Extra Spirit Armor: 1. The Girl Who Traveled Through Time and Space

During the first week of college, no one was more active than Long Jia. With good looks, resources, and a good personality, Long Jia, a freshman, was soaring that even he couldn't keep up. He went to such lengths, but he had no ulterior motives; he simply wanted to meet more girls, or perhaps, by meeting more boys, meet more girls. At the opening ceremony, Long Jia carried his Hasselblad around taking photos, sparking a wave of envy from his roommates, who excitedly took a few test shots. That evening, while sorting through the photos he'd taken during the day in his dormitory, Long Jia stumbled upon a few group photos in the auditorium. A beautiful girl appeared in them. She wore a loose white welcome T-shirt and a high ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead and bright, delicate features. She sat in the back row, initially attentively listening to the lecture from the podium. But then, evidently bored, her shoulders slumped, her mouth quirked in boredom. Another photo captured her face straight ahead. She was looking toward the camera, perhaps having noticed a few noisy boys fiddling with their cameras. Her inquiring gaze was reflected in the photo, and now those eyes, capable of speaking, seemed to be speaking to him, their voice like the gentle brush of shell wind chimes against her temples on an autumn afternoon. Longjia straightened his back and carefully scrolled through the photos, scrolling back and forth several times. In this series, there were only three photos of her. He created a separate folder on his desktop, titled "Konno Makoto." He searched through all the photos again, but could no longer find any image of the girl. The boys in the dormitory came back after taking a shower. Long Jia stopped them and asked, "Who took these photos? Does anyone know this girl?" The boys said at once, "We were all just taking trial photos mindlessly, just to experience your Hasselblad. No one remembers what we took, right?" "Yeah, I just took some casual photos of the auditorium and didn't notice anyone special." "Oh, this girl is not bad, she's really pretty, you have good taste!" "What do you mean by saving this folder? 'Konno Makoto', which movie actress is she from?" Seeing that these guys couldn't give any useful information, Long Jia pushed them away in disappointment and cursed, "Konno Makoto is the heroine of "The Girl Who Leapt Through Time", okay? You know shit!" Long Jia imported the three photos into his phone and really wanted to ask everyone he met about them. However, every time he asked, he was always ridiculed or had indecent fantasies about the girl. He could only quietly save them in his phone album, waiting for an opportunity to...

During the first week of college, no one was more active than Long Jia. With good looks, resources, and a good personality, Long Jia, a freshman, was soaring so high that even he couldn't keep up. He went through all this trouble, but he had no ulterior motives or ill intentions; he simply wanted to meet more girls, or perhaps meet more girls by meeting more boys.

At the opening ceremony, Long Jia carried his Hasselblad camera around and took pictures, which aroused the envy of the boys in the same dormitory. They took it one by one and excitedly tried to take a few rounds of pictures.

That evening, while sorting through photos he'd taken during the day in his dorm, Longjia stumbled upon a few group photos of the auditorium. In them was a beautiful girl. She wore a loose white T-shirt, a welcome welcome, and a high ponytail, revealing a smooth forehead and bright, delicate features. She sat in the back row, initially attentively listening to the lecture from the podium. But then, evidently bored, her shoulders slumped, her mouth quirked in boredom. Another photo captured her face, gazing toward the camera. Perhaps she'd noticed a few noisy boys fiddling with their cameras, and their inquiring gaze was reflected in the photo. Now, those expressive eyes seemed to be speaking to him, their voice like the gentle brush of shell wind chimes against her temples on an autumn afternoon.

Long Jia straightened his back and carefully scrolled through the photos, scrolling back and forth several times. There were only three photos of her in the series. He created a separate folder on his desktop and named it "Konno Makoto." He searched through all the photos again, but could not find any image of the girl.

The boys in the dormitory came back from showering. Long Jia stopped them and asked, "Who took these photos? Does anyone know this girl?"

The boys said in unison:

"Everyone was just doing mindless test shots, just to experience your Hasselblad. No one can remember what they shot, right?"

"Yeah, I was just taking a random photo of the auditorium. I didn't notice anyone in particular."

"Oh, this girl is pretty, she has good taste!"

"What do you mean by saving this folder? 'Konno Makoto', which porn star is this?"

Seeing that these guys couldn't provide any useful information, Long Jia pushed them away in disappointment and cursed, "Konno Makoto is the heroine of 'The Girl Who Leapt Through Time', okay? You know shit!"

Long Jia imported the three photos into his mobile phone and really wanted to ask everyone he met about them, but every time he asked, he was always ridiculed or had indecent fantasies about the girl. He had no choice but to quietly save them in his mobile phone album and wait for an opportunity to meet her.

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There is someone you miss in your heart, someone you care about in the distance, but it doesn't prevent you from having someone you can see and touch right in front of you. Since Long Jia's sexual enlightenment, he has never had a window period in his relationship, unless he takes the initiative to be empty.

The glimpse of that girl in the photo has been firmly engraved in his mind these days. He is taking a break for the time being, and is ready to make some space emotionally for a girl whose name he still doesn't know.

Aside from his lackluster love life, Longjia seemed to be enjoying himself at university, living a carefree life. He had just bought a new bicycle and was whizzing around campus with his roommates, drawing the frequent glances of passersby, but he didn't mind.

