Summer in Your Name - 85

On Saturday noon, Zhang Shu appeared downstairs at Women’s Dormitory No. 23. He had initially found an inconspicuous spot to wait, but because of the bouquet of French Tulips in his arms, he still drew particular attention. People in the milk tea shop glanced his way from time to time, craning their necks just like him, eagerly awaiting the appearance of his leading lady.

It was right at lunchtime, with a constant stream of people going in and out of the dormitory building. When Sheng Xia finally stepped out, onlookers could tell at a glance that she was the one the young man was waiting for.

She happened to be wearing a white jacket today, with a white beret on her head. Her lips were red, her teeth white, her eyebrows like a painting, her eyes like poetry. She was just like that bouquet of French Tulips.

Sheng Xia took the flowers, her joy evident on her face. “They’re beautiful!”

Zhang Shu nodded, studying her face. “Very beautiful.”

“Didn’t we agree I’d handle everything?” Sheng Xia stressed. He’d spent money again.

Zhang Shu: “Wherever you say next, it goes.”

Sheng Xia carefully placed the flowers in Xiao Mo’s basket.

Xiao Mo¹ was the name she’d given her electric scooter. She’d initially wanted to call it Xiao Lu¹, but Zhang Shu had stopped her, saying a cultured person like her should have more refined taste in names.

(¹: Xiao Mo: Little Ink; Xiao Lu: Little Green)

To this, the cultured person had replied: A simple name means it’s easier to care for.

Xiao Mo was indeed very easy to care for. Sheng Xia used it for getting around campus and could go a whole week without charging it. But for today’s itinerary, she’d made sure to charge it to full.

“Riding out?” Zhang Shu asked.

“En,” Sheng Xia was already astride the scooter, key inserted. “Get on?”

Zhang Shu: …

“Let me drive?” This was his last stubborn insistence.

Sheng Xia: “I’ll carry you.”

Zhang Shu: “Are you sure about that? Wonder who it was in senior year who said they couldn’t carry me?”

Sheng Xia certainly hadn’t forgotten that. Back then, she’d just made up an excuse not to give him a ride, who knew he’d be so shameless?

Sheng Xia: "I take my roommate all the time. I’m very skilled now.”

Zhang Shu: "When it warms up, you can drive. For now, get off. I’ll take the front.”

Sheng Xia couldn’t win against him and obediently scooted to the back seat.

He started the scooter and reminded her: “It’s windy back there.”

This familiar line…

That day when they went to Binjiang Park, she hadn’t dared to hold on. But now they were officially together! Sheng Xia wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his back.

Feeling him pull her hands away, she couldn’t help but frown. Did he not mean for her to hold on?

“Don’t leave your hands outside, it’s cold.” He held the handlebar with his left hand and tucked her right hand into his pocket with the other, then added. “Left side.” 

“Oh,” Sheng Xia complied, feeling for his left coat pocket with her left hand and slipping it in. Inside, it was warm with his body heat.

For lunch, Sheng Xia had chosen a Nanli cuisine restaurant, which review apps said was very authentic.

The restaurant was in a mall near the campus. After parking the scooter, Sheng Xia pulled her mirrorless camera out of her bag, turned it on, and adjusted the settings slightly while pointing it at Zhang Shu.

His handsome, magnified face appeared on the screen.

“Action,” she directed playfully.

Zhang Shu: “Another photography club assignment?”

Sheng Xia: “En, I need to make a daily vlog.”

“Then film properly,” Zhang Shu said, still playing along. He held her hand, letting her trailed beside him, chattering about angles and composition.

When they reached the restaurant floor, Sheng Xia handed the camera to Zhang Shu and pulled out her phone to check the map. “Hold this for me, I need to find where the restaurant is.”

Saying this, she walked ahead on her own, checking her position against the mall map.

Zhang Shu glanced at the huge sign above their heads but stayed silent, following her as she made a complete loop around the restaurant level.

Back at the starting point, Sheng Xia was puzzled. “How come it’s not here?”

Zhang Shu, holding the camera, finally couldn’t hold back and spoke up. “Silly tour guide, ever consider you might be standing right at its doorstep?”

Sheng Xia looked up sharply. “Uh—” she uttered, embarrassed. As she turned her head to say something, she saw the lens pointed straight at her. “Are you filming me? Don’t film me!”

