Without anyone noticing, Lu Yibei had changed into a hoodie.
Sitting on a chair on campus and looking up, I see that the once lush green leaves have now turned yellow.
A fallen leaf drifted slowly down with the autumn wind into the hood of Ji Qingqian's sweater, who was sitting next to him.
Lu Yibei took it out.
Ji Qingqian turned to the side, rested her head on the boy's shoulder, and started playing on her phone.
She's been posting a lot of love confession messages on the school's wall lately.
The afterglow of the Computer Science Department's welcome party was still lingering, and as a complete novice making her first stage appearance... she was able to hold her own against the well-known Jiang Zile. Many people had heard of Ji Qingqian's name, but Lu Yibei had always been "unknown," so some people were inquiring about him.
For example, this one:
"The young man singing 'Landscape Painting' is so handsome! Which college is he in? What year is he in? Does anyone know?"
Ji Qingqian's assessment was: "You have good taste!"
She scrolled through the comments section and found one comment with an overwhelming number of likes.
"He's obviously having an affair with Campus Belle Ji. Those who want to pry into her background should save their breath..."
Ji Qingqian's comment was, "You have better taste!"
She even considered creating a new account to give this comment a thumbs up.
Ji Qingqian read a few more posts praising Abei and found herself inexplicably amused.
She's happier when others praise her boyfriend than when they praise her herself.
Lu Yibei looked at the fallen leaf lying in his palm and suddenly said, "It's November."
Ji Qingqian lazily raised her eyes, looked at the boy's face, smiled gently, and said:
"Yes, happy November."
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