Chapter 11 Chapter 11 She didn't say anything, it was he himself...

Liang Siyu curled up on the sofa and played two games. Lin Qianyuan used a pillow to prop him up, "Are you not going to do your homework?"

Speaking of this, Liang Siyu kept complaining, "You don't know, because our class didn't do better than Class 7 next door on the weekly test last time, Old Zhang has gone crazy, just trying to squeeze us." He snorted and laughed, "Now everyone in the class prays for him every day, hoping that he will never be able to catch up with Class 7's head teacher in this life."

Lin Qianyuan couldn't help but laugh, "What's going on? Didn't they say that everyone is willing to pay attention to him?"

Liang Siyu sighed, "I guess he's suddenly come to his senses and turned back."

[There's something I haven't told you yet. Class 7's Chinese teacher and the one upstairs from Class 11 are actually divorced. Just yesterday, Class 11's teacher resigned. I remember when she was teaching us, she recommended you to participate in the city's essay competition. You were too lazy to go back then, wasn't it her earnest persuasion that got you involved?]

Liang Siyu couldn't stop sharing gossip with her. At the end of the conversation, he sighed and asked, "When are you going to come back?"

[I'm a year behind you, and I'm feeling really tired right now.]

Lin Qianyuan narrowed his eyes upon hearing this, as if he saw through him. "You're tired because no one's copying your homework for you, right?"

"Tsk," Liang Siyu's little thoughts were mercilessly exposed by her, and he couldn't help but start pointing fingers, "Do you have any heart? Can you save a bit of meat by going the lyrical route?"

Lin Qianyuan was speechless in answering such questions. She picked up the cup and took a sip of fruit tea, saying calmly, "I plan to have my ears checked next week."

"What's the meaning?"

Lin Qianyuan smiled at him, his words full of indifference, "Either it can be cured and return to school; or it can't be cured and may become paralyzed."

"Pooh, pooh, pooh," Liang Siyu jumped up, "Lin Qianyuan, you must be good. If you are not, it is simply unjust!"

He was so excited that he couldn't hold back his voice at all. The group of people playing billiards all looked over here, and Liang Siyu glared back with confidence, "What are you looking at? Who among you can be as good as her?"

"Lin Qianyuan is the greatest artist of the future."

"..." She knew that he was just after her paintings. Lin Qianyuan pulled him to sit down with a look of disgust on her face.

Liang Siyu hasn't finished complaining yet.

Lin Qianyuan wanted to cover his mouth. "Even if I can't be cured, I can still paint," she said with a positive attitude. "Maybe the painting will be worth more."

"Yeah," Liang Siyu immediately felt that what she said made sense, "How about you also go blind? That would definitely be more valuable."

Lin Qianyuan looked at him coldly, gritted his teeth and asked, "Liang Siyu, are you tired of living?"

"No," Liang Siyu said weakly. Lin Qianyuan snorted coldly, "It would be better."

She lowered her head and took a few sips of fruit tea.

Liang Siyu bent down to pick up his phone, and suddenly thought of something. He said to her, "I heard from my brother..."

Liang Siyu shut up and sent her a message on his phone, "I heard from my brother that your brother is coming back early from abroad. Did you know about this?"

Lin Qianyuan read the two lines twice and smiled slightly, "I am your only daughter."

"Ms. Song only gave birth to me, no brother."

Liang Siyu had nothing to say.

Because of his words, Lin Qianyuan suddenly felt that she could no longer stay here. The disgust in her heart could not be suppressed for a long time. She picked up her bag, stood up, and said, "Let's go."

Liang Siyu wanted to call her, but before he could speak, he ran to her and said, "I'll find someone to take you there."

Lin Qianyuan glanced at the time and smiled, "No need." After that, she pushed open the door and left without looking back.

Only after leaving the club did Lin Qianyuan truly realize that winter had indeed arrived. She didn't walk far, but found a stone block by the roadside to sit down. She turned her phone three times in her hand, unlocked it, and sent a message to the top of her list.

It was 11:30 pm, and the darkness was deepening. Lin Qianyuan, dressed in white, stood out even more under the streetlights. She casually picked up a fallen sycamore leaf and, holding it against the light, counted the veins on it.

