My Queen, My Rules - 98
Extra: Childhood Sweetheart (Parallel Universe)
At ten-thirty in the morning, the bell signaling the end of the exam rang right on time, a rapid succession of shrill chimes that sounded almost like a death knell. Ji Mingshu hurriedly finished the final paragraph of her essay, scrawled a period at the bottom of the exam paper, and let out a long breath of relief.
The proctor stood at the podium directing the papers to be collected in a zigzag pattern. Ji Mingshu leaned back in her chair, rubbing her hands lazily as she gazed out the window.
She was sitting by the window, which faced the brick-red building where the seniors studied. Through the glass, she could vaguely make out the empty classroom of Senior Class Eighteen. After lingering there for a few seconds, she withdrew her gaze.
There was only one exam that morning, Chinese. Once it ended, the corridors filled with students coming and going, all of them comparing answers and discussing the test.
Ji Mingshu was surrounded by her best friends as they headed outside. She looked listless, answering them with little more than a word here and there.
"Shushu, what's wrong?" one of them asked with concern.
Ji Mingshu shook her head. "Nothing. I'm just a little hungry."
"You didn't eat breakfast?"
Ji Mingshu couldn't help complaining. "The exam started at nine. When was I supposed to eat?"
"Exactly! We finished at ten-thirty, and the afternoon exam doesn't start until two. Why couldn't they just push the morning exam back to nine? This school is seriously so annoying!” They had just reached the entrance of the teaching building. As she linked arms with Ji Mingshu and led her down the steps, she continued in agreement, "I almost didn't make it this morning either. Luckily, I grabbed a piece of bread on my way out. Want to go to the school shop and get something now?"
Before she could finish, someone behind them called out, "Ji Mingshu!"
The boy lifted his chin slightly. The basketball hit the ground once before he caught it neatly against the crook of his arm. He smiled, still breathing a little hard as he approached. "You didn't eat breakfast? There's a new Japanese restaurant outside the school. I'll treat you."
The boy was tall and broad-shouldered, with a bright, clean-cut look. He was also a complete stranger. Her friend merely gave a knowing little smirk and whispered, "That's the third one this month."
Ji Mingshu shot her a glance, silently telling her to shut up.
Just as Ji Mingshu was about to refuse, someone else called loudly from behind them, "Hey, Xiao Shu!"
The voice was lazy, edged with teasing amusement.
Yet Ji Mingshu still turned around instinctively.
Her friend was quicker, leaning in to remind her at exactly the right moment, "Your Cen Sen-gege is here."
The boys had just finished their physical fitness test and were all sweaty. Cen Sen and Jiang Che trailed behind the others. Aside from the slightly damp black hair at their foreheads that betrayed their exertion, they looked perfectly composed.
The two of them seemed to be discussing something, trading remarks back and forth. In the end, Jiang Che gave Cen Sen a slight lift of his chin before Cen Sen finally stopped talking and looked toward her.
The midsummer sun was blazing overhead, the daylight almost painfully bright. Ji Mingshu was the one standing on the steps, yet with Cen Sen standing below and looking slightly upward, their eye contact somehow carried an inexplicable air of dominance from him.
The boy holding the basketball behind her had no idea what was going on and only made things worse by stepping forward. "The head chef at that Japanese restaurant is actually Japanese. It's really authentic. Come on?"
Ji Mingshu ignored him, her gaze still fixed on Cen Sen.
Cen Sen was two years older than her. He had always been somewhat reserved by nature, but he had always treated her well. When they were little, she followed Cen Sen-gege around all day long, and even at night she would shamelessly insist on sleeping in his bed.
As they grew older and she came to understand that there were differences between boys and girls, she was too embarrassed to cling to him quite so shamelessly anymore. But the two of them remained close, and she still depended on him in all sorts of ways.
When they boarded at school during middle and high school, Cen Sen was the one who helped her carry her luggage and organize her dorm room. On weekends, he would ride his bicycle and take her home with him. Even when she got her first period, it was Cen Sen who bought sanitary pads for her.
Her mother had died when she was young. Her aunt and second aunt treated her very well, but they were still not her parents, and neither could be expected to notice every detail of a girl's physical needs. When Ji Mingshu got her first period, she had been convinced that she had some incurable illness that was making her bleed to death. She had hidden in her room and cried until Cen Sen was the first to notice what was wrong. He calmed her down, then steeled himself and went to the convenience store at the end of the street to buy her sanitary pads.
