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The dorm room was sparse and slightly messy. Nie Qiuyuan stood in the center of the room, surveying his surroundings.
He seemed to be absorbing and integrating the memories in his mind. In truth, even without those memories, he would have been familiar with this place, thanks to his instinctive ability to reason through everything—a professional habit of his.
I remained still, watching as he picked up an electric kettle, filled it with water, placed it on its base, and pressed the power switch.
"How fascinating..." he murmured.
I had initially thought that returning to the Twenty-First Century and meeting Nie Qiuyuan would mean I had so much to teach him. However, I had already covered most of the basic knowledge during our time in the past. Yet, experiencing things firsthand was still different.
Nie Qiuyuan found a pair of cups. He first held one with his right hand but then frowned and switched it to his left.
"Something feels off," Qiu said to me. "Why do both hands suddenly feel awkward?"
It dawned on me that Nie Qiuyuan was right-handed, while Zhang Yang was a typical left-handed person.
When I traveled back to ancient times, Ye Liuhui had left me a set of whiteboards, allowing me to reformat my entire body using my own mind and spirit. Overall, that body was quite functional. But Nie Qiuyuan's situation was different; although Zhang Yang's consciousness was gone, his memories remained. If memories persisted, then muscle memory would be particularly strong as well. Therefore, controlling this body would undoubtedly be more challenging for Nie Qiuyuan than it had been for me in my previous life.
For instance, both had undergone formal survival and physical training, but their methods were entirely different. In a crisis situation, due to their differing training backgrounds, their instinctive reactions would also vary—one might instinctively drop and roll while the other might leap upward. Thus, in dangerous moments, Nie Qiuyuan's responses could very well become ineffective due to this conflict.
This kind of conflict could potentially render both individuals' extraordinary physical capabilities completely useless. This was something Teacher Zhang probably never anticipated.
After frowning in thought for a while, Nie Qiuyuan's brow gradually relaxed, and a smile began to creep into the corners of his eyes.
"Zhenzhen. Don't worry. I won't waste this opportunity; I'll be twice as strong as before!"
I sighed helplessly. Foolish boy; it was clear that this wouldn't be an easy task in this brand new world. It seemed I had landed straight into hard mode.
"Zhenzhen. Why do I feel like something is off?" After a moment, Nie Qiuyuan asked me another perplexing question.
"You can't expect me to know what's wrong without any specific feelings!" Frustration piled up as I felt increasingly chaotic inside. He was new here, and I couldn't afford to lose my temper, which only made me feel more stifled.
"It's that kind of feeling—my heart races a bit, I'm restless, and there's something particularly strange, like I want to hold something in my mouth; otherwise, it just feels off. I've never felt this way before."
After thinking for a moment, I grabbed his backpack, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one out, and stuffed it into his mouth before lighting it.
Nie Qiuyuan took a puff with a surprisingly practiced motion, and the cigarette was lit.
We sat in silence for a while, exchanging glances until we both sighed at the same time. Autumn held the cigarette with perfect posture, took it from his lips, glanced at it, and then expertly extinguished it in the ashtray on the table.
"It's not a good thing; you should quit while you still don't understand," I said.
Autumn raised an eyebrow. "It feels... somewhat nice. If you don't like it, I'll just give it a try."
It seemed like a new beginning, but it wasn't as fiery or beautiful as I had hoped; instead, it started off quite sadly. A sense of confusion washed over me—life seemed unpredictable. No matter how you design it, it won't necessarily unfold that way. So here, would fate follow the path we agreed upon in our past lives and move forward smoothly?
Everything suddenly felt unknown.
I suddenly sensed a warm breath nearby; it was Zhang Yang—no, Nie Qiuyuan—who had stepped close to me. He paused for a moment before reaching out and pulling me into his embrace.
"Zhenzhen, no matter what happens, being here with you and holding you makes me so happy—happier than anything else."
Yes, I felt the same way, but...
He gently caressed my cheek. We locked eyes for a moment before he leaned in to seek my lips.
Instinctively, I tilted my head away to avoid him.
"I'm sorry, I can't do this right now..."
I spoke the truth. This face, these eyes, this body—how could I possibly be intimate with you when it all belongs to Teacher Zhang?
The person in front of me looked utterly defeated. Suddenly, he turned around briskly, found a chair, and slumped down into it.
"Do you think I want this? Do you know why this is the worst outcome? Just thinking about this body holding you close, being intimate with you—I can't stand it! I'm just that selfish! Ye Zhenzhen, the moment I opened my eyes and saw you for the first time, I felt it. This body, even without anyone controlling it, every cell, every pore is filled with longing for you!"
