Chapter 69 Baby
The sun shines brightly outside the window, filtering through layers of green leaves into the classroom, casting dappled light and shadow on the desks.
Song Juelan happened to be sitting in the sunlight, the light dancing on his deep brows and high nose, a faint smile playing on his lips.
The pleasing scene before her eyes instantly dispelled the slight irritation Wen Zhi had felt from not having enough sleep.
His eyes lit up slightly, and his tone carried a hint of joy: "Why are you here?"
"I didn't have any classes this morning, so I came to see you." Song Juelan helped him remove the straw from the milk carton, inserted it into the foil seal, and pushed the milk towards Wen Zhi's hand.
Wen Zhi lowered her head, put the straw in her mouth, and took two sips of the cool strawberry milk. The sweet and sour, milky liquid slid down her throat, which indeed cleared her drowsy mind.
It was only then that he remembered that a few days ago, at Song Juelan's insistence, he had sent Song Juelan his class schedule for the semester, so Song Juelan knew his schedule very well.
He just didn't expect that Song Juelan would actually come to find him.
Before the school bell rang, students began to walk in from outside, searching for empty seats in the large classroom.
Wen Zhi's gaze swept over the empty seat next to Song Juelan, and she felt a little restless. She hesitated for a moment while biting her straw, but finally decided to go and sit with Song Juelan.
He turned his head, said something to his three roommates, picked up his things, got up, and sat down in the seat in front of him.
He Jin and the other two stared wide-eyed as they watched Wen Zhi get up and leave, all having the same thought in their minds.
This vixen is too cunning; Wen Zhi, with her love-struck mind, is no match for her.
Many people around were secretly watching the situation. When they saw Wen Zhi stand up and calmly walk to sit down next to Song Juelan, they were all shocked.
Were these two really that close?
Wen Zhi had barely sat down in the front seat when the class bell rang. The teacher on the podium cleared his throat into the microphone and began his lecture at a leisurely pace.
This wasn't an important major course, and few people were paying attention. Some were chatting with the person next to them, some were playing games under the table, and some were even taking a nap on their desks.
In front of Wen Zhi was a notebook and a pen. He turned to a blank page in the notebook and wrote the topic of the lesson at the top.
He listened to the lesson absentmindedly for a while, but couldn't help but drift off. He drew a Go board in his notebook and started playing against himself.
Just as I drew a perfect circle in the middle of the grid, a hand with distinct knuckles reached out from the side, holding a pen and drawing an X in the adjacent grid.
Wen Zhi glanced at the uninvited person next to her out of the corner of her eye, said nothing, drew a circle in the square below, and started playing Go with Song Juelan.
He had only intended to play around casually, but after a while, his expression gradually became serious, and he unconsciously sat up straight, clearly having been aroused by the competitive spirit.
Ten minutes later, he stared blankly at the Go board game that took up half a page of his notebook, where almost all the wins were by crossing pieces.
Has this guy trained specifically? How is he so good?
Seeing Song Juelan's large hand reaching out, as if he wanted to continue the game, Wen Zhi quickly closed her notebook and blocked it with her arm, deciding not to play with Song Juelan anymore.
Then he saw a smug smile curl up at the corner of Song Juelan's lips, and the black pen twirled casually between his slender fingers, as if it were a blatant provocation.
Wen Zhi decided to give Song Juelan the cold shoulder for one minute.
Less than half a minute later, Song Juelan hooked his finger under the table, and when he didn't react, she gently scratched his palm with her fingertip.
A slight itch came over her, and Wen Zhi couldn't help but curl her fingers slightly, glancing lightly at Song Juelan beside her.
Unexpectedly, those bright, dark eyes were staring intently at him, her knuckles slipping between his fingers, taking advantage of the situation to interlock her fingers with his.
The room was filled with students all around, and the teacher's voice came from the speakers overhead, giving one the feeling of secretly holding hands in full view of everyone.
Wen Zhi's ears felt slightly warm, but she didn't break free from that warm, large hand.
More than half of the class time had passed, and most of the students were already getting restless. The back row, in particular, was noisy, and the students, taking advantage of the fact that the teacher wasn't paying attention, became increasingly unruly.
Wen Zhi took out her phone, glanced at the time, and casually opened WeChat to reply to a few unread messages.
When he returned to the chat list, he caught a glimpse of someone slightly approaching him, clearly glancing at his phone screen.
Wen Zhi had no secrets she couldn't tell her partner, so she openly placed her phone on the desk so that Song Juelan could see it more clearly.
A deep voice sounded softly in my ear, with a hint of grievance in it: "The only thing you saved for me was my name?"
Wen Zhi paused for a moment, her long eyelashes lifting, not understanding what the problem was, and asked in confusion, "Then what did you call me?"
Song Juelan took out his phone from his pocket, unlocked the screen, opened WeChat, and pushed the phone in front of him.
The only chat box that was pinned to the top had a nickname that was completely different from the other proper nicknames and nicknames—
My dear Zhizhi.
"..."
Wen Zhi's complicated gaze lingered on this cloying nickname for several seconds, speechless.
Finally, under Song Juelan's expectant gaze, he changed Song Juelan's nickname to "Juelan" and added a pink heart symbol after the two words.
Song Juelan's slightly furrowed brows completely relaxed the moment that heart appeared.
The bell finally rang, and everyone in the classroom stood up and rushed out of the door.
He Jin and the other two sitting in the back quickly packed their things and rushed over to find Wen Zhi, asking him if he wanted to go to the Cantonese restaurant at the back gate for lunch.