Unfortunately, Jiang Che, Shu Yang, and the others happened to run into him while he was buying them. They laughed at him mercilessly, then loudly declared that his painstaking attentiveness had gone far beyond ordinary concern. He was practically raising his own child bride.
Ji Mingshu had overheard their teasing several times, whether intentionally or otherwise.
Cen Sen always complained about how annoying they were, but secretly, Ji Mingshu thought that becoming Cen Sen-gege's child bride didn't sound so bad.
……
A few days earlier, she had wheedled and whined until Cen Sen finally agreed to give her some last-minute math tutoring before the exams. Then she went to a friend's birthday party and completely forgot to do the practice paper. When Cen Sen found out, he gave her a cold, stern lecture. She thought he had been far too harsh. She knew she was in the wrong at first, but before long she ended up feeling wronged instead. The two of them hadn't spoken for the past couple of days. They hadn't even run into each other.
Now Cen Sen was as calm and composed as ever. Even when he saw someone asking her out, there was not a flicker of emotion on his face. A little annoyed herself, Ji Mingshu neither accepted nor refused the invitation to eat together. She simply grabbed the strap of her bag and walked ahead without looking sideways. The boy immediately followed.
But just as she passed Cen Sen, he suddenly reached out and gently caught her by the wrist.
"I went home last night to get clothes. I brought you some braised pork ribs."
He smelled faintly of fir, a clean, cool scent as gentle and understated as his voice.
Then, as if that weren't enough, he added, "I made them myself."
Ji Mingshu's body followed the wavering resolve she had never quite managed to commit to, slowly turning back. When she lifted her eyes, she met Cen Sen's clear, dark gaze.
She stopped walking away.
Ji Mingshu fell into step behind Cen Sen, her head drooping like a little puppy that had finally been coaxed back into a good mood after sulking at its owner.
Cen Sen held the container of ribs and turned back to Ji Mingshu. "What do you want to drink?"
Ji Mingshu answered in a tiny voice, "Coke."
"Carbonated drinks aren't good for you."
Ji Mingshu: "Coffee."
"You have another exam this afternoon. If you drink coffee, you won't be able to rest at lunch."
"Then... milk?"
"Mm."
Cen Sen went to the school store and bought her a carton of milk, even thoughtfully insert the straw into it for her.
Once their food had been ordered, they sat across from each other. For some reason, Ji Mingshu was feeling awkward and refused to look at Cen Sen, keeping her head down as she gnawed on the ribs.
Cen Sen, on the other hand, was perfectly at ease. As usual, he asked, "How did you do on the Chinese exam?"
"Fine, I guess." She kept her head down. "The essay topic was weird, though. It was really hard to write."
"What was the topic?"
"Something about a gentleman... having a bland relationship... like water? Or was it, 'A gentleman's friendship is as bland as water'? I forgot. When I was writing, I kept wondering what gentlemen and bland had to do with each other..."
Cen Sen paused. "Are you sure it wasn't 'A gentleman's friendship is as light as water'?"
"Ahhh!" The rib she had just picked up dropped straight back into her bowl.
Ji Mingshu jerked her head up, her face full of horror. "I don't know! I didn't read it properly. Am I going to get zero for the essay? We're having a parent-teacher meeting after these exams. If I fail Chinese, my uncle is going to kill me. What am I going to do?"
She was frantic.
Cen Sen suddenly asked, "What did you call me?"
Ji Mingshu froze.
A few days earlier, at her friend's birthday party, the girls had told her that continuing to call him Cen Sen-gege now that they were already in high school sounded way too intimate. For one thing, it might interfere with his chances of finding a girlfriend. For another, it might interfere with hers finding a boyfriend.
The moment she imagined Cen Sen eventually getting a girlfriend, she had felt strangely uncomfortable. Still, she had to admit that her friends had a point. So, on the day he tutored her in math, she had told Cen Sen that she was going to start calling him something else. By now, she couldn't even remember how Cen Sen had responded. She only remembered that somewhere along the way, the two of them had started arguing over the practice paper she'd failed to do.
"What did you call me?" Cen Sen asked again.
Ji Mingshu looked at him, hesitated, then called softly, "Cen Sen."
For a fleeting moment, something in his eyes seemed to thaw, as though ice and snow had suddenly melted away.