Nie Qiuyuan pointed at his own head, anger evident in his voice. "There's too much going on in here; it's not just useful stuff but also those unbearable thoughts that drive me crazy the moment I touch them... those damn ideas!"
His words were so shocking that I almost overlooked how Nie Qiuyuan had seamlessly started using modern vocabulary and curse words.
Our first encounter ended on an unpleasant note after two periods of silence between us.
That night, I didn't want to go anywhere or do anything; I just lay quietly on my dorm bed lost in thought.
Suddenly, my phone by the pillow buzzed with a "ding."
It was a text message. I opened it and was taken aback to see the sender's name clearly stated as "Teacher Zhang."
The message read: "Zhenzhen, can you come down? I'm downstairs."
This guy had figured out how to use his phone in such a short time. His dorm was actually quite far from our school; I had no idea how he managed to get here.
"It's too late. I'm going to sleep," I replied coldly.
"I can't sleep without holding you."
"Rogue!"
"But I'm your husband. Is it wrong for me to want to hold you?"
I couldn't help but laugh a little. It was only during these moments when we couldn't see each other but communicated through text that I felt the presence of my idol on the other end of the line.
Fool, how could I not miss you? It's just that I'm feeling so sad right now; can't I have a moment of peace?
After a long time without a reply, he actually called. I didn't answer and hung up. Then I turned off my phone.
Let you experience a bit of how modern girls can be difficult!
Nie Qiuyuan quickly adapted to modern life with his intelligence quotient.
He came to find me every night, and I had appointments with him, but I couldn't accept him touching me. So, time flew by, and a month passed. My poor ancient husband had only held my hand once, which made him as happy as a child.
It seemed that as his body became younger, he also rediscovered the bittersweet taste of youth.
My idol was very understanding and never forced me into anything. Throughout this month, he absorbed knowledge like a sponge, adapting to modern life. He hardly needed my help and soon returned to work normally, with his colleagues not noticing anything unusual. He became even more enthusiastic about teaching us at school.
The classmates were astonished to discover the significant change in his teaching style during practical classes.
When Nie Qiuyuan gave us his first lesson, I was sweating profusely. His training methods were surprisingly reminiscent of those used in ancient courts for training Shadow Guards.
Everything was so novel, and the teacher's demonstrations were always so impressive that the students were extremely excited. "Teacher Zhang" suddenly became the focus of admiration and discussion among the classmates.
But even more shocking gossip was yet to come, as "Teacher Zhang" began to openly pursue me without any reservations.
In the past, even if Zhang Yang had feelings for me, I couldn't sense them, let alone my classmates. But now, when he wasn't working, he spent all his time with me—fetching water, having meals together, and even accompanying me during study sessions. Eventually, we received warnings from both the school and his workplace.
It was truly shameless; he seemed to have discarded any sense of propriety in this new world.
However, his charm remained unchanged. Despite the official warnings, everyone secretly supported him. Some even rushed to speak on his behalf, urging me to seize the moment because once this opportunity passed, it would be gone for good.
As time went by and I spent more moments with him, the wounds in my heart gradually healed, and I began to accept the reality of our situation. That night, after darkness fell, he took my hand and led me to a secluded corner of the campus. He pressed me against the trunk of a large tree and kissed me passionately.
When his warm lips met mine, a surge of chaotic passion erupted within me. As I closed my eyes, I suddenly understood the feelings of my groom in another time and space.
Because when I shut my eyes, I could vividly see autumn—the moment he married me when he was still young, with those exquisite features, flowing long hair, and that refreshing aura that made me fall hopelessly in love.
I couldn't help but wrap my arms around his waist; a gentle kiss transformed into a whirlwind of passionate entanglement.
As emotions intensified, he couldn't resist lifting me up.
"Come with me. Tonight, I'm not letting you go."
I playfully hit him twice but couldn't stop my heart from racing. Oh my God, why was I so nervous? Wasn't he the closest man to me in this world? He wanted to take me away—was there anything wrong with that? Yet, why did I feel like an inexperienced girl? Why did I experience a hint of forbidden romance and excitement?
This half-hearted resistance seemed to perfectly ignite his possessiveness. Just as I was tangled in thoughts about whether I had become a psychopath, he tossed me into his car and secured me with the seatbelt in the passenger seat. He started the engine and sped off down the road at an indescribably fast pace. (To be continued...)
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