, preventing him from escaping my clutches. Otherwise, how can I face the president in the future?

Goodbye? Hehe, don't worry!

It is said that President Wei, who rarely eats breakfast in the cafeteria, unexpectedly honored us with his presence today. How could I miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?