The students in their dorm all really liked the seafood fried rice at that restaurant, and every Tuesday morning they would go there for lunch since they finished class early.
Wen Zhi nodded without hesitation: "Okay."
The three of them then cautiously focused their gaze on the boy with a very strong presence standing next to Wen Zhi.
They felt that, both morally and logically, they should invite Song Juelan to go with them, but looking at his cold features and aloof aura, no one dared to ask. They felt that there was a sense of distance about him that made people afraid to approach him.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, Song Juelan took the initiative to step forward and gave a simple self-introduction in a calm tone: "Hello, I am Wen Zhi's boyfriend, Song Juelan."
Wen Zhi paused in packing her things, glancing nervously at her three roommates' expressions, worried they would ask about the long-distance relationship she had mentioned earlier.
However, to everyone's surprise, the three of them reacted with unusual calm.
Although they already knew about the relationship between the two last night, the three of them still felt a mix of emotions when they were officially told about it.
Who would have thought that this seemingly respectable junior would seduce Wen Zhi so ruthlessly?
They all greeted Song Juelan, introduced themselves, and asked if he wanted to have lunch with them.
Song Juelan readily agreed and walked out of the classroom with them, heading towards the Cantonese restaurant at the back gate of the school.
He Jin and the other two walked ahead, while Wen Zhi and Song Juelan lagged behind, walking at a leisurely pace.
When they arrived at the Cantonese restaurant, it wasn't lunchtime yet, and there were only a few customers inside. The waiter warmly led them to a six-person square table.
The group of students in dormitory 303 sat down at the table. Just as they were about to order four bowls of seafood fried rice as usual, Song Juelan picked up a menu, quickly scanned it, and then ordered several signature dishes and seafood without blinking.
He Jin and his two companions stared in disbelief. They usually only ordered fried rice here, maybe with one of the restaurant's signature dishes, because everything at this place was expensive. It wasn't that they couldn't afford it, they just couldn't bring themselves to order something so pricey.
Unexpectedly, Song Juelan ordered all the most expensive dishes in the restaurant as soon as he arrived. Just hearing the tempting names of those dishes made their mouths water, and they couldn't help but feel apprehensive about the final bill.
After the waiter noted down the dishes and left, Song Juelan calmly closed the menu and looked up at the three people opposite her with different expressions: "This meal is on me."
The simple four words instantly reassured the three of them, but then they felt a little embarrassed.
He Jin scratched his face and chuckled awkwardly, "How could I possibly accept this? We're the seniors, we should be the ones treating."
Ding Mingjun quickly nodded in agreement and said politely, "Besides, you've taken such good care of our Xiaozhi, how can we let you treat us?"
"I should be thanking you for taking care of him all this time," Song Juelan said with a faint smile, declining their suggestion.
At this moment, the three of them belatedly realized that Song Juelan's meal was a formal "meal to meet" for them, his roommates, as Wen Zhi's boyfriend.
Having figured this out, they were finally at ease and stopped being polite with Song Juelan, thanking him profusely.
The dishes we ordered were served one after another, filling the table with a delicious aroma that made our mouths water.
The group immediately picked up their chopsticks and chatted as they ate, but soon they were completely captivated by the delicious food in front of them and stopped talking, focusing intently on eating.
Before long, the large table of sumptuous dishes was completely devoured by the group, and everyone ate to their heart's content, their bellies round and full.
Song Juelan got up first and went to the counter to pay the bill, while the other four left the restaurant and waited for him to come out under the eaves.
As they stood at the doorway, feeling the wind, He Jin and the other two had even more complicated feelings than before.
They could all see clearly at the dinner table that Song Juelan had been taking meticulous care of Wen Zhi from beginning to end. He was picking food for Wen Zhi, peeling shrimp and crabs for her, and even noticing that Wen Zhi was almost finished with her coconut milk.
In addition, after chatting with Song Juelan for a while, I also felt that the man was well-spoken and insightful, and there was almost nothing wrong with him.
“Xiao Zhi,” He Jin unconsciously rubbed his toes on the ground, advising in a deep tone, “why don’t you choose Junior Song instead?”
Although I don't know the specifics of Wen Zhi's long-distance relationship, it's unlikely to compare to the perfectly matched Song Juelan in front of me.
Wen Zhi was completely bewildered by this nonsensical question. Just as she was about to ask what to choose, a loud voice came from the roadside.
"Wen Zhi! What a coincidence, you're here too!"
Upon hearing this voice, He Jin and Ding Mingjun both revealed undisguised disgust on their faces.
Sun Rongtao strode over with a fawning smile on his face, seemingly ignoring the other people in dormitory 303. He greeted Wen Zhi but couldn't wait to ask, "I got two tickets to the music festival's inner field. Want to go together this weekend?"
He Jin was speechless at this shameless guy. He rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Aren't you annoying? I already told you, he has a boyfriend."
And he has more than one partner, so it's not his turn.
Sun Rongtao's expression immediately turned sour. He scoffed, his tone clearly disbelieving: "He Jin, mind your own business. You said the same thing last time, and we haven't even seen a trace of you since. Who knows if you're making it up..."
Before he could finish speaking, a steady series of footsteps suddenly came from behind him, neither hurried nor slow, and they quickly approached his side.
A tall shadow loomed over, and a pair of cold, dark eyes lowered slightly, as if sizing up someone who overestimated themselves.
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Author's note: Thanks to Milankovic Cycle and Peaceful Years Landmine~
Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution!
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