She reached over to grab it. Zhang Shu raised the camera high, causing her to half-fall into his arms. He chuckled softly and steadied her but didn’t yield an inch. The lens angled completely downward, her pouting, angry face appearing on the screen—flushed with indignation, then resignation, and finally giving up the struggle. “Anyway, it’s my camera, I can just delete it.”

“Oh really?” Zhang Shu raised it even higher. “Then why won’t you let me film?”

It was the lunch rush, queues were everywhere. The staff at the door and the waiting customers were all watching them with amused smiles.

Sheng Xia quickly straightened up from his embrace, took two steps back, flushed with embarrassment and about to get angry. Zhang Shu, seeing he had pushed enough, returned the camera to her and preempted her: “Don’t be mad. You can just delete it anyway.”

Sheng Xia: …

They took a number; there were nearly ten tables ahead of them. As they waited, Sheng Xia murmured that she was thirsty, Zhang Shu told her to hold their spot while he went to buy her milk tea—there was a shop in this building that she particularly liked.

Sheng Xia nodded instinctively, then shook her head and stood up. “No, let’s go together. I need to pay.”

Zhang Shu laughed. Was she fixated on paying today?

He didn’t argue and readily agreed: “Alright.”

Maybe it was her imagination, but Sheng Xia felt a couple nearby giving them odd looks.

The milk tea shop was packed on the weekend. They waited a long time before getting their order. By the time they returned to the restaurant, their number had already been called. Sheng Xia was just about to get a new number or change restaurants when Zhang Shu said a few words to the staff. The staff member then asked them to wait a moment and said they would arrange a table soon.

“You can do that?” Sheng Xia asked curiously.

Zhang Shu: “As long as it’s not too far past your number, it’s fine.”

Just then, an extremely domineering male voice came from behind them: “Shouldn’t it be our turn now, miss?”

A female voice chimed in: “Yeah, how can you let someone cut in line?”

It was that couple. The girl was holding a bouquet of flowers, apparently also on a date.

The server explained to them that they could still be seated if the missed queue number was within three tables. The guy remained unreasonable, spouting ‘laozi²’ this and ‘laozi’ that, demanding to see the manager, his tone downright hostile.

(²: A first-person pronoun meaning "your father" or "I, your father." It is highly arrogant, vulgar, and confrontational.) 

The server looked troubled. Sheng Xia said, “Let them go first, we can take a later number.”

Zhang Shu also nodded in agreement.

The server looked at her with immense gratitude.

When it was finally their turn, as luck would have it, their seats were right next to that couple’s.

While looking at the menu, Zhang Shu filmed her again. “What to order?” he asked.

Sheng Xia read out a few dishes from the menu, then glanced up to ask if he wanted to add anything, only to meet the lens head-on and immediately deflated. “If you keep filming, I won’t let you eat.”

Zhang Shu adopted an interviewing tone: “So what’s the vlog’s theme? ‘Not Letting Zhang Shu Eat’?”

Sheng Xia: “Just daily life. Mainly practicing editing,” She planned to film the mall, the streets, the food—even ambient shots could be edited beautifully.

Of course, she also wanted to record this day.

When she first joined the photography club, it was firstly because she felt everyone else had hobbies, but besides reading, she had none—her extracurricular activities were too limited. Secondly, that day she had unintentionally filmed him, she found herself rewatching the footage over and over again, realizing how beautiful it was to capture fleeting moments.

Zhang Shu: “What’s next after this?”

Sheng Xia closed the menu. “Movie after lunch.”

Zhang Shu: “Which one?”

Sheng Xia: “That sci-fi blockbuster.”

Zhang Shu: “And after that?"  

Sheng Xia: “Arcade.”

Zhang Shu: “Mm. Then?”

Sheng Xia: “Karaoke.”

Zhang Shu: “You're singing?”

Sheng Xia: “Of course you're singing. I want to listen.”  

Zhang Shu: “That’s gonna cost you.”

en?”

Sheng Xia thought briefly: “Okay, sixty yuan an hour?” It was the standard rate for an hour in a mini KTV booth.

Zhang Shu: “And then after that?”

Sheng Xia hesitated. “Um… dinner?”

Zhang Shu: “Your vlog script’s taking shape.”

