Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 588

Every year on Christmas Eve, the Bioinformatics Faculty organizes a freshers' mixer aimed at all the unmarried postgraduate students.

Its purpose? To widen the circle of friends and ease into campus life more comfortably.

After several editions, it gradually morphed into an official "dating" event.

Plainly put, it's a convenient way for everyone to find boyfriends or girlfriends!

Of course, those who are already in relationships are welcome too, as long as they bring their partners along.

However, all this had nothing to do with Roseanne.

Juggling classes at Kingswell University and lab work at the Business School, her mind was always occupied with experimental procedures and data collection. How could she possibly spare time for what was dubbed as a "social mixer"?

So when she received the invitation, her reaction was one of utter confusion.

Especially since the invitation had "Roseanne" written in bold and enlarged font. Now, that was even more puzzling.

After all, you needed to sign up to attend the mixer.

Roseanne hadn't signed up, so how did she end up with an official invitation?

Suddenly, something clicked, and she narrowed her eyes.

Turning around, she saw Mamie trying to sneak away from the lab bench on tiptoes, attempting a quiet escape. "Freeze!"

Mamie stiffened, then after two seconds, turned around with a grin: "Hehe... Did you need something from me, Roseanne?"

you

"The cafeteria."

"Didn't we just eat?"

I got hungry again,

Right, a snack!

to flee with her

before you leave, maybe you want

the invitation in

clearly panicked, her eyes darting around,

Roseanne was unmoved: "No sweet-talking, spill the beans. Start

I've been meaning to tell you this

"Yeah?"

Mamie bit her lip, made up her mind, signed us both up for the mixer. Thought it'd be fun to check it out. It won't interfere with

en

go, you could've just signed yourself up. Why drag me into it?"

more fun with more people.

was their first entertainment-related event since enrollment, and

conveniently signed Roseanne up as

over, hugging

arm

acting all cute: "Please,

with me, belongs to

you to a

"...It's not about

How about two steak dinners and one hotpot

"... You just want to

Roseanne, please~ My dear, beautiful, intelligent, considerate