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“Hey, Ling, look at our school’s confession wall.”
Lin Yao opened her phone, showing Qin Ling a photo.
The photo showed Jiang Yichen standing outside the classroom with a pillow.
Qin Ling glanced at it and quickly looked away.
Lin Yao pointed at the photo. “Tsk tsk, kids these days are something else. Bringing a pillow to class to sleep, and right in front of Professor Li, the strictest professor in the whole school! But… this pillow… it looks so similar to the one in your house, Ling Ling.”
Qin Ling focused on her dinner.
Lin Yao continued, “It’s really elegant. I’ve always wanted to buy one just like yours, but I’ve never found one.”
Qin Ling: “I’ll send you the link later.”
“Oh, right, Ling, I brought back that lily flower for you.”
Lin Yao pointed to a corner of the living room.
“……” Qin Ling didn’t know what to say.
“Don’t throw it away! That’s the vase I carefully chose! Don’t you dare throw it away!” Lin Yao emphasized.
……
Back at the dorm:
Zhang Wei: “Wow, Lao Jiang, that photo of you is hilarious.”
Shen An: “Let’s save it and make it into an emoji.”
Zheng Mingcheng: “Send me a copy.”
“……”
Jiang Yichen was speechless.
Who said life doesn’t have many viewers?
Wasn’t life just a bunch of cameras everywhere?
Ignoring his three friends’ boisterous reactions, Jiang Yichen got busy. He first removed the pillowcase from Professor Qin’s pillow, then the sofa cushion…
He went to the balcony to wash them by hand.
Their dorm actually had self-service washing machines on each floor, and they weren’t expensive—five yuan per load.
But Jiang Yichen had once witnessed someone washing socks and underwear with their clothes…
Ever since, he hadn’t dared to use the washing machines in the dorm building.
It was summer, so hand-washing wasn’t too troublesome, but it would be annoying in winter…
“Wash, wash, wash, I wash, wash, wash…”
Jiang Yichen hummed a song as he scrubbed Professor Qin’s pillowcase.
He felt much more relaxed now.
After careful consideration, he concluded that this world was indeed the one from the novel he had read in his past life, but the plot, characters, and everything else were completely different.
[Qin Ling.]
[Twenty-seven years old, blood type O, height 173 cm, weight 53 kg]
[Measurements: 86.5-66.5-90.5]
Jiang Yichen extracted useful information from his memory.
He filtered out things like the second personality, psychotic yandere, etc.
[Likes lilies]
[Favorite pianist is Chopin]
[Favorite type of piano music is nocturnes]
[Dislikes sweets, likes sour things, loves cilantro, likes to drink until slightly tipsy]
[Menstruation is from the 11th to the 17th of each month]
[Usually goes for a morning run from Monday to Friday…]
[…]
Jiang Yichen didn’t know which of these were true or false.
After washing the pillowcase, he hung it on the clothes rack on the balcony.
……
The next day.
Morning.
Six-thirty.
A series of alarm clocks went off in the dorm.
Zhang Wei: “Which idiot set an alarm clock so early?”
Shen An: “So annoying! Who is it? Zhang Dapao, the sound is coming from your computer desk!”
Jiang Yichen was also woken up by the noise. “Who the hell set an alarm clock this early? Are you crazy?!”
As soon as he finished cursing, he sat straight up.
If he remembered correctly, he was the one who set the alarm clock?
Shen An: “Damn it! Zhang Dapao, was it you? The thief shouting ‘catch the thief,’ go turn off the alarm yourself!”
Zhang Wei: “It’s not me! My phone is right here on my pillow.”
Jiang Yichen nervously said: “I’ll go downstairs and turn it off…”
Zhang Wei looked around the dorm, then his gaze fell on Zheng Mingcheng, who was still asleep. “It must be Lao Zheng. This guy woke us all up, and he’s sleeping soundly!”
Shen An: “Okay, okay, stop yelling. Let me sleep a little longer. We can talk later.”
“……”
Jiang Yichen turned off the alarm clock, lay back down, waited ten minutes, then carefully peeked out to make sure everyone was asleep again before quietly getting up.
He put on a black t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers.
At 6:50 AM, Jiang Yichen quietly slipped out of the dorm.
There were quite a few people exercising on the track at this time.
Jiang Yichen immediately spotted Qin Ling’s graceful figure.
Professor Qin was also dressed in black: a white sports bra, a lacy black jacket, and black sports pants.
She had a towel around her neck.
Jiang Yichen was about to run over to greet her, but a guy who looked even more flamboyant, with hair that seemed to be coated in hairspray, ran up to Professor Qin…
The guy excitedly approached Qin Ling. “Professor Qin, I’m a piano student in my third year. I’m having some trouble with my studies. Can I add you on WeChat and ask you some questions?”
Qin Ling didn’t even bother to reply.
The guy kept running alongside her.
Jiang Yichen rolled his eyes at the guy’s attempt. Academic problems? What was his major professor doing? Why not ask his major professor, but insist on adding Qin Ling on WeChat?
Was he really asking questions?
I’m not even going to bother pointing it out!
Jiang Yichen quickly ran up to them. “Hey, Professor Qin? You’re doing morning runs too?”
Qin Ling glanced at him.
Jiang Yichen: “Professor Qin, I have some academic problems. Can I add you on WeChat and ask you some questions?”
Qin Ling: “Sure.”
The third-year senior was shocked. He thought Jiang Yichen was just like him, trying to butter her up, but the results were completely different.
What? How come!?
Third-year senior: “Professor Qin, I also have questions to ask.”
Qin Ling: “Go ask your major professor.”
Third-year senior: “But why can he…”
Qin Ling: “He’s my student.”
“……”
Hearing this, the third-year senior ran away dejectedly.
Jiang Yichen immediately pulled out his phone, showing his WeChat QR code. “Professor Qin, scan my code.”
Qin Ling: “Wait a minute.”
Jiang Yichen: “Okay.”
Jiang Yichen ran alongside Qin Ling.
Lap after lap, lap after lap…
“Professor… Professor… Professor Qin, how many more laps?” Jiang Yichen felt like his grandma was beckoning him.
The amount of exercise he did this short morning was more than he had done in the past week.
“Shut up.” Qin Ling said.
Speaking while running was easy to cause breathing problems.
“Oh…” Jiang Yichen continued to run.
She yelled at him again…
Just as he was about to sigh, he saw Qin Ling hold up one finger.
Jiang Yichen understood immediately. That meant one more lap.
Professor Qin had her hair in a high ponytail, which looked very youthful and energetic as she ran…
Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her alluring lips moved slightly.
“Watch the road.”
Qin Ling reminded him.
“Huh?” Jiang Yichen didn’t hear clearly.
As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Yichen saw Professor Qin extend her delicate hand and pull his arm.
Jiang Yichen cooperatively fell into her arms, and his arms naturally wrapped around her waist.
So thin…
Professor Qin’s waist-to-hip ratio was perfect.
Before he could savor the moment, Qin Ling pushed him away. “I told you to watch the road! Why are you looking at me instead of the road while running!”
Jiang Yichen belatedly looked ahead and saw a girl tying her shoelaces looking back at him…