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"Well, maybe that's the case," Jian Ming nodded in agreement and said, "It's good that you can think that way."
"And you? You're about to graduate, what are your plans?" Reiko suddenly asked.
Jian Ming thought for a moment; he understood what Reiko meant.
"See, I had thought about going to Shenzhen before, but the contract didn't go through, did it?" Jian Ming paused and said.
"Yeah, so what do you plan to do now?" Reiko responded.
"Right now, I'll teach at the middle school where I signed the contract and think of something later," Jian Ming's eyes were filled with worry.
"I think your path is still long and difficult, requiring more effort than mine. I'm worried you won't be able to handle it, and also Shaw Min," Reiko began to worry for Jian Ming as well.
"Don't worry about that. As for Shaw Min, I will persevere," Jian Ming said firmly.
Not long after New Year's Day came the winter vacation.
Before the break, Liuying called Mosen, marking the first time Liuying took the initiative to contact Mosen.
Since they met in March, perhaps due to Liuying's overly rational personality, her relationship with Mosen progressed the slowest among her dorm mates. Their relationship hovered between a slightly ambiguous friendship and a rationally detached love, leading Qinglan and the others to often joke that Liuying was a tomboy who didn't like boys at all. Even a handsome guy like Mosen couldn't make her heart flutter; other girls would have gone crazy over him by now.
In fact, it wasn't just Qinglan and the others who thought this way; even Mosen himself began to doubt his charm. He was almost ready to give up on Jiang Liuying because he thought she didn't have feelings for him anymore.
Just then, Jiang Liuying unexpectedly reached out to him, leaving him somewhat flattered.
"Ah, it's Jiang Liuying!" Mosen exclaimed excitedly, his voice trembling slightly.
Previously, whenever someone called him, he had a habit of asking them, "What do you want from me?"
His roommates knew this catchphrase; it was his way of trying to act cool. However, when he received Liuying's call, that phrase almost slipped out but was suddenly halted as it came to his lips.
He didn't dare to act cool in front of Jiang Liuying—not at all—because she was cooler than he was.
He feared that one wrong word might scare her away.
"Yeah." With a calm tone, after a brief silence, Jiang Liuying spoke again, "Are you free? Can you help me paint a picture?"
Mosen nodded vigorously, his head bobbing like a chicken pecking at grain. "I'm free, I'm free, sure, sure. Where are you? Where can I find you?"
"Come to my study classroom, Room 315 in Building 2," Jiang Liuying replied and hung up the phone.
Mosen happily ran to Jiang Liuying's classroom with his easel to help her paint. Just as they finished the painting, it started to drizzle outside. Mosen held up the easel to shield them from the rain as he walked Jiang Liuying back to her dormitory.
They jogged along, and when they reached the bottom of the Girls' Dormitory, they realized that Jiang Liuying was holding onto Mosen's shirt with one hand, just like an adult guiding a child across the street.
When she let go, Jiang Liuying smiled shyly and said, "Thank you, Mosen."
Mosen chuckled and said, "The holiday is coming soon."
"Yeah."
It was dinner time, and many people were coming and going in front of the dormitory. Many eyes fell on them. Mosen's expression appeared more formal than usual, unlike his usual carefree self, which made Jiang Liuying, who was typically composed, feel a bit uncomfortable.
"Can I contact you after the holiday?" Mosen asked awkwardly.
"Of course!" Jiang Liuying found Mosen's question somewhat amusing but also cute. "We're friends."
"Oh." Mosen scratched his head. "Then you should hurry back to your dorm; it's really cold outside."
Mosen couldn't understand why he had so much to say before seeing Jiang Liuying, but now that he was in front of her, his usually quick tongue stumbled over words, and he couldn't get a single sentence out.
Seeing that Mosen had nothing more to say, Jiang Liuying turned to leave.
"Uh! Wait!" Mosen suddenly called out.
"What is it?" Jiang Liuying turned back to look at him.
"Uh... You got caught in the rain earlier. Don't forget to drink some hot water or brown sugar water when you get back to your dorm. Ginger tea would be even better," Mosen advised.
Jiang Liuying chuckled and teased him, saying, "If you don't buy me ginger and brown sugar, how am I supposed to make ginger tea?" As soon as she said this, Mosen realized how foolish he had been all along. He had always liked her but didn't know how to express that affection; he kept his concern inside without knowing how to show it through actions. "Okay!" He snapped his fingers loudly and hurriedly turned towards the steps leading out of the campus in front of the dormitory. When he reached the steps, he turned back and shouted to Jiang Liuying, "I'll be right back."
"Hey!" Jiang Liuying called out to his back, "Mosen, it's raining."
"It's fine, I'm a man..." Mosen's figure had already disappeared down the stairs.
After returning to her dorm, Jiang Liuying picked up the Water Bottle. There was half a bottle of water inside, but she thought it wouldn't be enough to brew the ginger and brown sugar Mosen would bring later, so she went back downstairs to the hot water area and filled a full bottle with boiling water.
The remaining time was spent anxiously waiting for Mosen.
When Qinglan returned with a book, she saw Jiang Liuying lost in thought.
"Hey, Liuying, what are you doing in the dorm at this time?" Qinglan asked curiously.
"Ah!?" A dazed Jiang Liuying looked blankly at Qinglan.
Actually, Qinglan wasn't curious about why Jiang Liuying was in the dorm at this time; there was never a pattern to her staying in the dorm. What she was curious about was why Jiang Liuying wasn't calmly sitting in front of her computer.
Moreover, her eyes and expression told Qinglan that she was restless.
Before Jiang Liuying and Qinglan could finish their conversation, suddenly the landline phone in the corner of the dorm rang loudly.
This landline, which had been abandoned in the corner for a long time, hadn't rung in ages; everyone had almost forgotten it existed. Since almost everyone in the dorm had a mobile phone now, their numbers were shared with their respective partners, and communication between couples was mostly done through mobile phones. In college, once a girl had a steady partner, others would generally cut off contact with her. The couple's world is most evident in college. So when they suddenly heard the long-forgotten sound of the landline ringing, Qinglan barely reacted. However, Liuying, who usually showed little interest in dorm matters, rushed over and grabbed the receiver.
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