I usually do many good deeds... If I were to commit a crime, the police should be the ones to arrest me, not God to judge me like this!
Fuck you, God.
Zhao Xun looked up at the umbrella that was blocking out the sky, where raindrops were pattering down.
"…say."
Zhao Sun cursed loudly.
Wow, so much water... rain.
After saying that, he shook his head sadly and sighed to himself.
These past few days, he's been constantly teased by his three adopted sons in the dorm... he can't go on living like this for even a day.
However, he was all alone at that moment.
Lao Bei went to see his uncle as usual.
Brother Jie said he was going to the library to do some literary work for the three-line love letter competition.
At present, it's unclear whether it's literary or not.
But Chen Dan definitely refreshed the library.
Fatty was also unusually absent, saying that there were some trivial matters at the guitar club and the club president needed to speak with him.
"...Let's look at the next submission, oh, it's from a student who writes under the pen name 'Homecoming'."
A gentle female voice on the loudspeaker was reading the script for this year's three-line love poem contest: "Sitting and watching the snow fall on the pear tree gate while brewing tea, the pear tree gate is you, and the heavy snow is also you. Hmm, very touching... I wonder if it will snow in Jiangnan this winter... The students must be looking forward to it, right?"
"...I'm looking forward to it."
Zhao Sun cursed.
He looked up.
I saw that familiar, tall, yet somewhat melancholy figure again downstairs in the second dormitory building.
She was still wearing a mask, but her clothes had been changed to a thin sweater.
A braid is still a braid.
I wonder if she was in a rush to leave, because her braids were a bit frizzy.
She was still carrying a milk tea in her hand.
Zhao Xun smiled cruelly and mockingly, and was about to turn and leave.
But the raindrops overhead made a louder sound.
Halfway through turning around, Zhao Xun glanced at the girl's side out of the corner of his eye. She didn't have an umbrella, but her clothes were dry.
This means the weather was quite nice when she arrived.
And the rain isn't going to stop anytime soon.
…But what does this have to do with him?
Ma Jiaojiao looked up and saw raindrops falling like silk threads.
Even though the glasses she was wearing made her dark circles less noticeable, her eyes still felt sore and her head was a little dizzy.
She was stunned for a few seconds before she realized what was happening.
Oh, the rain is getting heavier.
I didn't bring an umbrella... I'll wait a little longer.
Just then, a figure walked over.
This is the dormitory entrance/exit; it's perfectly normal for someone to be here.
Ma Jiaojiao didn't take it seriously, but the figure stopped beside her.
"Excuse me...am I in the way?" Ma Jiaojiao asked, trying to move aside a little.
But the figure didn't leave; instead, it folded up its umbrella and took off its hood.
The weather was bad, and with the hood pressing down on her hair, Zhao Sun's hair ends looked a bit curly.
"I've been thinking a lot lately about what the chances are of me running into you here, and I've finally figured it out today."
Zhao Xun said calmly, then her voice became somewhat sarcastic: "It's not 'I just happened to run into you,' but that you're here every day."
Ma Jiaojiao's sore eyes widened slightly. She looked at the boy who had mocked her, choked back a sob, and softly cried out:
"Zhao... Zhao Sun... Senior..."
Zhao Xun's mockery was even more blatant:
"Do I even have a junior as stupid as you?"
Upon hearing this, Ma Jiaojiao's eyes not only swelled up but also stung; she really felt like crying.
Maybe the weather was designed to make her cry.
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