DLSRWAR Chapter 15 His wife really did seem like his wife.

After leaving the office, Yang Mao eagerly ran up to Qin Yumian, asking, “Sports rep, how did you meet Xue Qingxing?”

As far as he knew, Xue Qingxing was a student from the advanced class, one of the top achievers. So how did their sports rep, who often ranked at the bottom, come to know someone like that?

Qin Yumian glanced at the quiet, delicate boy who was following them. “We met on the bus.”

Xue Qingxing lived on Yongshui Street, which was next to Xinghua Street, so they often ran into each other on the bus home.

One time, the boy had felt a bit carsick on the bus, and Qin Yumian had noticed, giving up her seat for him. After that, they started talking occasionally.

Yang Mao marveled, “Who would’ve thought that a simple fight could drag so many people into it?”

It wasn’t just Xu Lili who bullied Xue Qingxing. Earlier in the office, Qin Yumian had named several others involved. Among them were two students from the advanced class.

“I always thought the advanced class was full of excellent students, but I guess they can be bullies too.”

Xue Qingxing hung his head, looking downcast. His soft curls only made him seem more fragile.

Qin Yumian paused, turned around, and ruffled the boy’s hair. The smile playing at the corners of her eyes was unmistakable. “The advanced class is in another building.”

The boy’s face instantly flushed, and he shyly glanced up at Qin Yumian, his voice barely audible. “Thank you.”

Hearing this, Yang Mao slung an arm around Xue Qingxing’s shoulders in a show of camaraderie. “We might not be the best at studying, but we’re good people. If you ever need anything, just come find us in Class 4.”

Xue Qingxing stiffened, clearly unused to such close contact, as if he had turned to stone.

Qin Yumian lightly slapped Yang Mao’s hand, signaling him to back off.

Reluctantly, Yang Mao withdrew his arm and stepped aside.

Qin Yumian then said to Xue Qingxing, “You should head back to class.”

“Okay.” Xue Qingxing obediently said his goodbyes and left.

Hao Jiajia sidled up to Qin Yumian with a teasing grin. “Sports rep, so this is the type you like, huh?”

Hearing Hao Jiajia mention the word “like”, Ye Hancheng immediately perked up, pretending to be nonchalant as he eavesdropped on their conversation.

Before Qin Yumian could respond, Zhao Qian cut in, “No way the sports rep would like someone like that!”

Hao Jiajia, aware of Zhao Qian’s little crush on the sports rep, teased, “If the sports rep doesn’t like someone like Xue Qingxing, does that mean she likes someone like you?”

Zhao Qian’s face turned red in an instant. Flustered and a bit embarrassed, he stammered, “How… how would I know what type of guy the sports rep likes?”

His question was a thinly veiled attempt to find out what Qin Yumian’s ideal type was.

Hao Jiajia, playing along, asked, “So, sports rep, what kind of guy do you like?”

Ye Hancheng and Zhao Qian both focused intently on Qin Yumian’s lips, which were as delicate as peach blossoms, eagerly awaiting her answer.

Ye Hancheng thought to himself, She must like someone like me.

After all, in his previous life, his wife had liked him so much that she couldn’t live without him.

Qin Yumian pondered for a few seconds before replying earnestly, “I like someone who’s frugal and good at managing a household.”

Frugal and good at managing a household?

Ye Hancheng quickly assessed himself. After their marriage, he had worked hard and became a well-known figure in the entertainment industry, earning the title of “Little President Ye”. Yet, he only kept a monthly allowance of 300 yuan for himself—surely that counted as being frugal, right? As for managing a household… Well, he never let his wife do any housework; he even bathed their smelly dog himself, so that probably counted too, right?

Being teenagers, the conversation naturally turned to discussing ideal types, and everyone started sharing their preferences.

After their united front just now, Yang Mao considered himself and Ye Hancheng to be comrades-in-arms. He casually asked, “Brother Han, what’s your ideal type?”

Ye Hancheng thought back to the personality of his little wife from his past life. “I like someone who’s gentle, delicate, loves to act spoiled, smiles sweetly, and is a bit of a crybaby.”

There was a hint of nostalgia in the young man’s eyes, as if the ideal type he described was someone real.

Hao Jiajia looked puzzled. “That doesn’t seem to match with the sports rep at all.”

But it was clear to anyone with eyes that Ye Hancheng had feelings for Qin Yumian.

From the young man’s behavior, it was also obvious that he was pursuing her.

Yet the type of girl Ye Hancheng liked seemed to have nothing in common with Qin Yumian at all…

Qin Yumian glanced at her. “Why should I match with anyone?”

Hao Jiajia hesitated. “Well, it’s because Brother Han, he…”

Realizing that Ye Hancheng hadn’t explicitly said he was pursuing Qin Yumian, Hao Jiajia stopped herself from saying more.

Qin Yumian sensed something but chose not to press further.

Ye Hancheng, however, was deep in thought after hearing that his ideal type didn’t match Qin Yumian.

He did like the gentle, delicate type—a little wife who was beautiful, kind-hearted, and always clinging to him, acting spoiled. In his previous life, his wife had been just like that.

But now…

Ye Hancheng glanced at the girl walking ahead of him, a slight frown creasing his forehead.

She seemed like his wife, but at the same time, she didn’t.

The name and appearance matched, but the personality didn’t.

Seven years ago, his wife had been wild and knew how to fight. Seven years later, she was soft and delicate.

Ye Hancheng sighed deeply. Which one is the real her?

…

During evening self-study, Qin Yumian didn’t go back to Xinghua Street.

The main reason was that by the time evening self-study ended, the buses to Xinghua Street had stopped running.

Luckily, No. 2 High School had built dormitories for the students, with at least six students per room. Qin Yumian and Hao Jiajia shared a dormitory.

As Qin Yumian returned from her shower, Hao Jiajia stood at the door with a thermos in hand and called out, “Sports rep, are you going to get hot water?”

No. 2 High School only supplied hot water until eleven at night, so the students would usually fill their thermoses in advance.

“Let’s go,” Qin Yumian replied, picking up her own thermos.

When they arrived at the hot water room, a long line had already formed inside.

Hao Jiajia craned her neck to look ahead. “So many people… By the time it’s our turn, the water will probably be lukewarm.”

Some students would fill their thermoses before evening self-study and leave them in the hot water room, but by the time they returned, the hot water would mysteriously disappear.

After this happened several times, everyone started waiting until after evening self-study to fill their thermoses.

Sure enough, just as Hao Jiajia predicted, by the time they reached the front of the line, the water wasn’t as hot anymore.

Hao Jiajia grumbled, “Our school is so stingy. Can’t they install a few more water heaters?”

The dormitory housed hundreds of students, yet there were only three water heaters. During the summer, it wasn’t a big deal since there weren’t many reasons to use hot water, but in the winter, hot water was essential for everything—from washing your face to soaking your feet.

“No. 1 High School is so much better…”

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