Sheng Xia: …

He suppressed a smile. Her entire ‘date itinerary’ was practically a complete copy-paste of Xin Xiaohe and Yang Linyu’s.

Those two had plastered it all over Moments.

Zhang Shu put down the camera, scanned the QR code to order based on the dish names she had just listed, and remarked, "See? That wasn’t so hard. Being on camera’s no big deal."  

Sheng Xia thought: That’s because she knows it can be deleted.

Zhang Shu returned the camera to her. “Photography club’s great. It suits you well.”

Sheng Xia was also quite satisfied with this serendipitous choice: “En, I think so too.”

As they chatted, the food arrived. Only then did Sheng Xia realize he had ordered and paid again. She was still waiting to call the server over to order!

Sheng Xia: “You’re breaking the rules again! How do you keep forgetting?”

Zhang Shu raised his hands in surrender: “It won’t happen again.”

A snicker came from the next table. It was that guy from earlier. He asked his girlfriend, “Baby, want to take pictures first?”

The girl replied: “What’s there to shoot? This isn't some fancy restaurant. You wanna film a documentary or something?”

The guy continued laughing: “True. We're only here 'cause you craved it. I said to go eat Japanese food but you didn’t want to.”

Their conversation was painfully deliberate. If Sheng Xia still didn’t catch on, she’d have to be a complete fool.

She frowned at Zhang Shu, but only saw the slight curve of his lips, as if he just found it amusing. Neither spoke. Their eyes met, and in that shared glance, everything was said.

—I am free, I sing my own song.

After lunch, they headed to the cinema. Sheng Xia noticed that, oddly enough, the couple from earlier was following nearly identical routes as them.  

Sheng Xia picked up the tickets and bought popcorn while Zhang Shu stood by idly, his gaze focused on the camera screen, filming her. Sheng Xia had already given up resisting and let him film. She hugged a giant bucket of popcorn, scanned the code to pay, and asked the camera: “Is one bucket enough?”

Zhang Shu nodded without speaking.

That couple was queueing behind them, their eyes holding a strange mockery. Sheng Xia accidentally made eye contact with the girl and coldly looked away.

“Baby, I want Haagen-Dazs, vanilla flavor, and a large bucket of popcorn, buttered, en, and also…” the girl said in a sickly sweet voice, clinging to her boyfriend. For some reason, her tone was particularly high-pitched.

That “babe” gave Sheng Xia goosebumps.

The guy, however, seemed to enjoy it. He pulled the girl into a deep kiss. “Whatever my baby wants to eat, I’ll buy it all, buy it all.”

Sheng Xia finished paying and left. Turning back, she saw Zhang Shu still at the counter, telling the staff: “Haagen-Dazs, please.”

Staff: “Which flavor? How many?”

Zhang Shu: “Vanilla. How many do you have?”

Staff: “This one sells well, only three left.”

Zhang Shu: “I’ll take them all.”

Sheng Xia was stunned for a moment. Zhang Shu paid and walked towards her. The girl behind him was furious but could only glare while her boyfriend comforted her: “It’s okay, it’s okay, there are other flavors. How about strawberries?”

The girl stamped her foot: “No, no, no!”

Zhang Shu expressionlessly put his arm around Sheng Xia’s shoulder. She couldn’t help it, letting out a “pfft” laugh before even fully turning around.

Once they’d settled into their seats, she leaned close to his ear and whispered, "So bad!"  

She grinned, eyes glinting with mischief.

Zhang Shu: “What?”

“The Haagen-Dazs!”

Zhang Shu said with a straight face: “Don’t you like vanilla flavor?”

That was true.

“Still bad. Super bad.” So bad he could say it with such solemn righteousness.  

Zhang Shu took the opportunity to kiss the tip of her nose and calmly admitted: “Oh.”

Not even two minutes later, that same couple passed in front of them and took the seats to their right.

This bizarre, cursed connection.

The movie was noisy, an action blockbuster. Amid the clanging and banging sound effects, someone was kissing passionately. The sounds were amorous, the movements so intense the connected seats shook.

Sheng Xia glanced sideways and was stunned.

That couple had put up the armrest between their seats. Their coats were draped over the seats. The girl was wearing a thin, wide-necked, form-fitting knit top and was practically throwing herself onto the guy as he, well, his hands were exploring freely. 

