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That night, Qinglan clearly remembered that throughout the snowball fight, Xu Wen never targeted her. He was not on the same side as Qinglan, yet his snowballs continuously landed on others around her, never once hitting her directly. Even when Qinglan stood next to others, his snowballs flew over and always landed on someone else, never mistakenly hitting her.
During the snowball fight, a girl suddenly stirred up the situation, saying, "Hey, handsome! This is too much! I've been playing with your wife for so long, and look at this!"
The girl tugged at her clothes and flicked her hair, complaining loudly, "All your snowballs are hitting me! Not a single snowflake has touched your wife. Is this fair? It's good for a man to care for his wife, but not like this! This kind of care makes it hard for her to enjoy the game!"
The girl rambled on until Xu Wen bowed in apology before she finally stopped.
However, Qinglan could only smile awkwardly while feeling warm inside.
Later, after they got tired of playing, they took out some snacks and sat in the snow to eat. They invited Qinglan to join them, and several people gathered together chatting and laughing. It was then that Qinglan and Xu Wen learned that these individuals were all seniors about to graduate. Their conversations were mature and confident, causing Qinglan and Xu Wen to exchange surprised glances.
They referred to their significant others as husband and wife, so they addressed Qinglan and Xu Wen in the same manner.
When they found out that Qinglan and Xu Wen were freshmen, they couldn't help but reminisce about their own aspirations and desires for love when they first entered school.
"But now, everything feels like smoke; ideals have become distant fantasies, and the passionate love we once vowed has long since drifted away to a gentle and prosperous place."
A boy raised a can of beer high, embodying the spirit of inviting the moon with wine, his eyes filled with sorrow akin to Li Bai's tears.
They all envied Qinglan and Xu Wen for being fresh newcomers.
"Youth is the most beautiful period of life, and innocence is the most beautiful phase of youth. We no longer have that innocence. Once we laughed at ourselves or others for feeling awkward standing on stage for the first time, blushing and heart racing. But now we can't even muster that kind of demeanor; even if we wanted to pretend, we couldn't replicate that innocent feeling."
Sitting in the corner, Qinglan lowered her head, filled with admiration for their boldness and sorrowful words.
In their eyes, she resembled a youthful plum, right in the prime of her beautiful and innocent youth.
Just moments ago, a girl had patted Qinglan on the shoulder, saying, "Little sister, enjoy this time well; it's the period when holding hands makes you blush and everything feels secretive."
Then she turned to Xu Wen and said, "Handsome guy, if you see a blushing girl in the future, don't laugh at her. Those girls are pure-hearted. For us, like me, we won't have the chance to blush and feel our hearts race anymore. Really."
The girl was somewhat excited and a bit sad, her voice choked with emotion. If one could see her, her eyes would surely be red.
In the end, she emphasized the word "really," stressing it further.
When Qinglan and Xu Wen left them, the campus was almost silent. After all, it was a snowy night and nearing the end of the semester; everyone had locked themselves in their warm dorms, with only faint sounds of laughter from that group of people drifting from afar.
Back in the dormitory, Hu Jiao'er, Shen Xiaomeng, and Jiang Liuying were all present. Jiang Liuying sat at her computer with a cup of fragrant milk tea in hand. Upon seeing Qinglan return, she merely rolled her eyes slightly from behind her glasses before immersing herself back into her own world. The internet had just started to gain popularity, and Tencent QQ was beginning to enter college students' lives; going online had become one of the main leisure activities outside of studying.
Liuying was one of the early adopters of the internet trend. Coming from a good family background, she was among the first to buy a personal computer when it became common in university dorms. She dedicated almost all her spare time to it. She enjoyed browsing various forums, reading gossip online, chatting in chat rooms, or using QQ to chat. Liuying loved chatting online through QQ. She said that talking to people on the internet meant not worrying about saying something wrong since no one knew each other; if the conversation went well, great; if not, just delete it. Encouraged by her enthusiasm, Qinglan, Shen Xiaomeng, and Hu Jiao'er all asked her to help them apply for a QQ account. However, aside from occasionally logging into QQ on her computer or at nearby internet cafes, they rarely had opportunities to chat online. Only Jiang Liuying seemed to be a true QQ expert of the new era.
As for Hu Jiao'er and Shen Xiaomeng...
Hu Jiao'er was lying in bed eating while listening to English listening exercises through headphones; this was her nightly routine. Upon seeing Qinglan, she glanced over silently.
Shen Xiaomeng was sitting at her desk propped up on her chin, delicately reading a book. Sad romance novels were her favorite; her eyes were often red from emotion as she sipped on steaming hot tea that had gone cold multiple times.
She almost never has time to drink a cup of tea, completely immersed in the sad stories. When Qinglan returns, it hardly disturbs her; perhaps tomorrow morning when she wakes up, her first words will be a loud exclamation, "Lanlan, when did you come back last night? How come I didn't see you? I thought you wouldn't return last night!"
Her dramatic outburst has become a norm for everyone. Qinglan always calmly replies, "I was probably already asleep by the time you went to bed."
Listening to their conversation, Hu Jiao'er can't help but laugh heartily. Jiang Liuying wears an expression of indifference, a faint smile on her face as if mocking these lively characters.
The next day, before the first class starts, Qinglan walks up to An Shaojie.
She stands in front of him.
This is the first time since entering university that Qinglan directly approaches him and looks at him.
An Shaojie treats her as if she were invisible, still keeping his head down to read, not even lifting his eyelids.
His deskmate can't stand it any longer and nudges him, "Class Leader, the Youth League Secretary is looking for you."
"Speak if you have something to say." His cold voice still doesn't raise his eyes. To this day, the classmates do not understand why An Shaojie and Qinglan, both from the same place—one being the class leader and the other the Youth League Secretary—one a handsome boy and the other a beautiful girl, are like oil and water. The classmates have long had various speculations.
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