When I counted to the third one, the other side responded.

She said she thought it would rain tomorrow.

Pei Lanqing: [Why do you say that?]

According to the weather forecast, it will be sunny tomorrow.

Lin Qianyuan didn't drop the sycamore leaf and typed with one hand, "Because there are no stars in the sky tonight."

Pei Lanqing couldn't help but laugh. [This statement has no scientific basis.]

"Really? But I've been sitting here watching for a long time."

Pei Lanqing felt something was wrong. [You are outside now?]

Lin Qianyuan didn't reply.

Pei Lanqing closed the book. [Are you alone?] He thought, there should be a driver beside her.

The next second, Lin Qianyuan overturned his assumption and said: [Yes.]

Outside, alone.

Pei Lanqing paused as he turned the page on the book, but quickly regained his composure.

It's none of his business.

They are friends, but they know in their hearts that the boundary between them only exists in the counseling capacity and cannot interfere with each other's private lives.

This is inappropriate.

They were on two levels of stairs. It was destined that he couldn't go up, and she couldn't and shouldn't come down.

Pei Lanqing wanted to say something, something like, "Then go home early" or "Be careful when you're alone." But time slipped away, and the lit input box still didn't show either of these words.

Lin Qianyuan didn't say anything either.

The night gradually quieted down, the wind was roaring, and the world was silent.

Lin Qianyuan began to count the veins on the sycamore leaf again. After counting them all, she lowered her head, took a photo of the leaf, and posted it on her Moments with the location.

No text, visible to one person only.

Then she put down the leaves and hummed to the wind.

A song lasts about three minutes. According to Lin Qianyuan's intermittent humming style, it takes about five minutes to finish a song, so she plans to only hum her three favorite songs.

Because it is very close to Imperial University.

The temperature at night was significantly lower than during the day, and although her clothes seemed light and thin, they still kept her warm. The only part of her body that felt cold was her ankles, which were not covered by her skirt.

Suddenly, a sycamore leaf floated down to the edge of her skirt with the evening breeze. She suddenly fell silent and raised her hand to pick it off.

In the dim light of the street lamp, someone reached out and completed the action for her. The hand was thin and clean, with distinct joints. With a slight pressure, blue lines were faintly visible under the fair skin. Running down the back of the hand, there was a faint scar at the base of the palm.

Lin Qianyuan suddenly smiled and stood up subconsciously.

Pei Lanqing lowered her eyes and spread the coat on her arm on the stone block where she was sitting.

"Why are you here?" Lin Qianyuan calmed down, sat down again, and raised his phone to ask.

For the first time, Pei Lanqing avoided her question and stood slightly beside her. "I'll take you home."

Lin Qianyuan was not annoyed, but just replied obediently: "Okay."

It was so late, the only way to go back to her house was to take a taxi. Pei Lanqing opened the taxi app, and Lin Qianyuan leaned over to watch him for a while.

Standing next to him, she realized that he was facing the wind. His coat had been used as a cushion for her, and he was now only wearing a sweatshirt. Lin Qianyuan suddenly said, "Aren't you cold?"

Pei Lanqing shook his head.

After a driver accepted the order, he realized that they were too close, so he silently moved back.

Lin Qianyuan didn't care about the two or three steps below her, but she cared about his behavior. She raised her head, picked up the topic he had just avoided, and changed the question, "Teacher Pei."

Pei Lanqing lowered his eyes, which were staring at the screen, his eyelashes trembled slightly, but he remained silent.

Lin Qianyuan just stood there, keeping the distance between them. Her tone was full of confusion, without a trace of falsehood, and she asked sincerely, "It's so late, are you passing by here?"

The driver was coming here. The road conditions were good at night. The navigation display said: Estimated arrival time: 5 minutes.

Lin Qianyuan picked up his coat, put it on his arm, and took a step towards him. "Really?"

Estimated time is three minutes.

Pei Lanqing exited the software and opened the memo. [No.]

"Why is that?"

Lin Qianyuan regretted not wearing shoes with higher heels. Standing in front of him, she was about a head shorter than him. Lin Qianyuan curled her lips. He really had no aura at all.