From a distance, he saw a tall girl walking out of the public bathroom. Her hair was wet, soaking the shoulders of her bright yellow silk blouse. Her white skirt swayed with her graceful gait, which made his heart flutter.

Long Jia suddenly felt aroused. He braked lightly, slowed down the car, pointed at the girl in the distance, and said to the male classmate next to him: "Believe it or not, I dare to kiss her!"

"I don't believe it. You'd better be careful or you'll be punished as soon as you enter the school and be expelled! Besides, a girl's back and voice are very deceptive. You never know what she will look like when she turns around." The male classmate's disdain was mixed with a hint of yearning.

"Just wait and see!" Long Jia stomped his pedals and rushed towards the girl. When he was almost behind her, he yelled at her back, "Hey, classmate!" The girl instinctively tilted her head, and he leaned over and kissed her cheek hard.

Long Jia's heart was on fire. The feeling of his lips pressing against the girl's soft, supple cheek was like being immersed in a human festival. He howled in ecstasy, his voice echoing throughout the school street.

Ling Ling was completely stunned and stood there, staring blankly at the back of the perverted sex maniac who was riding away on his bike. Then she saw that he couldn't help but look back at her with pride, and his expression of surprise was as if he had won the lottery.

When Ling Ling came to her senses, she covered her face with her hands in shame and anger, and fled towards the girls' dormitory amid the amused looks of her classmates along the way.

Long Jia had done something bad and was on the run, but it didn't end well. He was thrown out of the car and the whole thing when he turned sharply around a corner. His first reaction was to protect his face, which resulted in a large contusion on half his body. Fortunately, his jeans were thick enough, so the wound was not deep.

His companions hurriedly got out of the car and pulled him up. They thought he would grimace in pain, but unexpectedly he was grinning from ear to ear. "It's her! It's her!" He yelled like a fool, and his companions once thought he had a brain injury.

With this second look and knowing which dormitory building she lived in, Longjia's search area could be more precise, and he had some clues within two days.

When he stood behind the lecture hall door, gazing through the narrow glass window at Ling Ling's profile, his heart began to pound. He didn't know why, but this time his face was flushed and his heart was pounding. He was clearly a seasoned lover, but it felt like he was just beginning to fall in love.

He stared at her intently. The crimson leaves of early autumn swayed outside the window, staining her pale yellow blouse, scattering the brocaded years and creating a hazy, diamond-shaped halo of honey. Her long, dark hair, tucked behind her ears, fell on her pale cheeks as she read intently. She pinned the loose strands with a pink swallowtail clip, a bit annoyed. Then, her bright eyes fixed even more intently on the pages, their gaze flickering between the lines, inviting one to read again and again with her.

How could just looking at it be enough? Long Jia had always been a man of action when it came to relationships.

He pressed his hands down in a mature manner, took a deep breath, and walked into the lecture hall with a pile of books in his arms. He sat down next to Ling Ling and said in a dashing manner, "Hello, classmate. My name is Long Jia. Do you remember me? The day before yesterday afternoon, I rode my bike past you..."

Based on his 19 years of life experience, Long Jia firmly believed that after this greeting, if he invited her to be his girlfriend and revealed some information about her family background, the girl would smile shyly and be reluctant to accept, and then they would fall in love and everything would go smoothly.

He never expected that the innocent girl who was smiling sweetly at him in the last second would block him in the men's restroom and beat him up from head to toe in the next second.

In front of him was Hao Shengnan, who was half a head taller than him. He huddled in the corner, not daring to act rashly. The bruise on his leg hadn't healed yet, and his butt had bruised from being dragged along the ground like a dead dog, hitting a few doorsteps. A real man can bend and stretch. He'd already taken a beating, so kneeling down was nothing!

Seeing that the two female heroes had achieved their goal and were about to abandon him, he hurriedly ran over on his knees, grabbed Ling Ling's trouser leg, and asked for her phone.

In love, someone always has to bow, bend, or even kneel. It doesn't matter whether they kneel early or late; it's the same person, just at a different time. Long Jia has always been open-minded.

Hanging out with Ling Ling and Hao Shengnan, Long Jia felt like his life was truly a life of luxury. It turned out those beautiful women were just frivolous, but girls like Ling Ling were truly interesting. She was always full of novel ideas, which was a pathological shock to a rich man like him with no imagination.

Long Jia had been accustomed to hearing flattering praises since childhood, but now he was being scolded by Ling Ling in various ways every day, which was particularly exciting. Especially since this little girl was so beautiful that her bad temper became a cute decoration. On top of that, she had a great figure, which was everything you could want.

Looking back, thinking about his previous skinny girlfriends, they looked like minced meat when they were intimate. Ling Ling is still better. She has brains, a pretty face, and breasts. She is beautiful no matter how you look at her.

Long Jia followed Ling Ling around all day, even while trying to protect the even worse-tempered Hao Shengnan. Since he'd become entangled in a love triangle with Zhang Qingshi and Rong Xinhua, his personality had become even more erratic, forcing him to be doubly cautious. But no matter what, any sacrifice was worth it just to be with Ling Ling day and night.

The three of them had been together for a whole semester, and for Long Jia, this was the longest period of ambiguity in their history. Although he clearly sensed that Ling Ling didn't have any improper thoughts about him, he did! So he decided to speed up the heat of their relationship and had to take action.