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Hearing the call of Shaw Min, An Shaojie responded immediately. He had heard the conversation outside and rarely contradicted Shaw Min's instructions and arrangements, even more so than Bai Cuifen's words.
"Come with us to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables." Shaw Min took the basket from Jian Ming's hands and shoved it into An Shaojie's hands. Then she turned back and waved to Qinglan, saying, "Lanlan, come on, let's go to the vegetable garden. Tell your Grandma that we will have lunch at our house today."
"Okay." Qinglan nodded happily and quickly ran home to inform Grandma before rushing back to follow Shaw Min and the others.
After lunch, Jian Ming was about to leave, but Bai Cuifen insisted on keeping him. With Shaw Min's nod of approval, Jian Ming complied with Bai Cuifen's wishes and agreed to stay until the next day.
Qinglan took this opportunity to stay at Bai Cuifen's house until after dinner before heading home.
Although An Shaojie had not spoken a word to her, just being able to see him made Qinglan feel content.
The New Year passed quickly, and winter break soon came to an end, but Liu Jiawei still had not returned and there was no news from him.
The only thing that made Qinglan happy was that Jian Ming had arrived, Shaw Min accepted him, and Bai Cuifen also recognized him. Although An Shaojie remained indifferent, his attitude had changed significantly.
Of course, the person who truly liked her sister would eventually win An Shaojie's favor.
However, it seemed that the people of Liu Family Village did not look favorably upon Shaw Min and Jian Ming's relationship. Consequently, some sarcastic remarks began to circulate in Liu Family Village.
"Wanting to climb the social ladder, one should first assess their own situation," someone sneered.
"It's just a child's one-sided wish; the adults haven't even weighed in yet. Can it be taken seriously?" another person analyzed.
"Be more practical; don't aim too high. A girl's youth only lasts a few years. It's best to find someone suitable while young. Don't think too highly of yourself; be realistic," someone kindly reminded.
Regarding the various gossip circulating outside, Shaw Min turned a deaf ear and ignored it all.
In her heart, she held firm convictions that she never shared with others, living steadfastly and calmly.
After the New Year, Shaw Min went to Shenzhen again.
Qinglan and An Shaojie returned to school.
Not long after the semester started, a boy named Zhou Xiaochuan transferred from another department into Qinglan's class.
As soon as Zhou Xiaochuan arrived, he immediately attracted the attention of his classmates, especially the girls. With his cool appearance, aloof demeanor, stylish haircut, and charming eyes, he caused a stir wherever he went among the girls, some of whom were bold enough to scream at him.
At the beginning of the class, he always sat alone far away from the other students. Whether during class or breaks, everyone saw him with his head buried in a book.
People started to feel dissatisfied with him, thinking, "In college, we don't need bookworms."
Initially, the girls who blushed and felt their hearts race when he passed by began to think differently. "I thought he was a cool and fun guy, but it turns out he's just a socially awkward bookworm."
In college, even if a guy is handsome, if he is just a bookworm without any other talents, he will quickly be seen as an uninteresting "vase" by the girls.
Sure enough, not long after, people began to lose interest in him, and he was no longer as popular with the girls as he had been when he first arrived.
At this time, Hu Jiao'er, who had been quietly observing and had not paid him much attention before, had a different opinion from the other girls.
"He just transferred from another major and hasn't studied last semester's courses. Of course, he needs to self-study what we've already learned," Hu Jiao'er defended him when they returned to the Girls' Dormitory.
"Hu Jiao'er, are you starting to like him? But look at him; he's so aloof. How many beautiful girls walk past him without even a glance? He must have an immunity to beauty, so don’t get your hopes up," one girl teased.
"Hmph!" Hu Jiao'er shot back defiantly, "I'm not a beauty either; who knows, he might be interested in someone who isn't."
"Exactly." Through her thin glasses, Jiang Liuying appeared indifferent but firmly agreed with Hu Jiao'er's perspective.
For someone like Jiang Liuying, who always had unique views and thoughts, she supported Hu Jiao'er's unconventional ideas.
"Who says handsome guys must love beautiful girls? There’s a difference between talented men and women versus handsome men and beautiful women. As long as they can portray a romantic love story that makes them inseparable, it can become a classic tale. Perhaps the saying about talented couples will be overturned here by Jiao'er, becoming a classic myth of talented women and handsome men."
Jiang Liuying shook her head, causing the two silk threads attached to her thin gold-framed glasses to sway back and forth, dazzling everyone.
"Hey! I’m telling you, Jiang Liuying, what era are you from? Wearing glasses like that makes you look like an old lady," Hu Jiao'er exclaimed.
Qinglan and Shen Xiaomeng couldn't help but laugh quietly and shifted their gaze to Jiang Liuying.
With her thin gold-framed glasses held by golden strings on both sides, she resembled an elderly lady. Her clothing was conservative yet intriguing.
Every time Qinglan looked at Liuying, she found herself glancing more than once.
Yes, for someone like Jiang Liuying, you have to look closely to appreciate her charm.
No matter what kind of clothes she wore, she was definitely more attractive than those who dressed provocatively—intellectual, elegant, and even possessing a kind of conservative allure that made one want to delve into her inner world.
"Liuying, can you please not wear those glasses? And stop dressing like that all the time?" Shen Xiaomeng chimed in.
Jiang Liuying's style of dress was completely different from Shen Xiaomeng's.
Shen Xiaomeng had a delicate and gentle appearance, always with her long hair cascading down her shoulders, which contrasted sharply with Jiang Liuying's thick and dark waterfall-like hair.
Shen Xiaomeng preferred skirts, adorning herself in a petite and charming manner, often wearing various accessories that made her look soft and endearing.
"What do you know?" Jiang Liuying shot back, causing Shen Xiaomeng to immediately fall silent as she prepared to head to class.
Shen Xiaomeng and Jiang Liuying often had differing opinions and viewpoints, leading to small squabbles. However, after such exchanges, they would quickly return to normal and soon be playfully teasing each other again.
"I'm just concerned about you!" Shen Xiaomeng pouted, using her usual tactic to express her dissatisfaction with Liuying.
"Are you out of your mind? We're talking about Jiao'er here; we should be concerned about her. My outfit is a minor issue; her marriage is a major life event. Why do you always blow minor issues out of proportion while downplaying the important ones?" Liuying said, tapping Shen Xiaomeng on the forehead.
"What?" Hearing Liuying's words, Hu Jiao'er looked confused. "How did my marriage come into this? Were you two just talking about marriage? Am I an outsider who didn't understand what you were saying?"
"Isn't marriage supposed to start from liking someone?" Liuying retorted. "Who was it that just said someone might be interested in someone who's not a beauty?"
Liuying lightly tapped Jiao'er on the head. "Let's go to class, you fools. While marriage is important, right now, attending class is the priority." At that moment, Shen Xiaomeng had already stepped out of the dormitory door and shouted back at the three still arguing inside, "It's time for class! Do you want to be late?" Only then did Qinglan and the others realize it was time for class and hurriedly tidied up their outfits before rushing toward the teaching building.
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