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"Well, that's true. However, Mengmeng is right; we just need to observe Xu Wen. As long as Xu Wen is fine, Lanlan will be fine too, considering how much he cares about her," Jiang Liuying concluded.
"Liuying, how is your Mosen preparing for the exams? They are coming up soon, right?" Hu Jiao'er shifted the topic back to Jiang Liuying.
"Oh?" Hearing Hu Jiao'er's words, Jiang Liuying jumped up from her seat and stretched her neck to check the time on the computer. "It's time to cook; I need to hurry back and buy groceries to make dinner for our Mosen."
"Instantly turned into a housewife?" Hu Jiao'er teased.
"Yes, wholeheartedly supporting our Mosen in his graduate studies," Jiang Liuying said as she tossed her keys onto Hu Jiao'er's desk while bending down to tie her shoelaces.
After tying her shoelaces, she dashed out, shouting, "There's no time left!"
Hu Jiao'er sat up from her bed and grabbed the headphones on the desk, planning to continue listening to music, but then noticed Jiang Liuying's keys quietly lying on the table.
"Ah, this Jiang Liuying hasn't changed her forgetful ways at all," Hu Jiao'er hurriedly got up, slipped on her shoes, and ran to the dormitory door, calling down the long corridor, "Jiang Liuying, you forgot your keys!"
But there was no sign of Jiang Liuying in the corridor. Hu Jiao'er went to the balcony and called down at the dormitory entrance, "Jiang Liuying! Jiang Liuying..."
"Stop calling; she can't hear you," Shen Xiaomeng said as she put down her knitting needles and prepared to get out of bed. "If she remembers later, she'll come back."
"I'm just afraid she'll remember when she gets home," Hu Jiao'er shook her head helplessly, feeling exasperated by Jiang Liuying's habit of leaving things everywhere and her poor memory.
After going inside, Hu Jiao'er placed Jiang Liuying's keys on her computer desk and tidied up some of the items on it. "She's really incorrigible; every time she acts so self-righteous. If Mosen says anything about it, she just turns against him. Only someone with Mosen's good temper can put up with her," Hu Jiao'er grumbled while cleaning up and listing Jiang Liuying's bad habits.
This was definitely not Hu Jiao'er speaking ill of Jiang Liuying behind her back.
Jiang Liuying only dares to show her temper in front of Mosen. Usually, even when Hu Jiao'er and the others criticize her, she just laughs it off and bows to ask for their forgiveness for her messy appearance. Her desk is always a complete mess, and she has a poor memory, often misplacing things. She spends her days rummaging through her dorm room looking for work or standing in the middle of the room, resting her chin on her hand in deep thought. Don't think she is pondering some profound truth, life philosophy, or a complex physics or calculus problem. If someone asks her, "Jiang Liuying, what are you doing standing there?"
She would surely frown and scratch her head, saying, "I forgot where I put my meal card; I can't remember after thinking for so long." Then she would definitely follow up with, "Have you seen my meal card?"
Eventually, everyone got used to her. They would help put away her things when they saw them lying around and ignore her when she stood in the center of the room lost in thought unless they knew where her things were.
But in front of Mosen, she might argue, "I keep my things on the desk very neatly." She would even look wronged and aggrieved.
Well, Mosen couldn't do anything about it and could only bend down and complain internally: "This is called neat?" In Mosen's eyes, the only word to describe the state of her desk was chaos.
Moreover, Mosen couldn't say anything about her poor memory or how she misplaces things. Hu Jiao'er and Shen Xiaomeng had seen her directly confront Mosen over this issue a few times. Later, Mosen learned to be smart about it; whenever such situations arose, she would say, "If you lost it, then it's lost; no big deal. Let's use the money we saved from collecting drink bottles to buy a new one."
In fact, Jiang Liuying didn't really hold a grudge against Mosen. She enjoyed being treated like a princess by Mosen.
She said, "When you're in a relationship, if your boyfriend doesn't pamper you, how can you expect him to do so after marriage?"
Well, Hu Jiao'er agreed with this theory because her own Zhou Xiaochuan also treated her like a princess.
But wait! Just when you accept this theory from her, she would say, "After getting married and starting a family, we should be pampered even more. What is home? Home is a place where reason doesn't apply. What does it mean that reason doesn't apply? It means unconditionally accepting our flaws without arguing. When working outside, you have to reason with your boss; you reason with your subordinates; colleagues have to reason with each other—it's exhausting. If you still have to impose rules and reason at home, isn't that tiring? Home should be a place where one can relax and feel comfortable—a haven for rest."
Well, everyone accepted her views. Not only did Mosen wholeheartedly embrace her theories, but even the others in the dorm later accepted them as well. Whenever she presented a new theory, Hu Jiao'er and the others could only nod in agreement.
Who could resist her love for reading and quoting theories? Who could deny that she was quick-witted? Who could overlook that she was both beautiful and knew how to navigate social situations? Who could ignore that she was quirky yet gentle? Not just Mosen, but all her friends had no choice but to bow down to her.
After tidying up Jiang Liuying's desk, Hu Jiao'er went to help make her bed.
Sure enough, just as Hu Jiao'er finished tidying up her bed and stood on the balcony holding a glass of water, Shen Xiaomeng called out, "Liuying is back, she's downstairs."
Hu Jiao'er quickly grabbed the keys from her desk and walked to the balcony. As she leaned out to look at her, she heard Liuying shouting from below, "Hu Jiao'er, Hu Jiao'er... Shen Xiaomeng, Mengmeng..."
"Are you calling for a spirit?" Hu Jiao'er shouted back at her.
"Throw my keys down to me," Liuying cupped her hands around her mouth like a megaphone and called to Hu Jiao'er and Shen Xiaomeng. By this time, she had already spotted the two standing on the balcony.
"Where did you leave your keys?" Hu Jiao'er teased her, a mischievous smile on her face. Shen Xiaomeng burst out laughing, spitting out the water in her mouth. "You're so bad," she said, pointing at Hu Jiao'er.
Hu Jiao'er waved her hand at Shen Xiaomeng, still smiling as she waited for Jiang Liuying's response.
Jiang Liuying put her hands down and began to ponder with her chin resting on her palm.
"Check if they're on my computer desk or in my backpack... oh wait, they might be on your desk..." Her tone was uncertain.
"Where exactly are they?" Hu Jiao'er couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"I can't remember; can you help me look for them?" Jiang Liuying finally gave up thinking.
Shen Xiaomeng was already impatient. She placed her cup down on the balcony and reached for the keys in Hu Jiao'er's hand. "Wasting time is equivalent to murdering life; don't you understand?"
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