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Shen Moqiu hung up the phone immediately after saying those words, giving Nan Qing no chance to react or refuse.

Nan Qing was indeed completely confused, but she did hear Shen Moqiu's words clearly; he was telling her to go downstairs.

She wasn't surprised that Shen Moqiu would be at Tsinghua or Peking University, given his near-perfect score; he could choose any of the top universities in the country.

Nan Qing had a good relationship with Shen Moqiu, so she didn't hesitate much, turned off the tablet, and went downstairs.

As soon as Nan Qing reached the building entrance, she spotted Shen Moqiu, who still looked clean and neat, wearing a simple white t-shirt and black pants.

But...has his hair grown a lot?

Shen Moqiu's hairstyle now resembles a slicked-back look, revealing his full forehead. Only a few loose strands of hair droop lazily from his temples, giving him a different aura than during his high school days.

Shen Moqiu

"So you also applied to Tsinghua and Peking University?"

Shen Moqiu looked at Nan Qing, who was standing in front of him, with a greedy gaze, scanning every inch of Nan Qing's small face before replying to her:

"Um"

I know you also applied to Tsinghua and Peking Universities.

So I came.

"Qingqing, shall we take a walk? There's a big lawn over there, and lots of pigeons there."

"Shall we go take a look together?"

Nan Qing figured she had nothing else to do and could take the opportunity to familiarize herself with the school environment, so she and Shen Moqiu headed in the direction he had indicated.

The two were still the same as when Shen Moqiu had gone to great lengths to secure his first opportunity to be alone with Nan Qing when Nan Qing first arrived at No. 1 High School.

He walked to Nan Qing's left. The two had grown a bit taller since they first met in high school, but Nan Qing had only grown to Shen Moqiu's chin.

Shen Moqiu felt that this height was just right.

He turned his head to look at Nan Qing, who was sharing with him the interesting things that had happened during his time in France.

Shen Moqiu actually knew about Nan Qing's happiness and everything she had said, after all...

But he responded to almost every word Nanqing said in a very supportive manner.

The two slowly walked to a very spacious lawn square at Tsinghua University. Just as Shen Moqiu had said, many white pigeons would indeed fly down to the lawn from time to time, and then fly away again from time to time.

"So beautiful!"

"I can come here often in the future. It feels like Swan Lake, a place that's very relaxing."

After chasing pigeons for a while, Nan Qing and Shen Moqiu found a place to sit under a tree.

Just like the first time, Shen Moqiu took out a handkerchief to cushion Nan Qing's seat before letting her sit down.

Shen Moqiu looked at the pigeons flying and landing in the distance and spoke softly:

"Qingqing"

Yesterday was your birthday, but it's such a pity I missed it.

Hearing this, Nan Qing looked at Shen Moqiu sitting next to her in surprise. She didn't expect him to know her birthday. She hadn't told him.

"Hahaha,"

"It's nothing, just a birthday."

"And mainly because we didn't invite many classmates."

"Yesterday I just celebrated my birthday with my family."

Nan Qing suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

I didn't actually invite some of Shen Moqiu's classmates to my birthday party yesterday, but they knew it was her birthday and said they accidentally missed it.

Ahhhhh.

She should have said she was tidying up and couldn't come down; she really couldn't handle such an awkward situation.

Before she could speak again, Nan Qing felt Shen Moqiu grab her left wrist.

I prepared a birthday present for Qingqing.

Don't be disgusted.

"OK"

Shen Moqiu lowered his head slightly, and while speaking, he carefully tied a red rope around Nan Qing's left wrist.

This was during the second semester of Shen Moqiu's senior year of high school.

He had once seen online that there was a Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou with a thousand-year-old tree that symbolizes marriage, and that wishes made there would be especially effective. So, one Friday after school, Shen Moqiu rushed to Hangzhou overnight.

I went to Lingyin Temple, which is said to be very efficacious.

We also saw the marriage tree that is said to be thousands of years old.

The tree was covered with red ribbons, each ribbon carrying the beautiful wishes of couples in love.

Even Shen Moqiu, a staunch atheist, couldn't escape the temptation of love.

So he bought a red ribbon, wrote down his life's wish, and used all his strength to throw the somewhat heavy ribbon extremely high.

Shen Moqiu smiled as he looked at the red ribbon hanging high, but then he looked at the top of the tree.

He looked at the red ribbon at the very top and thought, "I wish I could throw it that high too."

But he didn't know...

Later, Shen Moqiu went to the temple and asked for two more marriage ropes. He tied one to his own left wrist and the other to Nan Qing's left wrist.

The monks at the temple who interpret fortune sticks say that it's best to tie the red ropes on the left wrist.

Because there is a meridian in the left hand that connects to the heart, the left hand is also the limb closest to the heart.

Nan Qing didn't even have time to react.

She just stared blankly as Shen Moqiu tied a rope around her wrist and told her not to mind...

Forehead.

What could she say?

This question is a bit beyond the scope of the curriculum. Nanqing said that it doesn't seem to be taught in the textbook.

So why don't teachers teach these bright-eyed college students how to politely refuse someone?

Shen Moqiu carefully tied the red string in his hand.

After tying one knot, he seemed to think it wasn't enough, so he tied another knot to make sure the rope wouldn't come undone on its own.

Nan Qing looked at Shen Moqiu, who was tying the rope with a serious expression, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly, but she didn't know what to say.

and.

She really felt that the atmosphere was a little strange.

"this......"

"Cough cough."

"Shen Moqiu, I don't really like wearing things on my wrist."

Seeing Shen Moqiu's hurt expression, Nan Qing, who had just finished speaking, could only change her tone and say:

"But your rope is quite pretty, isn't it?"

hehe,

It's just a red string.

Nan Qing really didn't know how to compliment this gift.

Nan Qing, who was secretly thinking about Shen Moqiu, suddenly felt Shen Moqiu move closer to her. She instinctively tried to dodge, but Shen Moqiu's other hand held the back of her head, preventing her from moving away.

"Sink..."

"Shen Moqiu, what are you doing...?"

This is incredibly close!

Even when Nan Qing only uttered the three words "Shen Moqiu," she felt as if she had touched his lips.

Shen Moqiu didn't reply to Nan Qing's words, he just kept staring at her.

Warm breath sprayed onto Nanqing's small face, and Nanqing swallowed, feeling somewhat at a loss.

A few seconds later...

Shen Moqiu then spoke:

"Qingqing..."

Shen Moqiu's lingering affection and the emotions in his eyes were completely undisguised, brazenly exposed to Nan Qing.