The tight-knit fabric left nothing to the imagination, betraying every movement of the guy’s hands.

From Sheng Xia’s perspective, the girl’s… were practically exposed.

This?

She’d seen similar behavior downstairs at the dorms, but never on this scale.

Suddenly, she felt the armrest beside her being lifted. Her vision went dark as a large palm covered her 3D glasses. Then, her head was pressed onto a solid shoulder.

“Watch the movie,” his lowered voice came from above.

Sheng Xia looked up. Zhang Shu was focused on the movie, as if nothing had happened, except for the slight tightening of his arm around her shoulders.

Flickering light and shadow played across his face. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed some popcorn.

She felt his profile seemed a little different now, but she couldn’t pinpoint exactly how.

Zhang Shu suddenly turned his face to hers. “Watching me isn’t free. Watch the movie first.”

Caught in the act, Sheng Xia refused to admit it and complained, “You smudged my glasses.”

She was half-sprawled in his arms now, looking up and acting spoiled, her chest rubbing against his arm. Zhang Shu glanced coolly at the live PDA show next door, then returned his gaze to her face.

Did she really think he was some kind of ascetic saint?

Through the dark glasses, Sheng Xia couldn’t see his increasingly intense gaze. She only saw him suddenly raise his hand, take off his glasses, then lift her chin. His soft lips pressed against hers, sucking deeply, then punishingly nibbling her lower lip before pulling away, staring at her.

Sheng Xia: “Now my glasses are even more smudged.”

The next second, her glasses were also removed. He cradled the back of her head as he kissed her again, his fingers pushing up her beret to rub against her earlobe. Sheng Xia shuddered, and his tongue took the opportunity to delve in, invading and plundering.

The kiss was urgent and fierce, matching the rhythm of the intense fight scenes.

Her tongue felt numb.

How long did it last? She didn’t know. She could never resist his kisses, whether they were like a storm or a drizzle, they were always intoxicating.

Until the fight scenes faded, the plot shifted to the sorrow after the battle, the background music became slow and melodious. His kiss also slowed down, just lingering on her lips, playing with them, one gentle press after another.

Like a comfort.

He released her, forehead resting against hers, breathing rapidly.

Then he put his own clean glasses on her and took her smudged ones for himself. He adjusted his sitting posture and looked back at the screen.

Once again acting like nothing happened.

Sheng Xia: “How can you see with smudged glasses?”

“The climax is already over…” he said.

Sheng Xia’s cheeks burned fiercely red.

What? Climax what? Her gaze was panicked and bashful.

Zhang Shu straightened up, creating some distance, and smiled. “The movie, I mean. Nothing worth watching now."  

He wore the expression of a righteous gentleman saying: where are you letting your imagination run wild to?

Sheng Xia: … She shouldn’t have asked.

He simply took off the glasses and stared at her openly. Sheng Xia imitated his earlier demeanor, watching the movie with complete focus, but she couldn’t follow a single scene anymore. 

Five minutes later, she finally caved: "So… keep watching?”

Zhang Shu: “Up to you. I can watch all day.”

Sheng Xia didn’t ask more. She pulled him up and left, remembering to take the unfinished ice cream with them before they went.

The movie still had about fifteen minutes left. After leaving early, they went to the arcade across the way. Unexpectedly, that couple also came out.

Sheng Xia was baffled. “Is there really such a coincidence?”

Zhang Shu: “Just pretend you don’t see them.”

But afterwards, when they played racing games, that couple played racing games. When they played whack-a-mole, that couple played whack-a-mole. It was as if they were trying to one-up them.

Zhang Shu took her to the basketball hoop game. “Want to play?”

Sheng Xia wasn’t into basketball, but seeing there was only one machine left, surely they couldn’t follow them here?

“Let’s play.”

Zhang Shu inserted coins, selected two-player mode, and started the game.

He scored almost every shot. Even though Sheng Xia didn’t land a single one, the game still reached the bonus rounds.

Sure enough, that couple came over, chattering behind them.

The guy said, “Don’t worry, someone will be done soon.”

But as it turned out, the people on the nearby machines seemed to be regulars who specifically practiced shooting for arm exercise. They kept inserting coins, and the machines never became freed up.