"Eat first." He paused, then said, "I'll figure something out about the essay."
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The day soon came when the exam papers were returned and the results announced.
Before the papers were distributed, Ji Mingshu still held onto a sliver of hope. Maybe the teacher had somehow failed to notice that she had misunderstood the entire question. Or maybe, seeing how desperately she had racked her brains to fill all eight hundred characters, the teacher might have taken pity on her and given her a barely passing score.
But when the paper landed on her desk, the red-inked words "off topic" circled across the essay page completely crushed her last illusion.
During Chinese class, the teacher even used her as an example, emphasizing the widespread problem of students failing to read exam questions carefully, before extending the lesson into a broader criticism of their attitude toward studying.
Ji Mingshu spun her pen listlessly, wearing an expression that seemed to say, ‘Please, by all means, give your speech. I'll consider myself defeated if I listen to a single word’. She performed nonchalance to perfection.
The reality, however, was that her Chinese essay had not been her only failure. She had spectacularly crashed and burned in every other subject too.
With the parent-teacher meeting scheduled for the following week, she could already imagine the legendary disaster waiting for her when she brought her grades home. Her two uncles would refuse to show their faces at the meeting, then blame each other for the whole mess in an epic battle of mutual finger-pointing.
If all they did was refuse to attend and throw blame at each other, that would have been fine. The real problem was that after they finished blaming each other, the brothers would undoubtedly unite against her, producing a full list of her ten great sins and dissecting each one in painstaking detail.
Ji Mingshu spent most of the day silently worrying about it, enduring all the way until the final class meeting that afternoon. By tradition, the homeroom teacher would hand out invitations to the parent-teacher meeting during the Friday class meeting. Everyone in the class was clearly familiar with the routine, and they were already discussing it among themselves.
But after the homeroom teacher came in and finished summarizing the exams, he suddenly braced both hands on the podium and announced, "There's one more thing I need to tell everyone. The grade has decided that next week's parent-teacher meeting will be postponed for now."
The moment he finished speaking, applause erupted from below. Cheers and excited chatter broke out all at once.
The homeroom teacher adjusted his glasses, then slapped the podium and barked sternly, "What's all the noise about?" He straightened, clasping his hands behind his back. "Postponed doesn't mean canceled forever! We'll definitely have one after the third monthly exam! Those grades are the grades you earned yourselves. Just because there's no parent-teacher meeting doesn't mean you didn't do badly!"
The old teacher wasn't wrong, but as the saying went: when you reach the bridge, you'll find a way across. If you could get away with one more day, then one more day it was.
The moment the dismissal bell rang, the classroom erupted into noise.
"Why did they suddenly cancel it?"
"Who cares why? No meeting is good news."
"Thank goodness they canceled it. I feel like... like I've escaped from the jaws of death, you know? I was seriously terrified."
"Hey, I heard the Senior Grade head came over and caused trouble for our grade head today. Do you think it had something to do with the parent-teacher meeting?"
At that bit of gossip, Ji Mingshu's ears perked up, and her movements slowed as she packed her schoolbag.
"Caused trouble?"
"The principal came too. You guys didn't hear?"
"No. What happened?"
"I don't know either. I'll go ask Dong Liang."
Dong Liang was the class sports representative and something of an all-purpose information network. In no time at all, he'd darted off to another class, dug up the gossip, and zipped back.
Dong Liang had been pursuing Ji Mingshu for some time. Apparently eager to show off his impressive connections in front of the girl he liked, he returned to the classroom and settled down near Ji Mingshu. Tilting his chin slightly in her direction, he pretended not to care as he announced to everyone, "It's actually nothing major. It's just that bunch of troublemakers in the Senior Grade experimental classes. They insisted the noise from our first-year classes was affecting their preparations for the college entrance exam. Those seniors are basically treated like gods at this point, so the school decided to postpone the parent-teacher meeting. They're even putting up soundproof panels for them or something, and we're not allowed to make too much noise during breaks anymore."
"So that's what happened."
Everyone suddenly understood.
The affiliated high school had traditionally kept the First Teaching Building unused because the distance between the First and Third Teaching Buildings was simply too short. Anything happening on one side could easily disturb the other. But the Qinsi Building, which had effectively served the function of the First Teaching Building in previous years, was undergoing renovations this year, so the school had no choice but to put the First Building back into use.
