Chapter 134 Thinking of Jiang Yueming, you are the most, most, most, most handsome in my heart!

"How's university life? How are your roommates? Are they all easy to talk to? Does no one bully you?" Jiang Yueming asked excitedly on the other end of the line, bombarding him with a series of questions. "Lele, I miss you so much."

"It's fine, no one bullies me." Li Leshan gestured to him, "It's just that military training is a bit tiring."

On the contrary, everyone took good care of him. There were many volunteers when he entered the school gate. Li Leshan had heard his older brother, who had been to college, joke that guys could just walk straight in and no one would help them with their luggage. If someone did come towards you, it was definitely to ask you to sign up for a phone card. If you were a girl, you should keep your suitcase far away, and a senior student would definitely take you to the dormitory.

However, Li Leshan's situation was quite different from what his neighbor had described. He had barely stood at the door when a bunch of female students swarmed around him. He had never seen anything like this before, and he found it difficult to move.

Li Leshan stood up and showed him the military training uniform.

Anyone who's gone through military training knows that it's practically impossible to buy the right size military training uniform. Either the pants are half a meter too short, or the shirt is half a meter too short, like it shrunk after being thrown into the washing machine, or the waistband is big enough to fit two people, and the pants can be worn as a jumpsuit.

Anyway, each one has its own shortcomings; some are as narrow as lightning bolts, while others are as wide as the Mariana Trench. The two most useful items inside are the military training cap and the belt. The cap provides sun protection, and the belt keeps these pants from falling down at any moment.

But it looks completely different on Li Leshan. The military training uniform that looks half-dead on others looks like a runway on him. While others look like they're planting rice in the field, Li Leshan looks like a model, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and everything looks perfect on him.

Oh dear, this world judges people by their looks.

"Take care and get some rest," Jiang Yueming said with concern. He glanced at Li Leshan up and down, his eyes glued to him. He lowered his voice, a little embarrassed, "Lele, you look quite presentable in this outfit."

Li Leshan smiled at him, "Really?"

He didn't quite believe it.

“Really!” Jiang Yueming nodded vigorously. “He’s incredibly handsome.”

"When do you start school?" Li Leshan asked, a little embarrassed by the compliment.

"Me?" Jiang Yueming said, "Two more days, no rush."

“Okay,” Li Leshan waved to him, “I’m going to wash up now, you should get some rest.”

“Okay,” Jiang Yueming said, reluctant to hang up. “You hang up first.”

Recently, everyone has started school one after another. People like Han Jiang and Xu Qing went to Zhejiang, and Han Jiang went with her. Although they are not in the same city, they are still relatively close.

Jiang Yueming wanted to say that his journey of unrequited love was truly arduous; he had been constantly taking action, constantly on the road, but had never succeeded.

After entering university, things weren't quite what I had imagined. Although it wasn't as great as I had imagined either. There was no such thing as being able to liberate yourself and run around having fun everywhere after entering university. I still followed the routine of attending classes and studying on my own.

Li Leshan spends all his free time in the library. His roommates are all pretty good; besides him, there are two locals and one from Northeast China.

What impressed him most was his roommate from Northeast China, a very warm-hearted man named Xue Ang, who was very tall, perhaps even taller than him. Li Leshan thought he was about the same height as Jiang Yueming.

He is the same height as Jiang Yueming.

Thinking of this, Li Leshan glanced at Xue Ang.

Caught off guard, Li Leshan made direct eye contact with Xue Ang. Feeling a little embarrassed, he looked away.

"You have something to say?" Xue Ang leaned closer and asked, "Leshan, I'm curious how you usually talk to people?"

Li Leshan shook his head. He had nothing to say. As for how he usually communicated with people, he just used sign language, wrote, and then typed...

He doesn't communicate with people much.

“Before, I could write,” Li Leshan typed for him to see. “Now I can type.”

“Oh,” Xue Ang nodded. He was talkative and had never met anyone like this before, so he had a lot to ask. He continued, “So, you guys, don’t you use sign language?”

"I'll take a taxi," Li Leshan thought, but he only used sign language with one person because only that person could understand what he was saying.

Not knowing why he was asking these questions, Li Leshan looked puzzled, but still nodded.

"Then teach me," Xue Ang grinned and said, "Teach me."

He still had a strong desire to learn. He guessed he had seen it somewhere before, and based on his memory, he pressed his thumb down. "Is this 'thank you'?"

Li Leshan was stunned for a moment. Looking at Xue Ang's excited expression, he nodded as if possessed.

"Oh—" Xue Ang laughed heartily, "That's quite interesting."

Watching Xue Ang's retreating figure, for some reason, he was reminded of Jiang Yueming. Jiang Yueming had once asked him with the same expression if he could teach him sign language.

I wonder how Jiang Yueming is doing over there. Li Leshan specifically looked up the school online. It has a large area and is located in the city center. He is really satisfied with the school and is genuinely happy for Jiang Yueming. There is simply no other school like it.