On Sheng Xia’s side, Zhang Shu guided her hands through each shot, and her accuracy gradually improved. They advanced through level after level until their arms were getting sore and aching. When Sheng Xia called for a break, Zhang Shu helped stretch her arms to ease the soreness. As they turned to leave, they saw that couple still waiting nearby.

Walking out of the arcade, the couple finally stopped tailing them. Sheng Xia wondered, “How can there be such strange people?”

Zhang Shu replied flatly: “The world’s full of bored people.”

Copycats, at their core, were just bored and jealous.  

Sheng Xia: “Doesn’t that affect the quality of their own date too?”

Too?

Did she feel the quality of her date was affected?

Zhang Shu wanted to ruffle her hair, but the beret was in the way, so he pinched her cheek instead. “Forget the plan. Let’s have an impromptu date.”

Sheng Xia’s eyes lit up. “What?”

Zhang Shu took her downstairs, out of the mall, and away from this ‘formulaic’ date spot. 

They rode the scooter, wandering aimlessly on the road.

They turned into any interesting-looking small alley, took photos on the artsy streets of the art district, bought a can of spray paint from a street artist, and made a mess with it.

They signed up for a membership card and bought books at a dilapidated old bookstore, queued for half an hour at a no-name stall to buy one-yuan flatbreads, petted grimy stray cats in the alleyway, and had a staring contest with the guard dog at a compound entrance.

Then they ducked into a park that was about to close, spun themselves dizzy on an abandoned merry-go-round, then kissed until they were dizzy and nearly breathless, took deep breaths by the lake, followed the directions given by a cleaning auntie, and sped out amidst the furious shouts of the park attendant.

Finally, they rode through the brightly lit, bustling business district, sharing a bowl of fragrant stinky tofu from a street vendor…

Strolling, eating, strolling, eating.

Her memory card was full, her heart overflowing—the happiness was nearly overwhelming.

“Anywhere else you want to go?” Zhang Shu’s voice carried through the wind from the front.

Sheng Xia leaned against his back, hands tucked in his pockets. "Anywhere.”

Zhang Shu laughed softly and began to sing: “I like following you like this, wherever you take me. Your face, slowly drawing near, tomorrow also slowly, slowly comes into focus—”

Sheng Xia had heard the female version of this song before, sweet and charming. Sung by him, it transformed into something spirited and youthful, yet it didn’t feel the least bit out of place.

“I still haven’t heard you sing properly today,” Sheng Xia said, remembering the seventy-yuan agreement. “And I also want to see you play the drums!”

Perhaps because today had been so enjoyable, she made her requests without hesitation.

But where would they find drums?

Zhang Shu suddenly made a U-turn. “Alright, let’s give it a try.”

After many twists and turns, they returned to the art district they’d visited earlier in the day. The street was now lit up with neon lights, transformed into a bar street.

At the center of the art square, there was a stage sponsored by a karaoke app, fully equipped for passersby to perform. At this moment, a girl was singing. Her skills were average, but she was confident and dazzling, attracting cheers and applause from quite a few onlookers.

After the girl finished singing and left the stage, Zhang Shu looked around. Seeing no one else was ready to go up, he stepped onto the stage.

Was he going to sing here? Sheng Xia thought. But there were no drums here? Still, this was great too.

Whether singing fast or slow songs, Zhang Shu’s voice had one characteristic: it was captivating from the very first line. The crowd of onlookers grew. Some were holding up their phones to film. Only then did Sheng Xia belatedly take out her camera.

“I want to see you, only want to see you, past or future, I just want to see you…”

People in the audience began singing along. Zhang Shu breezed through the high notes effortlessly. The rap part was what he excelled at; his tone perfectly fit for the rhythm.

There was something about his performance; it didn’t feel like a performance. It was as natural as casually singing in a private KTV room, no exaggerated gestures, just his body occasionally moving to the rhythm. He didn’t pay attention to the audience either, his gaze fixed firmly on Sheng Xia.

The full song had two verses, but he only sang one. The audience clamored for more, yet he showed no reluctance to leave. He stepped off the stage and walked towards Sheng Xia.

Sheng Xia was about to put down the camera and hug him when he took her hand holding the camera and raised it. He asked the lens: “Did I sound good, girlfriend?”

Sheng Xia gazed at the screen, drowning in his cocky expression.