Apparently, the seniors had complained from the very beginning. With the college entrance exam approaching, their frustration was understandable, especially since the first-years really were noisy. Now that the parent-teacher meeting had been conveniently postponed, no one had any reason to resent their seniors and seniors sisters over it.
But Ji Mingshu felt there had to be more to it than that. She continued packing her schoolbag as though she weren't paying much attention, but she hadn't missed a single word. Almost the moment Dong Liang mentioned the senior experimental class, she'd immediately connected it to what Cen Sen had said: I'll figure something out.
So this was what he had come up with?
After school, at the bicycle shed, Cen Sen naturally took Ji Mingshu's schoolbag from her and gave a quiet "Mm," when she asked whether she'd guessed correctly.
Ji Mingshu was secretly delighted. She clasped her hands behind her back, hooking one index finger around the other. As Cen Sen pushed his bicycle over the speed bump, she bounced along beside him on her toes. Once they reached level ground, she naturally climbed onto the back seat and sat sideways.
Cen Sen's body stiffened slightly, and his Adam's apple moved with an unnatural swallow.
Ji Mingshu didn't notice. She simply wrapped her arms around his waist as she always did.
Cen Sen: "Let go."
Ji Mingshu froze. Her body reacted faster than her brain, and she obediently released him. Her hands hovered awkwardly in midair, unsure whether to fold behind her back or rise beside her ears in surrender.
Cen Sen: "Get off."
Ji Mingshu obediently climbed down.
She suddenly felt inexplicably guilty. Just as she began frantically searching her memory for anything she might have done to offend Cen Sen, or any mischief she might have kept from him that he had somehow discovered, Cen Sen also got off the bicycle.
He stood before her with his eyes lowered, then slowly and meticulously buttoned his school uniform jacket around her waist.
His voice was just as slow and deliberate, carrying an emotion she couldn't quite identify. "Don't shorten your school uniform skirt again."
Ji Mingshu looked up. For a moment, she thought she recognized some of those emotions after all. A faint chill drifted in on the midsummer evening breeze from the lakeside. Deliberately, she asked, "Why? Are my legs ugly?"
Cen Sen glanced at her and continued pushing the bicycle forward, his voice calm. "They're pretty. That's exactly why you can't let other people see them."
Ji Mingshu stood there stunned for several seconds. Once the meaning sank in, her cheeks burned. She hurried after him, every steps full of barely concealed delight, though she still complained aloud, "You're so annoying. You worry about everything."
Cen Sen ignored her complaint and merely reminded her, "Sit properly. We're going downhill."
Ji Mingshu obediently settled into place, her hands resting lightly around his waist. It was a long-established understanding between them. Whenever they reached a downhill stretch, she would hold Cen Sen tighter and lean against his back. Sometimes that still didn't seem like enough, so she'd secretly rub her cheek against him, or deliberately poke him with her chin. The downhill road seemed to stretch on endlessly before them, and for one fleeting moment, she found herself wishing the road ahead truly had no end.
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In the early morning, pale golden sunlight streamed through the leaves in shafts, carrying the gentle warmth of early summer.
Summer had arrived, and the temperature was climbing higher by the day. When Ji Mingshu left the dorm that morning, she couldn't be bothered to bring her school uniform jacket anymore. She wore only the little white short-sleeved shirt with its pale blue collar.
The short-sleeved shirt was the affiliated high school's summer uniform. There were three buttons at the collar. Ji Mingshu had fastened them when she got dressed, then undone them again because the collar felt too tight around her neck, and it also seemed to make her chest feel uncomfortably constricted.
There were still twenty minutes before morning self-study when she left the dormitory. As she and her roommate walked downstairs, they were discussing one of the eternal daily questions of high school life: What should we eat for breakfast? But the moment they stepped out of the dormitory, they saw Cen Sen standing not far away with Jiang Che and Shu Yang.
Her roommate had long since grown accustomed to the scene. She patted Ji Mingshu on the shoulder and let out an exaggeratedly pitiful sigh. "Looks like I'll have to suffer through a lonely, miserable piece of bread by myself today." Without waiting for Ji Mingshu to respond, she cheerfully waved goodbye and walked off.
Jiang Che and Shu Yang looked as though they had barely woken up. When they saw Ji Mingshu, they called out a greeting, then very tacitly slung their arms over each other's shoulders and left ahead of them.