Pei Lanqing looked at her, not knowing what she was thinking. She looked very aggressive at first, but then she became dejected, like a cat with drooping eyebrows and sunken eyes sleeping in the afternoon sun on campus. He couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Judging from the expression on his face, Lin Qianyuan was in a very bad mood.

Pei Lanqing suppressed his smile, his eyes softening, "Nothing."

"You haven't answered my question yet, why did you come here?"

[Because you are here alone,] Pei Lanqing smiled at her, [We are friends, aren't we?]

He stood nearby for a long time before approaching her. He figured that if someone came to pick her up, he wouldn't go. On the other hand, if not, counseling aside, he knew her and couldn't just ignore her.

This, he told himself, was humanitarian.

Lin Qianyuan looked at this sentence and said nothing.

Car lights shone from behind her. Pei Lanqing confirmed the license plate number and signaled that it was time to leave.

Lin Qianyuan stood still and spoke to herself, "You know what? It's very unsafe for a girl to go home alone at night. The first level of danger is walking, and the second level of danger is taking a ride."

"What do you think..." Before she could finish, Pei Lanqing's phone was already in front of her. "I'll go with you."

Lin Qianyuan pretended to be calm and said, "I didn't ask you to accompany me."

The driver behind her honked a few times. Pei Lanqing smiled apologetically at him and then said to Lin Qianyuan, "I know, I'm just worried."

"Oh, okay," Lin Qianyuan turned around, "let's go then."

She didn't say anything; it was his own wish.

After they were both seated, the driver suddenly turned around and asked, "Did you two have a fight?"

Lin Qianyuan glanced at Pei Lanqing, her eyes filled with confusion. What did he mean by that? Pei Lanqing exchanged glances with her, then looked away, smiling and replying, "No."

The driver turned on his turn signal to change lanes, and only he could hear the other man's reply. The uncle was certain he was right, and immediately advised with the tone of someone who had experienced it: "Hey, isn't that how life is for a young couple? You give in, I give in. Young man, let me make one thing clear to you: it's definitely not wrong to be a little accommodating to your wife."

Lin Qianyuan couldn't hear what he said, but Pei Lanqing heard it clearly.

"No," he said, his face flushed. He subconsciously glanced at Lin Qianyuan. Seeing Lin Qianyuan's confused expression, he leaned forward and quickly denied, "We are not."

"Oh, oh, oh," the driver, having seen through everything, considerately corrected himself, "You two still look like students, don't you? That's right, you're not old enough to get married yet. You just need to be more accommodating to your girlfriend and coax her a little more."

"I..." Pei Lanqing tried to explain to him, but before he could open his mouth, a loud ringing interrupted him.

The traffic light ahead was red, so the driver stepped on the brakes and answered the phone.

Pei Lanqing, sitting in the back seat, faintly heard the woman's voice on the other end of the phone asking, "Why haven't you come back yet?" The uncle replied with a smile, "I'll be back soon." He didn't know what else the other party said, but he just smiled.

Pei Lanqing didn't disturb them. He sat down and looked out the window.

What did you talk about?

Lin Qianyuan felt that he seemed to be in a bad mood suddenly. She frowned and asked: "Did he scold you? Just because you waited a few minutes longer?"

Lin Qianyuan took advantage of the fact that they were communicating silently and blatantly asked him to send her the license plate number of the car immediately.

Pei Lanqing seemed extremely tired, but still smiled faintly and replied: [No.]

Lin Qianyuan's face was full of doubt.

She couldn't be perfunctory. Pei Lanqing thought for a moment and continued typing, "He just asked if we could avoid the side road and take the slightly more circuitous route. For safety reasons, I agreed, but I think you'll be a little late getting home."

Lin Qianyuan didn't care. "It's okay if it's late. No one cares about me anyway." She added, "It's just that the driver's driving skills are not good. That road is not small at all."

Pei Lanqing looked at her next words and said with a smile, "That's what I was thinking just now."

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Whenever we call him Teacher Pei, Pei Lanqing's eyebrows would twitch. In short, it's bound to be bad news (／_＼) Also, Teacher Pei, why did you lie? (So hard to guess)