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After returning to the dormitory, Mosen kept reminiscing about the feeling of being with Jiang Liuying, shaking his head in front of the mirror, a look of admiration and joy on his face.
Why is there such a girl who, on her first date with a boy, isn't shy at all?
Moreover, judging by her outfit and bare face, she probably didn't even look in the mirror before heading out!
Such a girl, unlike others who act coyly in front of him, showed not a hint of femininity yet firmly captured his heart.
The other roommates knew that Mosen had a date tonight, so they gathered around when he returned.
"Hey! Mosen, how was the girl?"
Mosen deliberately put on a faint smile. "She's not a girl."
"What? Not a girl? Are you saying you're into guys now?" one roommate asked curiously.
"I have no such preference," Mosen firmly clarified his views on love.
"Then is she a dinosaur?" another roommate guessed.
"Or maybe a T-Rex?" The roommate stared with an even more horrified expression, examining Mosen's face and body as if looking for signs of being beaten up.
Mosen pushed away the roommate who leaned in too close and said, "Go away, you're the T-Rex."
"So what was it like?" The roommates' curiosity was piqued; some stomped their feet, some patted his shoulder, and some shouted. After holding back for a long time, Mosen finally said mysteriously, "It was very nice!"
At the same time, he snapped his fingers crisply at everyone, wearing a smug smile on his face.
"Are you trying to tease us?" His roommate disagreed and insisted he share the details of the date.
The young men in the dorm, known for their mischievous nature, were not going to let Mosen off easily after being toyed with like that. Moreover, as boys from the School of Fine Arts, their greatest passion was curiosity and chasing after beauty. They rushed at Mosen, pushing him onto the bed and demanding he reveal the details of his date.
"Name, gender, age, which college? What major? Photos, etc. Spill it all, or we won't let you go," they insisted.
"Alright, alright." Mosen raised his hands in surrender. "I confess, it's Jiang Liuying, from the Physics Department majoring in Astrophysics."
Before Mosen could finish his sentence, his roommates immediately released him, seemingly losing interest in the topic. "No way? Mosen, from the Physics Department? Come on, you're supposed to be a talented and handsome guy from our School of Fine Arts. I've heard there are hardly any beauties in the Physics Department; your standards can't have dropped this low!"
In the eyes of these Fine Arts students, they believed only girls from the College of Literature, the Music School, and the Foreign Language Institute were worthy of their charming and unconventional demeanor.
Even if there were a few girls in STEM fields who were somewhat attractive, they were seen as rigid, unrefined, lacking any sense of fashion or modernity.
Moreover, studying Astrophysics?
"What kind of girl would be so rigid as to study that?" one roommate sighed dramatically as if he had just experienced a tragic event.
"What’s wrong with the Physics Department? What's wrong with Astrophysics?" This remark seemed to irritate Mosen, igniting his fighting spirit. He felt their prejudice was an insult to his taste.
Thus, Mosen roared: "Those girls from the College of Literature, the Music School, and the Foreign Language Institute—aren't they all heavily made up and utterly common? Have you ever seen a natural beauty? Do you know what it means to be pure and untainted?"
Today, Mosen was ready to stand up for himself. Usually valuing friendship above all else, today he was willing to prioritize love over friendship since they were mocking his goddess.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Mosen suddenly realized that they might not be appropriate.
In the future, he might become the son-in-law of the Physics Department, and if he planned to pursue Jiang Liuying, he would need the help of the girls from the Physics Department and her dormitory.
From Jiang Liuying's confident demeanor tonight, it was clear that she was calm on her first date with a boy, which showed that girls in STEM fields have both high intelligence and emotional intelligence. They are not easy to deal with.
Even if he tried his best to speak eloquently all night, she only spoke a few words throughout the evening. His feelings for her were as obvious as Sima Yi's intentions, clear for all to see.
But what about her feelings for him? Did she like him or not? Did she dislike him or feel indifferent? There was not a single hint conveyed to him.
Thus, he was certain that his pursuit of Jiang Liuying would be a long and arduous journey.
He also knew he couldn't offend the girls from the Physics Department.
So, he quickly changed his tone, "Oh, no, it's not that the lotus grows out of muddy waters untainted; rather, the lotus naturally grows in clear rivers and gentle waves, pure yet not vulgar, elegant yet not seductive."
He had initially prepared to give up his curiosity about the girls from the Physics Department, but after Mosen said this, his roommates' curiosity was piqued again. "What do you mean by growing in clear rivers and gentle waves? Tell us more!"
Mosen waved his hand, "She can only be understood but not expressed in words."
His roommates thought this was just Mosen brushing them off, so they insisted that he treat them to dinner as an apology.
But little did they know that those words were Mosen's most genuine feelings and evaluation of Liuying.
Indeed, in Mosen's heart and eyes, Jiang Liuying is truly a woman who can only be understood but not described. He knows that there is something about her that attracts him, yet he cannot pinpoint what that beauty is.
As for Jiang Liuying, when she returned to the dormitory, Qinglan, Shen Xiaomeng, and Hu Jiao'er were all quietly engaged in their own activities in their respective spaces.
The moment Liuying pushed open the dormitory door, she immediately broke the quiet atmosphere inside.
They had all been waiting silently for this moment.
"Liuying, why did you wash off the makeup I painstakingly applied for you?" Shen Xiaomeng was the first to jump up and demand an explanation.
After returning from self-study and seeing that Liuying had changed out of the outfit she had chosen for her, she guessed that Liuying must have also washed off the makeup.
As expected, Liuying appeared before them with a completely bare face.
"Because I realized before going out that the person in the mirror wasn't me," was her unique response.
"How can it not be you? You're so beautiful," Shen Xiaomeng retorted, unconvinced.
"It's precisely because the person in the mirror was too beautiful that it wasn't the real me. I'm not that beautiful. Presenting a false version of myself to others would be deceiving them," Jiang Liuying argued passionately.
Shen Xiaomeng turned her gaze toward Qinglan and Hu Jiao'er, seeking their agreement. "The process doesn't matter; as long as the result is good," Qinglan finally spoke up. "So how did it turn out, Liuying?"
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