Seniors woke earlier than chickens. Usually, they were already sitting in their classrooms doing morning self-study before the sky had even brightened. Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen had barely seen each other lately.
Ji Mingshu: "Did you stay up all night doing practice problems?"
Cen Sen: "Mm. I just finished a full set of science subjects." His voice was slightly hoarse, and faint dark circles showed beneath his eyes. "Let's go. I'll have breakfast with you."
Ji Mingshu nodded and naturally slipped her arm through his.
Cen Sen's body stiffened slightly, and he lowered his head to look at her. Her soft hair brushed against his arm. He could only catch the hand that was causing trouble and guide it downward, but as his gaze followed the movement, his eyes happened to catch the faint outline of her collarbone beneath the pale blue collar, and below that, the line of…
He suddenly stopped walking.
"What is it?" Ji Mingshu asked, bewildered.
Cen Sen stared at her collar for several seconds, his brows drawing together slightly. "The buttons."
"Huh?" Ji Mingshu looked down. "What's wrong with them?"
Cen Sen: "Button them up."
Ji Mingshu: "Why? It's uncomfortable around my neck."
His patience finally ran out. Cen Sen reached over and fastened the top button for her. But even with one button done, the curve beneath the collar remained visible, so without thinking, he fastened another.
It was the morning rush to school, and students passing by kept turning their heads to stare. A handsome boy and a beautiful girl were already conspicuous enough. Having one of them fastening the other's clothes in broad daylight was undeniably intimate.
Cen Sen remained completely expressionless. "Your uniform is too small. Go to the library during break and buy a few new sets."
Ji Mingshu answered with a slow, distracted sound, suddenly a little embarrassed. Maybe it was only her imagination, but when Cen Sen did the buttons, she could swear his fingertips had brushed her skin. The warmth of them seemed to linger there long after he'd pulled his hand away.
Cen Sen was never much of a talker, and Ji Mingshu had drifted off into her own thoughts. They walked in silence, bought breakfast, and Cen Sen escorted Ji Mingshu to the entrance of the First Teaching Building.
When they parted, Cen Sen suddenly asked, "Do you have enough cash for the uniforms?"
Ji Mingshu nodded absentmindedly, then shook her head a few seconds later. She couldn't even remember how much money she had brought with her. Her expression clearly said: Don't ask me. I think I've lost my memory.
Seeing how completely out of it she was, Cen Sen said nothing more and simply handed her all the cash he had on him.
Because Cen Sen reminded her repeatedly, Ji Mingshu dragged her deskmate along to the library during the long break to buy new uniforms. She also wanted to stop by the school store for some snacks, but her deskmate grabbed her and held her back.
"Your Highness, you won't starve to death if you eat a little less. I still want to go back and fold roses."
"Fold roses?"
"I just learned yesterday." Her deskmate tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her voice suddenly hesitant and her expression a little bashful. "You know, that guy from Class Seven... It's his birthday next week."
Ji Mingshu understood instantly. She drew out a long, meaningful, "Oh," then, as though something had just occurred to her, asked curiously, "Are those roses easy to fold?"
"You want to fold one too?"
"Of course. He's taking the college entrance exam soon. I should show my support too..." Ji Mingshu didn't deny it. Her clever little brain spun rapidly until it found her a perfectly respectable excuse. "It's just a beautiful blessing from a junior to a senior before his college entrance exam."
Her deskmate gave a meaningful "Oh," then mercilessly exposed her. "Sure. Once your Cen Sen-gege finishes the exam, a whole crowd of little fairies is going to throw themselves at him. Claiming your territory early is a good idea."
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
Ji Mingshu was about to argue, but her deskmate immediately continued, "But roses definitely aren't happening for you. Why don't you fold stars instead?"
Ji Mingshu: "Who are you looking down on?"
Her deskmate: "I'm telling the truth."
All the way back to the classroom, Ji Mingshu remained furious. Why couldn't she fold roses? She was hardworking, beautiful, and kind. What gave her deskmate the right to say she couldn't? This was judging people by appearances. This was discrimination. This was the collapse of moral values!
Her deskmate indulged her completely. After they returned to the classroom, it took exactly five minutes of practical demonstration to make Ji Mingshu shut up obediently accept her fate, and settle for folding stars instead.
