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Ling Xingyuan was just two words, a bait.
His relationship with Liu Xuanzhu was quite amusing. Ling Xingyuan had a bad temper and few friends. His family circumstances were not great, and after entering university, he had to work part-time to support himself. Liu Xuanzhu was a major client from one of his part-time jobs, and by chance, they met in person. They recognized each other by their voices.
Liu Xuanzhu knew that Ling Xingyuan was juggling various part-time jobs and felt that he was struggling, so he started ordering takeout for him every day to ensure he ate well. Ling Xingyuan, who enjoyed taking advantage of free meals, accepted the offers without hesitation. As time went on, the two developed feelings for each other.
Despite his bad temper, Liu Xuanzhu was exceptionally tolerant of it, and they continued their relationship until their senior year of college.
Ling Xingyuan actually came to campus this time to break up with Liu Xuanzhu. Dai Zi came from a well-off family, and his mother was someone who valued reputation. If she found out that her precious son was dating a guy like Ling Xingyuan, she would never accept it. Rather than being dumped, Ling Xingyuan decided to end things first.
Fan Xiaonan sighed, noting how unfortunate they all were; it seemed that Ling Xingyuan always chose the worst timing to show up. Master Ban chimed in, expressing his own misfortune about coming to school to handle his resignation; no one was more unlucky than him!
"I’m pretty unlucky too," Yan Qing added, lamenting that on that very day, the teacher had returned to review their thesis. Everyone shared their misfortunes except for Tan Ming, who remained silent.
Curious, Yan Qing asked him what he had been doing at the library that day. He remembered Tan Ming carrying a backpack.
"Looking for books," Tan Ming replied.
"Still reading after graduation?" Qi Qiuluo questioned in disbelief.
"That’s quite a coincidence," Yan Qing remarked. "What if they hadn’t run into each other?"
Tan Ming stayed quiet.
Qi Qiuluo glanced between Yan Qing and Tan Ming, her meaning clear: Why not hold his hand? Why were they just standing there?
"I shouldn’t be too forward," Yan Qing said.
"Are you waiting for Tan Ming to make a move?" Qi Qiuluo retorted.
Given Tan Ming's nature, if he waited until the last moment, the most he would do is give Yan Qing a peck on the lips—if he even managed that without dying of embarrassment! What a scoundrel!
Qi Qiuluo looked at him with a sense of annoyance. Yan Qing, feeling a bit embarrassed, noticed that Qi Qiuluo was about to push him again, so he quickly grasped Tan Ming's hand.
They sat close together in the darkness, and no one would notice their intertwined hands. With that thought, Yan Qing felt a sense of ease wash over him.
Tan Ming's eyes shone particularly bright in the night; he glanced at Yan Qing, who immediately asked, "Are you cold?"
Cold.
Then let’s hold on tighter; it’ll keep us warm, Yan Qing thought.
As they chatted, they gradually drifted off to sleep.
Six hours later, dawn broke, and everyone woke up one after another to eat. Li Jianping had made chicken soup, using two whole chickens. After everyone had their fill, they set off.
They retraced their steps from the previous day, trudging through Dogtail Grass for an hour and a half until they reached the intersection by the supermarket. Instead of turning onto Peace Road, they continued northward, exiting the commercial street and heading further north.
The dormitory buildings came into view before them. The mutated plants within the school made each step arduous, and they were all grateful for the thirty hours Shen Jianghuan had negotiated for them to halt the evolution process, allowing them to move freely through the campus.
The plant mutations were limited in range; as long as they could escape the attack zone of the plants, they could turn danger into safety. However, some mutated plants were still unpredictable.
For instance, at the intersection near the Twenty-Seven Dormitory Buildings stood a pine tree. Tan Ming was at the front when he sensed something was off; suddenly, pine needles shot down like arrows. He raised his arm instinctively to shield himself, but his arm was soon covered with needles embedded deep into his flesh.
Everyone quickly retreated to escape the range of the pine needles.
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