Fortunately, he listened to his own advice; otherwise, Li Leshan wouldn't know what to do or what would happen next. Even if they really came to Beijing, what difference would it make? Wouldn't Jiang Yueming's three years of effort have been wasted?

Thinking of this, Li Leshan finally felt a sense of peace. He sat there, looking out the window.

The weather in Beijing and Shengping was no different from what he had imagined. He felt finally free, but why did he always feel like something was amiss...?

Thinking of Jiang Yueming. Li Leshan closed his eyes and had this realization.

I just had a video call with him, but I still miss him terribly. This feeling is different from when we were both in Shishi High School and Sangao High School, at least back then we were both still in Shengping; this feeling is also different from when we were both in Guangdong and in Shengping, because Shengping is ultimately Jiang Yueming's home, and he feels at ease in Jiang Yueming's home.

Things are different now. They're so far apart, he doesn't know what the other is doing, or what's happening there. He finally understands a little why Jiang Yueming insisted and was so stubborn back then. But he doesn't regret it at all… He would only regret it if Jiang Yueming had actually come here with him.

In the days that followed, he eagerly awaited the holidays, the National Day holiday, and the winter break. This kind of life felt strangely familiar to Li Leshan. Despite being unable to speak, he managed to find a part-time job thanks to his handsome face—a simple supermarket handyman job that didn't require him to talk or communicate. Occasionally, he could help the auntie's daughter with her homework, tutoring her—after all, he was a legitimate university student from a prestigious university.

The supermarket auntie's eyes lit up when she saw him, and after asking around, she found out he was from the same hometown. Although the auntie wasn't from Shengping, they were from the same province. Although there wasn't a dramatic scene of fellow townsmen meeting and bursting into tears, the auntie still took good care of Li Leshan.

“Oh, Leshan,” Deng Qiuxin looked at him as if he were a child, “You’re from Shengping. It must have been tough for you to get into Beijing from there.”

It's more than just hard work; it's like a massive army fighting a battle... Forget crossing a single-plank bridge. It's not that wide; it's like a thousand soldiers crossing a tightrope. Who will fall off and who will stand on top is anyone's guess. Thinking about the college entrance exam for another ten or twenty years will still be grueling.

Li Leshan smiled at her, a slightly shy smile. Those days were indeed tough. He could still often hear the sound of students reading at 5:30 in the morning. Sometimes, even during the winter warm-up exercises on the playground, they had to seize every second to memorize texts. The students would all be holding vocabulary books or ancient poems, and their hands and cheeks would be freezing when they returned to the classroom.

But thankfully, he had Jiang Yueming. Those days were bitter, but there was hope, so he felt that he could just endure it and get through it.

When he first arrived here, he couldn't sleep at night. The dormitory was quiet, with no sound, making his heartbeat even more noticeable in the still night.

Li Leshan gently turned over. His wallpaper was a photo of him and Jiang Yueming, taken in middle school. In the blink of an eye, they were already in university. Lying here, Li Leshan seemed to have a sense of reality about what the future held.

He closed his eyes, feeling his heartbeat gradually calm down. Two days ago, Wu Jinzhong sent him a WeChat message saying that his photo had been posted on the honor board, and asked Li Leshan if it looked good and eye-catching.

I didn't find it particularly eye-catching, but it was a bit too bright.

For the first time, he carefully examined his face. Jiang Yueming had always praised his good looks since he was little, but he hadn't really noticed. After observing it closely, he figured he was probably handsome. It's just that his eyes looked a little uneven in the photos, probably because he hadn't slept well the night before.

He didn't think the photo was very good, so he didn't send it to Jiang Yueming.

As it turned out, Wu Jinzhong sent it to Jiang Yueming first. He even said that if Jiang Yueming returned to Shengping, he would probably take a picture too, since she was also an outstanding alumnus, and it would be placed together with Li Leshan's.

Jiang Yueming excitedly sent him a WeChat message: Lao Wu sent me this, he looks so handsome in this picture.

Li Leshan quickly replied: I didn't think it looked very good, so I didn't send it to you.

Jiang Yueming: ?!

Jiang Yueming: ? ? ? !

He sent a string of question marks, probably quite shocked on the other end.

Jiang Yueming: Lele, what did you say! You're the most, most, most, most handsome guy in my heart! (Proudly)

Li Leshan: You've always been in my heart.

Jiang Yueming: What has always been it?

Li Leshan smiled, then swiped through the app and glanced at the photos on the screen again. In fact, he had always thought so.

Returning to the chat page, Li Leshan moved his fingers and typed: The most handsome.

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Author's Note: I've finally gotten into university, so here are two sweet chapters (evil laugh) (Actually, not really).

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I just realized that quite a few of my readers are high school students. I absolutely loathe university life, so this might be a bit boring, but actually, university life was pretty great!!!

P.S.: A special reminder to all of you, please take good care of your military training belts. I remember I accidentally fell into a sewer, and now my pants are constantly falling down... (omitting many other things) (I still remember it vividly).