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"Are you from the Design School?" he suddenly asked.
"Huh?" I was taken aback and looked up. "Yes, I'm studying Environmental Design."
"I saw you with your design drafts the other day," he explained, his tone flat, revealing no emotion.
"Oh, right," I realized. "There's a course project that's quite urgent, so I've been staying up late. That's why I was in such a rush this morning."
"Design is tough," he said.
"It's... it's not too bad. If you enjoy it, it doesn't feel like work," I replied with a shy smile.
The coffee arrived, and the steam blurred his handsome features. We chatted casually, moving from our majors to school clubs and then to recently released movies. I was surprised to find that Shen Yizhou was not as aloof as the rumors suggested. He didn't talk much, but his logic was clear, and occasionally he would throw in a line of dry humor that made me laugh out loud.
Talking to him was comfortable, and before I knew it, an hour had passed.
"It's getting late; I should head back," I said, glancing at my watch, feeling a bit reluctant to leave.
"Alright," he nodded and stood up. "I'll take the shirt; thank you."
"You're welcome! No need to thank me; I should be thanking you for giving me the chance to make it up," I quickly waved my hands.
We walked out of the café together and parted ways at the school gate. The setting sun stretched our shadows long.
"Lin Xi," he suddenly called out to me.
I turned back. "Hmm?"
He looked at me, his gaze softening in the evening light. "In the future... watch where you're walking."
My face warmed, and I nodded. "Got it."
As I watched him turn and walk away, holding my now-empty coffee cup, an inexplicable sweet feeling filled my heart. Perhaps this "disaster" wasn't so bad after all?
After that café "compensation" incident, I thought my interactions with Shen Yizhou would end there. He was a lofty Academic Genius and Chairman, while I was just an ordinary design student buried in sketches—two parallel lines destined never to meet.
However, fate seemed particularly fond of playing tricks.
A week later, the school announced a cross-disciplinary "Campus Innovation Practice Project Competition," encouraging students from different majors to team up. Our design department's counselor promoted it vigorously during class and hinted that the competition held significant value; winning teams would not only receive generous prizes but also gain extra points for graduate school applications.
I felt a spark of interest. My academic performance was decent, but I lacked practical project experience. Participating in this competition would undoubtedly be a great opportunity to enhance my resume.
But forming a team posed a problem. The Design School excelled in creativity and visual presentation, but executing projects often required technical support—like programming, modeling, or market analysis. Where could I find such a versatile teammate?
Su Meng was quite proactive, dragging me to post on the School Forum to recruit teammates. The title was eye-catching: “Designer Expert to Lead! Seeking Tech/Business Gurus to Create Brilliance Together! Prize to be Shared, Honor to be Shared!”
Two days after posting, the responses were few and far between. Either the applicants didn't match our fields of expertise, or their ideas didn't align with ours. As the deadline for applications drew closer, I was starting to feel like giving up.
That evening, I was sketching design ideas in the library when my phone suddenly vibrated. It was a message from an unfamiliar number: “I’m Shen Yizhou. I’m a bit interested in your innovative project. Can we chat?”
I stared at the message, thinking I must be seeing things. Shen Yizhou? He was interested in my project? I quickly replied, “Sure! Where are you, senior?”
“Third floor of the library, by the window.”
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