Quite a few people were watching them. Sheng Xia grabbed his hand and pulled him through the crowd. Unexpectedly, a middle-aged man with a very punk style chased after them. “Hey, hey, hey, young man, wait a moment!”

Zhang Shu, holding Sheng Xia’s hand, stopped. “Look, the fish took the bait.”

Sheng Xia hadn’t figured out his scheme yet when the middle-aged man caught up to them. He introduced himself: “I’m a manager from the Bana bar up ahead. Handsome, would you be willing to do a night as a guest performer?”

Zhang Shu put on a hesitant expression.

The middle-aged man looked at Sheng Xia. “If you perform well, we could offer a long-term contract.”

Zhang Shu: “Do you have drums?”

Middle-aged man: “Of course! Full live band setup, we got everything!”

“Long-term won’t be necessary,” Zhang Shu said with deliberate nonchalance. “Just prepare a good seat for my girlfriend.”

The middle-aged man hadn’t expected it to be so simple. This young man didn’t even ask about the pay. “Of course, of course! The best food and drinks!”

Just like that, the two followed the middle-aged man to a bar. The bar wasn’t too rowdy, somewhere between a nightclub and a chill lounge. Most guests were chatting or playing cards.

This was Sheng Xia’s first time in a nightlife spot, and her nervousness was plain to see. Zhang Shu gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t panic. This type of bar doesn’t have anything shady.”

Sheng Xia: “How did you know there would be managers lurking around here?”

Zhang Shu: “Seniors from the Haiyan Music Club mentioned it. Was gonna come here to earn some extra cash.”

The bars in the art district were different from nightclubs—regulars frequented them, and long-term resident singers inevitably lost their novelty over time. Talent scouts often loitered around the square.

Sheng Xia: “Why didn’t you, then?”

Zhang Shu: “Because I found other avenues that don’t require dealing with anyone’s crap.”

Sheng Xia wanted to ask more, but the manager came over and took them to their seats, it was right to the side of the stage with an excellent view of the entire band.

Then Zhang Shu was called away. Before leaving, he gave a string of instructions. “Don’t wander off. If you need to go to the restroom, ask a waitress to accompany you.”

Sheng Xia hadn’t even responded when the manager clicked his tongue twice in amusement, then gave his guarantee. "I'll definitely take good care of her! Don't worry, my establishment is right here."

Only then did Zhang Shu head backstage. After a brief preparation, he went on stage with two other band members.

The bassist introduced Zhang Shu as the night's guest performer. Sure enough, many customers applauded, giving him an enthusiastic welcome.

Upbeat music started.

His first song was Mayday’s “Love-ING.”

Sheng Xia: ...

This guy was truly determined to drown her in feelings.

"Love-ing, happy-ing" 

"With you, my heartbeat is out of control"

Accompanying the fast-paced lyrics were even faster-paced drumbeats. His arms swung with the rhythm, shoulders bouncing, chin nodding along to the lyrics, a smile never leaving his lips.

Just from listening, she could almost feel how happy he was.

The bar's atmosphere instantly ignited. Many people jumped up from their seats, singing along while dancing in place as they played games or cards.

The manager shouted to Sheng Xia over the music: "Your boyfriend's got the makings of a real singer! His breathing is so steady while drumming, full of vitality, he must be in great health!"

Maybe it was her imagination, but when he said "in great health," the manager raised his eyebrows with a meaningful, ambiguous glint in his eyes.

Sheng Xia smiled slightly and nodded: "He excels at anything he does."

The manager hardly heard what she said, just chuckled cheerfully, evidently very satisfied.

As the song ended, it was customary for the guest singer to say a few words. Zhang Shu steadied his breathing, was about to speak but suddenly lowered his head and laughed, as if unable to contain a surge of pure, swift joy.

Then he looked up again, holding the microphone, glanced sideways at Sheng Xia, then addressed the audience. "Not much to say. Everyone, have a good time. Happiness is what matters most. And also, being in love... is really very happy."

Then he exchanged a look with the bassist and keyboardist to his left and right. "Next song."

Succinct and to the point. His natural air of command made him seem like a seasoned long-term performer.

Cheers erupted incessantly.

Sheng Xia's heart raced uncontrollably.

Mmm, being in love really is very happy.

In their happiness, neither of them noticed the clock silently ticking towards 11 PM.

The curfew time for Heqing University's women's dormitories.

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