After finishing his class, Jiang Zhi casually picked up his phone.
The tall, slender boy stood aloof in front of the podium, his long, thick eyelashes drooping, staring expressionlessly at the few lines of text message on his phone.
His long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles pinched harder and harder, his jaw tightened, and his handsome face gained a touch of chilling coldness.
There were some students in the classroom who were hesitant and embarrassed to come up and ask questions.
Even when she mustered her courage, her face turned bright red.
After all, Jiang Zhi is the college's recognized male god. He studied for five years as an undergraduate and was directly recommended for postgraduate studies. Now he is helping the professors teach classes, which shows his ability.
Jiang Zhi was also known for being aloof and not very talkative. Even in front of his teachers, he was taciturn and not easy to approach.
It's rare to get a word in with him on a normal day.
After class, if I went to him to ask about a topic, he would patiently help me solve it.
"Senior, there's a question I don't quite understand. I'd like to ask you for help." Before the girl could finish speaking, her face had already turned bright red, and she looked shy and timid, clearly having other thoughts in mind.
The question is false.
It's true that she wants to flirt.
Jiang Zhi raised his eyelashes, his eyes revealing a breathtaking indifference deep within them, his pupils like black glass, as calm as the deep sea: "Sorry, I have other things to do."
The boy tidied up his courseware, and even his back looked cold.
Those who were itching to do something in the classroom seemed to have been doused with cold water, no longer daring to harbor any improper thoughts, but they couldn't help but continue to look outside.
He's so handsome.
Even if she has a cold and aloof aura and is difficult to approach.
But there are also many who flock to it like moths to a flame.
Jiang Zhi called his sister back, but unsurprisingly, she hung up on him again, clearly not wanting to hear what he had to say.
He could only communicate with her by sending text messages.
I don't know them.
【you……】
Do you want to go back?
Outside the teaching building, the spring sunshine was bright and beautiful.
The blazing sun shone directly on the boy's snow-white face, making the blue veins on his slender white neck clearly visible.
He lowered his eyes, standing quietly in the sunlight; he didn't like the Qin family.
Deep down, I didn't want her to go back.
But if she wants to.
He was willing.
Jiang Zhi took a deep breath, thought it over and over, tapped the screen repeatedly, and made several deletions and edits.
In the end, all he could say was a few clumsy phrases.
I can make money.
He can make a lot of money.
He will not let her go back to the hard life she used to live; he has the ability to give her everything she wants.
He has grown up.
He had saved enough money, and there were so many things he wanted to say, but he couldn't bring himself to say them.
Looking at the words Jiang Zhi sent, Jiang Yue felt confused for a moment, but then she began to understand.
He's trying to win her over.
The perceptive princess was sometimes able to guess the awkward thoughts of an awkward man.
But Jiang Yue is a very difficult person to coax.
I'm really angry and sad.
They refused to turn back.
She feigned ignorance: "I'm also very good at making money."
After sending the message, Jiang Yue slowly remembered that her younger brother was going to be a big shot who would rise to prominence in the future. Sure enough, once he had grown up, he couldn't help but try to make his presence felt in front of her.
Jiang Zhi stared at those words for a while, then said, "I'll go back if you go back."
Jiang Yue didn't reply to him again; this younger brother was always a bit disobedient.
She had no intention of going back to the Qin family.
Separated by more than twenty years of mountains and rivers, even blood relatives find it difficult to become as close as ordinary parents and children.
There's always something missing.
The original owner's sincerity had been betrayed many times.
She doesn't want to go through that again.
Whenever Jiang Yue encounters a pivotal moment in the book related to fate, she would have intermittent dreams about what would happen next.
It's no longer the text described in the cold, mechanical voice of the system.
Rather, it's about genuine value and a sense of realism, as if you were actually there.
Jiang Yue dreamed of the scenes from the book again after a long time, but this time it was not the same dream as before. Instead, it was as if she was pulled back to the past.
In my dream, it was a cramped, dimly lit little house.
The little girl's face was fair and slightly round, and her eyes were also dark and round, making her very cute.
She gripped the woman's hand, her big eyes filled with both longing and fear: "Mommy, Yueyue is hungry, Yueyue is so hungry, and my little brother is hungry too, Mommy, Mommy."
The woman pushed her hand away in disgust, hurriedly grabbed the wallet from the table, slammed the door shut, and locked the doors and windows as well, afraid that the two children would run out and be seen by the neighbors.
The little girl cried and rushed over, but was still locked inside the door.
She got up from the ground, wiped away her tears, and ran into the room on her short legs.
My younger brother has had a high fever for several days, his face is flushed red, and his pretty little face looks rather pitiful.
The little girl held her brother's hand, crying and bewildered: "Why is it so hot? It's so hot, little brother."
The boy on the bed was already unconscious from the high fever and was sleeping in a daze.
She muttered to herself, "I'll go get you some water, little brother, wait for me."
The little girl had to stand on a stool to reach the kitchen counter. She finally managed to get a glass of cold water, brought it to the bedroom, and tried her best to feed it to her younger brother, but accidentally spilled half of it.
Her stomach was growling with hunger.
She was also communicating with her younger brother, who couldn't talk to her.
"Little brother, are you hungry?"
There's half an egg left over from yesterday in the kitchen. I don't know if it's still edible.
"Little brother, little brother, why aren't you saying anything?"
"Little brother, little brother, I'm hungry! I'm going to eat the eggs!"
In the end, clutching her rumbling stomach, she ran back to the kitchen, held the remaining half egg in her hands, and ultimately couldn't bear to eat it. Instead, she broke it apart little by little and fed it to her younger brother.
She was afraid her younger brother would die.
She wanted her younger brother to wake up soon.
When the little girl got hungry, she ran to the sink in the bathroom to get water to drink. Her belly was round and full from drinking, and she curled up in the corner by the bed and fell asleep.
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