Unfortunately, the facts proved that Ji Mingshu really did have limited talent when it came to handicrafts. Even with something as simple as folding stars, her success rate was less than one in ten. Worse, she insisted on making things harder for herself by writing a message inside every single star. Thus, her original grand ambition of folding 1,314 stars had dropped to 999 by the end of the morning, then fallen again to 520 by the end of the afternoon...
A week before the college entrance exam came a holiday that had absolutely nothing to do with high school students, yet one they insisted on celebrating anyway: Children's Day.
Cen Sen had been busy preparing for the exam, and Ji Mingshu didn't dare disturb him. She waited until Children's Day itself, then squatted downstairs at the Third Teaching Building to wait for them to finish evening self-study.
The midsummer night was clear and serene, the dark sky scattered with sparse stars. The breeze carried a faint chill.
Every so often, Ji Mingshu stamped her feet and looked up toward the floors above. The evening self-study bell had rung long ago, yet the familiar figure still hadn't appeared. At one moment, she wanted to go upstairs and see what was happening. The next, she worried that she would disturb Cen Sen.
She paced back and forth downstairs until her legs grew sore. Finally, she leaned against the wall, her head drooping lower and lower, until she was almost tempted to fall asleep.
She had no idea how much time had passed when she suddenly felt someone ruffling her hair.
"Why didn't you just come upstairs?"
Ji Mingshu: "I was afraid I'd disturb you."
Before Cen Sen could ask why she had come looking for him, she proudly brought out a tiny bottle from behind her back as though unveiling a treasure.
The bottle was almost comically small, about the size of an ordinary cup of yogurt. After a whole week of folding, Ji Mingshu had managed to make only ninety-nine stars, and even she felt a little embarrassed.
Cen Sen took the bottle and examined it for a while. "You folded these?"
"Mm."
"Why ninety-nine?"
Ji Mingshu stammered, "To wish you good luck on your college entrance exam..."
Cen Sen raised an eyebrow, amusement creeping into his voice. "I've received quite a few gifts lately, but this is the first time anyone has given me something to wish me luck on the college entrance exam. Looks like I misunderstood."
"Misunderstood what?"
"Nothing. A lot of girls have been giving me stars, roses, and paper cranes lately. Jiang Che said they were confessions, so I didn't accept them. I suppose I'll accept them after all..."
Ji Mingshu panicked. "You can't!"
Cen Sen: "Why not?"
"They have ulterior motives. They're confessing to you. You can't accept them!"
"Ulterior motives." Cen Sen repeated the words slowly, almost thoughtfully. He looked at her for a moment, then lowered his gaze to the stars in his hand.
Ji Mingshu's face betrayed her completely, turning red with embarrassment. Her fingers twisted nervously at the hem of her clothes, and she felt more embarrassed than she ever had in her life. She turned and tried to run, but Cen Sen reacted instantly and caught her by the wrist. The momentum spun her back around, and she crashed straight into his arms.
That familiar, pleasant scent of fir clung to Cen Sen. Pressed against his chest, Ji Mingshu could feel the warm solidity of him, and suddenly she didn't want to pull away. After a long moment, she lifted her head and unexpectedly met his clear, dark eyes.
Tentatively, Ji Mingshu asked, "Cen Sen-gege... are you going to date someone after the college entrance exam?"
Cen Sen: "We'll see."
"Even though you'll be free after the exam, I don't think you should rush into dating. You're so smart. You should put your limited energy into unlimited learning." Ji Mingshu spoke with utmost seriousness.
Cen Sen seemed to genuinely consider her advice. Then he said solemnly, "I agree. Your grades are unstable as it is. Dating would affect your studies."
Ji Mingshu stared blankly for a long while before finally understanding what Cen Sen meant. She hadn't even realized that he had her completely enclosed in his arms. She stammered, "I... I didn't mean it like that. I mean, even after you start university, you should still focus on your studies, but... but you need a balance between work and play. If you have the energy, then I guess there's really nothing wrong with..."
Jiang Che and Shu Yang had stayed behind to clean the classroom and came downstairs fifteen minutes later than Cen Sen. As they reached the second-floor landing, they happened to glance down and catch sight of the two childhood sweethearts downstairs, wrapped up in each other's arms.
Shu Yang clicked his tongue and shook his head. "These two. Seriously, I can't even look."
Jiang Che gave a lazy smile. "Let's go. Don't disturb the childhood sweethearts.”
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