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The entire A University Library was brightly lit, yet there was not a sound to be heard. A few students walked along the tree-lined paths of the campus, and the Camphor Trees by the roadside emitted a faint fragrance, occasionally mixed with the sudden scent of flowers from a nearby Holly Tree.
In contrast, the dormitory building was dark except for a few windows that glowed with light.
When Qinglan returned to the dormitory, there was no one inside; even Hu Jiao'er, who usually liked to study in the dorm, was nowhere to be seen.
"Eh? Was that figure I saw outside really Hu Jiao'er? But that can't be possible," Qinglan muttered to herself.
After Qinglan had settled in and taken a hot shower to wash away the dust and fatigue, she suddenly saw a figure dart into the dormitory.
"Eh, Qinglan, why are you back at this time?" As soon as Shen Xiaomeng entered the room, she exclaimed without even putting down the book in her hands.
"Of course I have to come back today; I took leave until today. If I don't come back today, I'll be in trouble," Qinglan replied.
"No, I mean..." Shen Xiaomeng tapped her head. "Uh, I don't know how to say it. What I mean is, why didn't you come back yesterday?"
"Yesterday? Why did I have to come back yesterday? Was there something special about yesterday? Did something happen yesterday? I was still on the train," Qinglan blinked, puzzled by Shen Xiaomeng's words.
However, this girl always liked to make a big deal out of everything. For example, if someone started dating, she would treat it like a major event.
"Yes, yesterday was a very special day." Shen Xiaomeng's eyes sparkled as she maintained her innocent and adorable expression.
"What special day?" Qinglan tilted her head and thought for a long time but couldn't think of anything special about yesterday. She shook her head. "I don't know."
"Ah!" Shen Xiaomeng suddenly threw her book onto the desk with a loud thud and rushed in front of Qinglan, patting her shoulder and shouting like a little madwoman: "Hu Jiao'er is in love!"
As she shouted, she bounced up and down with her fists tightly clenched.
"Pfft." Qinglan scoffed dismissively, grinning as she turned her face away. Indeed, this person could make such a fuss over someone else's love life; it was unbelievable.
Wait, no. Qinglan suddenly realized and pulled Shen Xiaomeng's arm, asking, "Who? Who are you talking about? Who is in love?"
"Hu Jiao'er!" Shen Xiaomeng answered.
"Jiao'er?" Qinglan's eyes widened in disbelief; she could hardly believe her ears. Had she misheard?
“Jiao'er is in a relationship? She managed to sort herself out in such a short time? Did she figure it out while I was away?” Qinglan asked in a series of questions.
“Yeah!” Shen Xiaomeng nodded vigorously.
“That doesn’t make sense. There were no signs at all.” Qinglan pondered for a long time but couldn’t come up with any clues. “Before I went home, she was still holed up in the dorm, with her headphones on, humming to herself. How did she fall in love so quickly?” Qinglan seemed skeptical.
“What do you mean? Huh? Who’s in a relationship?”
Just as Qinglan finished speaking, Hu Jiao'er swaggered in, dressed in a stylish denim outfit. Behind her was Jiang Liuying, wearing a sheer skirt and sporting a mischievous grin.
“No way?” Qinglan turned around, her expression one of shock as she pointed at Hu Jiao'er, then pointed from Hu Jiao'er to Liuying, saying, “Hu Jiao'er isn’t dating you, right?”
“Get out of here.” Upon hearing Qinglan’s words, Liuying lost interest and pushed Qinglan’s hand aside, saying, “If you have that kind of interest, go date her yourself. I’m a normal person; I only love talented guys and handsome men.”
Qinglan couldn’t be bothered by Liuying’s cold water remarks. She shot her a sidelong glance but remained excited and turned back to grab Hu Jiao'er, who had walked over to the bed, asking, “Jiao'er, was that person just now you?”
“Which person?” Jiao'er was confused by Qinglan’s question.
“On the college road.” Qinglan made a gesture with her thumbs to indicate a couple holding hands. “That couple was definitely you.”
“What?” Upon hearing what Qinglan said, Hu Jiao'er immediately flopped onto the bed, burying her face in the blanket and whining, “Ahhh, how embarrassing! How did you see that?”
Qinglan patted her thigh. “It really is you! You’re like a different person—so shy and full of tenderness.”
Then Qinglan turned to Shen Xiaomeng, saying, “Mengmeng, I didn’t come back yesterday. You said yesterday was a special day; did I miss something important?”
“Yes, yes!” Shen Xiaomeng nodded repeatedly.
Even Jiang Liuying, who usually didn’t participate in dorm discussions and sat at her computer oblivious to everything outside, quickly nodded in agreement. “Yesterday was a romantic and beautiful confession of love. You missed it; what a pity, boss.”
“How romantic and beautiful was it? Tell me about it,” Qinglan asked curiously.
“Don’t talk about it; it’s too embarrassing,” Hu Jiao'er jumped up from the bed and started playfully hitting and slapping Qinglan.
"I don't know what to say. I'm just the one who wants to listen," Qinglan said.
Hu Jiao'er quickly changed her tone and said, "Then don't listen, don't listen." Her hands continued to pat and poke at Qinglan. She turned to Shen Xiaomeng and Jiang Liuying, a shy blush appearing on her face. "You two should stop talking, it's so embarrassing."
Looking at the charming Jiao'er, the other three couldn't help but burst into laughter.
In the end, unable to resist Qinglan's various temptations and threats as both the class committee secretary and dormitory head, along with her persuasive guidance, Shen Xiaomeng and Jiang Liuying took turns recounting the romantic and beautiful confession that had taken place in the classroom yesterday.
It turned out that ever since that confrontation between Hu Jiao'er and Zhou Xiaochuan in the classroom, Zhou Xiaochuan had unknowingly started to pay attention to this chubby yet graceful girl.
She was different from others.
Unlike other girls who focused on handsome boys, she had never even glanced at him.
Every time Zhou Xiaochuan saw Hu Jiao'er walk past him with her head held high, not looking sideways as if he were air, he couldn't help but smile and think to himself, "Interesting, what an interesting chubby girl."
"She's so fat, yet she doesn't even look at me," Zhou Xiaochuan wondered.
But one must know that Zhou Xiaochuan had been surrounded by girls calling him handsome since childhood. Which girl didn't shout at him, "Handsome guy, look over here"?
They all begged for him to glance their way. Yet this girl was different; he stared at her, but she didn't blink, her heart didn't race, her face didn't flush—she walked past him confidently every time. And it was always like this.
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