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Since Qinglan and An Shaojie got together, Xu Wen has always been someone who knows how to avoid misunderstandings. However, this time it was indeed because Qinglan had skipped classes for too long, and during the third year, almost all of the Professional Courses were crucial. As a Physics Major, there was no room for carelessness in any of the Professional Courses. The students attending classes were struggling hard, worried that they wouldn't be able to graduate by the end of the semester. Moreover, with such a long absence, there were many lessons missed.
Most importantly, for Professional Courses like Astrophysics, if the earlier chapters were not understood, it would be nearly impossible to grasp the later content.
So Xu Wen was somewhat worried about Qinglan.
Her grades have always been excellent, consistently ranking among the top in her class, and she almost always received scholarships each semester, making many boys envious. She was strong-willed and certainly wouldn’t want her grades to suddenly drop at the end of this semester.
Thus, Xu Wen advised her, "Make sure to review the chapters you missed; otherwise, you won't be able to keep up with the upcoming lessons."
"Okay." Qinglan gratefully agreed to Xu Wen while also understanding Xu Wen's current way of keeping her distance. But she knew that Xu Wen still cared about her.
Due to time constraints, after class, Qinglan took Xu Wen's notebook back to her rented room to study.
Unexpectedly, An Shaojie saw her and coldly asked, "Whose notebook is that?"
"Xu Wen's," Qinglan honestly replied.
"He gave it to me himself." Seeing An Shaojie's already dark expression, Qinglan hurriedly added more information.
Before Qinglan could finish her sentence, she heard a loud "smack," and something flew far away in front of her.
Then came a deafening roar, "What’s the difference between what he gave you and what you asked him for?"
At the same time, a sharp slap landed on Qinglan's face. "You just love being close to so many boys; you can't stay away from men for even a moment."
"You..." Qinglan held her burning face as tears of grievance streamed down.
An Shaojie stormed off into the vast night.
At the campus entrance.
An Shaojie hurriedly walked into the school with his head down, feeling flustered, when he unexpectedly bumped into someone.
"Oh my gosh! How do you walk, classmate?" a melodious female voice exclaimed, and at the same time, the items the girl was holding scattered all over the ground.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," An Shaojie repeatedly apologized.
Even though he was upset, having bumped into a girl, An Shaojie still managed to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor. He immediately crouched down to help her pick up the things on the floor.
"An Shaojie!" another surprised shout rang out.
An Shaojie looked up in astonishment and said, "Oh, it's you?!"
"What a coincidence!" Su Hailu exclaimed dramatically, her expression exaggerated as she laughed. She extended her delicate hand and said, "Hello, An Shaojie, a top student from the Physics Department and a handsome guy. Oh! No, it’s more fitting to describe you as cool."
Su Hailu elegantly gazed at An Shaojie with a smile while gracefully adjusting her wavy long hair with her other hand.
An Shaojie felt uncomfortable with Su Hailu's formalities, but since her hand was still extended in front of him, he had no choice but to adapt to her sociable etiquette and shook her hand.
"Wow, An Shaojie, why is your hand so warm?" Her exclamation was quite dramatic.
In one moment she appeared as a competent socialite from high society, and in the next moment, Su Hailu revealed a naive and innocent student side that brought An Shaojie back to face a straightforward and vibrant female college student.
An Shaojie shyly smiled and said, "I guess it's because I was walking quickly just now."
His response seemed a bit too straightforward!
This only made Su Hailu laugh even harder. "An Shaojie, don’t you feel that my hand is warmer than yours?"
"No... I don't feel it," An Shaojie stammered, feeling somewhat embarrassed by Su Hailu's laughter.
Su Hailu smiled even more brightly, "You've never held a girl's hand? You're this nervous just from shaking hands, and you haven't felt anything yet?"
Thinking about it, he really had never held any girl's hand.
Lanlan,
Oh! Qinglan.
Oh! Her.
He had never even held her hand.
He lowered his head, not daring to look her in the eyes.
His answer was indeed the truth.
"No way, such a cool handsome guy has never held a girl's hand?" Su Hailu said, half in disbelief.
He answered again with certainty.
"That girl Qinglan is so amazing, and she hasn't even let you touch her hand yet?" Su Hailu seemed a bit skeptical.
When it came to Qinglan, An Shaojie fell silent.
He hadn't held her hand; he didn't want to hold her hand, nor was he willing to hold her hand.
But he had gotten her; he wanted her. He had already resolved his resentment. Why would he need to hold her hand? Besides, he had never thought about holding her hand in the first place.
Moreover, she had been close with so many boys; who knew if she had held hands with them?
"No, Holding Hands, growing old together."
Can he grow old with her? If they cannot grow old together, why hold hands?
But if she does not grow old with him, who will she grow old with?
Thinking about her holding hands with someone else and growing old with others, his heart tightened in pain.
"I... I have something to do, so I'll leave first..." An Shaojie turned and walked away.
Watching his retreating figure, Su Hailu shook her head in disbelief and smiled, "It's rare to see such a pure-hearted young man. After dating for so long, he hasn't even held his girlfriend's hand."
At the same time, Su Hailu looked at her palm, as if An Shaojie's cold hand still lingered there.
His hand was as cold as iron, and he didn't even realize it.
What kind of boy is he? Through Lin Xi, she had interacted with him several times, yet Su Hailu could never see through him. She usually prided herself on her ability to read people; no matter who appeared before her, she would have some understanding of them. But with An Shaojie, she couldn't be sure.
Sometimes she felt he was foolishly innocent and obedient, while other times she sensed a rebellious and wild spirit within him.
After saying goodbye to Su Hailu, An Shaojie went straight back to his dormitory.
After An Shaojie left, Qinglan cried heartily alone in her rented room. Afterward, she tried to review Xu Wen's notebook for a while while waiting for An Shaojie to return. However, when it was past nine o'clock and he still hadn't come back, according to their usual agreement, they would return to the dormitory after ten. Since she couldn't wait for him, Qinglan decided to go back to school.
As soon as she returned to the dormitory, she saw Jiang Liuying and Hu Jiao'er gathered around Shen Xiaomeng, who was tearfully downcast. "What's wrong?" Qinglan asked as she put down the book in her hands and approached them.
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