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The Boys’ Dormitory was unusually quiet that weekend.
Saturday morning.
Jiang Yichen woke up to find the entire dorm empty except for himself.
Zhang Wei, for some reason, had declared he couldn’t remain so listless and had gone to the gym last night.
Shen An had gone out with his girlfriends early that morning.
Zheng Mingcheng had also left early to meet his online girlfriend.
Jiang Yichen groggily got out of bed, went to the balcony, and washed up.
He then returned to his computer desk, checking the download numbers for his song.
He had used the school’s recording studio yesterday to record the song and uploaded it to various music websites last night.
And today… so far…
Jiang Yichen glanced at the time, [10:53].
The three major mainstream music websites—Wangyiyun, KuGou, and QQ Music—showed 80,000 plays, 100,000 plays, and 150,000 plays respectively.
Jiang Yichen pulled out his calculator and did the math.
One was 96,000, one was 120,000, and one was 180,000.
Adding them up, it was 396,000.
Jiang Yichen stroked his chin. This was within his expectations.
After all, he hadn’t promoted it, he didn’t have any fans, and there were tons of cover versions on short-video platforms…
Non-profit covers didn’t constitute infringement.
“Let’s wait two more days and see.”
Jiang Yichen guessed that many people hadn’t noticed he’d uploaded the song.
If he had uploaded the song to major music websites on the night of the freshman welcome party, he would have at least tens of millions of plays by now.
Two days later, if it still didn’t improve…
Then he would have to find another way.
Find a program similar to “The Voice,” and compete to get free promotion.
…
Xiangyao Residential Area.
Noon.
Qin Ling woke up in pain.
The midday sun shone on her frowning face.
Last night, she hadn’t been able to resist. Thinking it was the weekend and her stomach didn’t hurt anymore, she poured herself some wine at home.
She had no problems after drinking last night.
But now…
Qin Ling could only clutch her stomach, her body curled up under the covers, her knees pressed against her chest. Only this position could ease the pain slightly…
After an unknown amount of time, as the pain gradually subsided, Qin Ling felt as if she had been fished out of water.
Many strands of hair clung to her white forehead.
Lifting the covers, she saw a wet patch on the bedsheets from sweat.
Qin Ling went to the bathroom and took a shower.
After coming out, she went to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of hot water.
She sipped the hot water while rubbing her stomach with one hand.
[Lin Yao: Lingling, does your stomach still hurt? Should I make you some more brown sugar ginger tea?]
[Qin Ling: No.]
[Lin Yao: Okay, shall we meet tonight?]
[Qin Ling: Okay.]
Qin Ling sipped the tasteless boiled water, suddenly missing the taste of the brown sugar ginger tea Jiang Yichen made.
The slight ginger spiciness mixed with the sweetness… a unique flavor.
If he opened a shop, it would definitely be popular. She would definitely buy it then.
Ding-dong—
A warning popped up on her phone screen.
Qin Ling clicked on it, and the Faculty Apartments appeared on her phone screen.
Jiang Yichen was carrying ginger and brown sugar, walking into her apartment again.
Unlike the previous two times.
This time, Jiang Yichen was squatting at the entrance, looking at the shoe rack again and again.
He picked up her slippers and put them down, as if hesitating whether to wear them.
Qin Ling was speechless.
The previous two times, when she was at home, he had walked directly into the kitchen without wearing slippers in front of her.
Now that she wasn’t in the apartment, he was actually hesitating whether to wear slippers?
After waiting for two minutes.
Jiang Yichen made up his mind. He didn’t wear slippers, but he took off his shoes and placed them on the shoe rack, and walked into the kitchen wearing only socks…
The ultra-high-definition hidden surveillance camera captured Jiang Yichen’s every move, which appeared on Qin Ling’s phone screen.
“Qin Ling, you don’t understand love~ A glacial heart, waiting for whom to melt~ “
“Qin Ling, you don’t understand love~ A cold moon’s shadow, waiting for whom to pick~ “
“Fahai, you don’t understand love~ Leifeng Pagoda will fall down~ “
“Fahai, you don’t understand love~ Qin Ling, you don’t understand love~ “
“… “
Jiang Yichen let out his voice, chopping ginger while happily singing.
It was so much more comfortable being alone.
He sang with more and more enthusiasm, repeatedly singing this impromptu adaptation of “Qin Ling, You Don’t Understand Love.”
Thousands of miles away.
Qin Ling’s face darkened.
Who doesn’t understand love?
Her?
And a glacial heart waiting for whom to melt, a cold moon’s shadow waiting for whom to pick. His lyrics were quite good, but unfortunately, he used them in the wrong place.
Qin Ling immediately called Jiang Yichen.
“Hello, Professor Qin, what’s up?”
“Where are you?”
“In your apartment’s kitchen…” Jiang Yichen answered truthfully.
“Then what? What are you doing?”
“Making brown sugar ginger tea…” Jiang Yichen didn’t understand why Qin Ling was making this check-up call, “Professor Qin, didn’t I tell you the other day?”
“Then what?”
“Then nothing…” Jiang Yichen felt a little bewildered.
“Think before you speak.” Qin Ling’s tone dropped.
“… ” Jiang Yichen felt a prickle down his spine. Based on his current understanding of Qin Ling, firstly, she wouldn’t make a call for no reason, and she wouldn’t say “Think before you speak” for no reason.
In a short moment, Jiang Yichen seemed to realize something.
Could it be!?
Jiang Yichen put down his phone and looked around.
“Professor Qin, I… that… I just freestyled a bit…” Jiang Yichen explained.
“Continue.”
“… ” Jiang Yichen was now 100% sure that Professor Qin must have installed surveillance cameras in the room!
“Professor Qin, I’m sorry.” Jiang Yichen apologized. It wasn’t the first time he’d apologized… practice makes perfect.
“You like the Legend of the White Snake very much?” Qin Ling asked.
“Not really, I’ve only watched it a few times…” Jiang Yichen explained.
“I’ll assign you some homework. Watch it again and write an 800-word review for me.”
“What!?” Jiang Yichen exclaimed: “Professor Qin, say that again, I didn’t hear clearly.”
“One thousand words.”
“No, wait, why did you double it?”
“Twelve hundred words.”
“… ” Jiang Yichen wisely shut his mouth. Damn, it’s super-doubled.
Twelve hundred words?
Other people’s college entrance exams are only eight hundred words!
“Professor Qin, you don’t teach music…”
“Hmm?”
“Nothing, I was just asking… so, when’s the deadline?”
“Before class next week.”
“No, that’s only two days! Twelve hundred words? Can I… submit it electronically?”
“No.” Qin Ling replied; “I’ll give you two weeks. Submit 600 words before class on Monday, and another 600 words before class the following Monday.”
“…Okay, Professor Qin.” Jiang Yichen said each word slowly.
“Also, don’t leave yet, I’ll be right there.”
“What? You’re coming? Why are you coming?”
“Damn! Hanging up on me!” Jiang Yichen was furious. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something.
Immediately, a WeChat message from Professor Qin popped up on his phone screen.
[Three weeks, eighteen hundred words.]
“I…” Jiang Yichen glanced around, then smiled and replied: [Okay.]