Chapter 65 Voyeurism
The fog had not yet lifted in the early morning.
Cong Chun took the earliest bus. It would take more than forty minutes to get from here to the city center and then to the bus stop near Yenching University.
After sleeping through the night.
Cong Chun's right eyelid was even more swollen, and it was even a little difficult to open, like a walnut that had been pried open with a crack.
Cong Chun took out his phone from his pocket, opened the camera app, and took a close-up photo of himself.
He was originally someone who didn't care about his appearance. As long as he could eat and see, that was enough. The most important thing was that he was healthy.
However, at this moment, Cong Chun was shocked by how ugly he looked in the photo.
Cong Chun leaned her head against the bus window, looking aggrieved, like a wilted little blade of grass.
Cong Chun pursed his lips and thought silently, "He looks so ugly now."
Even Mengmeng is prettier than him now.
A moment later, Cong Chun touched his eyelids again; the swelling looked a bit like a bee sting.
Previously in the village, a dog was stung by a bee and its body swelled up. The owner then gave the dog a bath with soapy water.
I don't know if I can wipe my swollen eyelids with soapy water.
The city's roads are smooth and regular, so buses don't bounce around when they run.
As Cong Chun pondered, he began to feel sleepy. The boy unconsciously closed his eyes and took another nap in the car.
Cong Chun dreamed that his face was swollen from being stung by bees. He went to the village to find a doctor for treatment. The village doctor said that his face was swollen from being stung by bees and that he needed to come over to get an injection in his buttocks.
Cong Chun asked the doctor, somewhat embarrassed, if he really needed to get an injection in his buttocks.
The village doctor, wearing a mask, nodded to him and told Cong Chun to half-take off his pants and obediently lie down on the bed.
Cong Chun had no choice but to take off his pants, lie down on the bed, and wait for the village doctor to give him an injection.
Then Cong Chun lay on the bed and glanced over to see the doctor slowly unbuckling his belt.
Why do doctors take off their pants when giving injections?
Immediately afterwards, the doctor pulled down his mask and gave Cong Chun an extremely wicked smile.
When Cong Chun saw that familiar face, he was so frightened that he rolled to the ground, pulled up his pants, and stumbled out of the clinic.
Because Cong Chun's belt was replaced with his shoelaces, it was not easy to take it off or tie it back up.
Cong Chun could only pull up his pants as he ran.
Duan Mingxiao became a village doctor, and Cong Chun didn't want to be killed by the young master.
The next second, Cong Chun woke up; it was a nightmare.
Sitting down, Cong Chun let out a long sigh of relief and patted his chest.
I wonder how the young master is doing now, whether the competition went well, his phone was confiscated, and I don't know if he'll ever see the farewell message I sent him.
After getting off the bus, Cong Chun pulled his luggage to the entrance of Yenching University.
Reappearing here with a completely different mindset, filled with longing and anticipation.
Cong Chun took out his admission notice, filled in some basic information, and entered smoothly.
Upon entering the campus, Yenching School is vast and steeped in history and culture. Ivy climbs over the red brick buildings, yet it blends seamlessly with modernity, with high-tech buildings everywhere. Ideas from different centuries converge here.
Cong Chun received the location of his dormitory building a few days ago: Building B2.
Because today is not the official start of the new student enrollment day, Yenching University is not very lively.
Chun originally wanted to ask a volunteer, but there was a map nearby.
Cong Chun pulled his luggage upstairs and took a look. He quickly memorized the contents of the map and planned a route in his mind.
He was pulling his suitcase and about to go inside.
The next second, the previously clear sky suddenly turned into a torrential downpour.
Summer is characterized by heavy rainfall and rapid weather changes.
Sometimes a sudden downpour will occur, only to stop abruptly after five minutes.
In an instant, the ground was dried by the scorching sun, as if the rain had never happened.
Raindrops hit Cong Chun's face, and he quickly rummaged through his bag for a blue checkered umbrella.
Cong Chun stretched out his arm, gripped the umbrella handle, and pushed it outwards a few times. With a snap, the umbrella frame suddenly bent, and the umbrella surface burst open.
Cong Chun stood awkwardly in the rain. The umbrella didn't block the rain; it was more like a sieve, and the rain just soaked him.
He had no choice but to drag his suitcase forward in the rain.
It was truly a case of "when it rains, it pours," as even his only umbrella betrayed him.
At that moment, a car stopped beside Cong Chun with a moderate honking sound.
The car window rolled down.
It was Lu Tinglan. The man was wearing a white shirt, with a long neck, but his face was pale and somewhat sickly. His eyes were gentle and concerned as he looked at Cong Chun.
Lu Tinglan returned to China and became a lecturer in Yanjing. He just happened to come here today to complete his onboarding procedures.
Although he was just a lecturer, he was not as good as the professors in the college.
However, Lu Tinglan just graduated from a foreign university and skipped the teaching assistant position, making her the youngest teacher in Yanjing.
His abilities had naturally been assessed, since Yanjing wouldn't let people with connections become teachers.
Lu Tinglan opened the car door, and with her slender fingers, she casually picked up a clean, pure white towel from inside the car and draped it over Cong Chun's head.
Cong Chun thanked him in a low voice and was about to raise his hand to wipe it himself.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Tinglan reached out and wiped Cong Chun's slightly damp hair. The smooth hair fell across her forehead, and her eyes drooped slightly, making her look just like a down-on-her-luck little dog.
Cong Chun looked up, and Lu Tinglan then noticed the boy's slightly swollen eyelids.
How so? The corners of the man's mouth involuntarily curled up.
Perhaps realizing her rudeness, Lu Tinglan's eyes then showed a hint of worry, and she apologized softly.
"What's wrong with you?"
Cong Chun covered his eyes; he had just seen the corners of Lu Tinglan's mouth curl up.
The boy muttered that he had been stung by a bee.
Cong Chun originally thought that school would start in a week, and by then his injury would be healed, so no one would notice.
But I still didn't expect to be seen by someone I knew.
A faint smile lingered in Lu Tinglan's eyes.
I got stung by a bee. How interesting.
It's raining.
"I happen to have a car, so it's convenient for me to give you a ride."
Cong Chun refused, and Lu Tinglan's face immediately turned cold.
The next second, a warm smile returned to the man's face, and he resumed his gentle demeanor.
"There's no need to be so polite between friends."
“I am usually very lonely because I don’t know anyone around me when I first returned to China.”
"If you have some free time, Cong Chun, I would like to borrow some of your time privately."
Cong Chun looked up at him, a drop of water falling on the tip of her nose.
"Young Master Duan, he should be interested as well."
After all, Duan Mingxiao had taken the art exhibition tickets that Lu Tinglan had given him last time.
After hearing this, Lu Tinglan sighed helplessly.
“You are different from him.”
The next second, Lu Tinglan's cool palm touched Cong Chun's cheek, as if she had given in.
"Cong Chun, aren't we friends?"
"Does it hurt a lot?"
Chun shook his head. He didn't feel any pain, but his eyelids were numb and he couldn't open them.
This was the first time Cong Chun had encountered someone like Lu Tinglan.
He always speaks very gently and is very polite.
Cong Chun really likes this kind of friend.
Soon after, Lu Tinglan's car dropped Cong Chun off at his dormitory building.
Cong Chun said thank you again.
Lu Tinglan paused slightly, then smiled at Cong Chun.
"I don't want to hear thank you, it's too polite. Please use a different way next time."
Cong Chun frowned, somewhat troubled. "Thank you is too kind. What can I say to make the person who helped me happy?"
The next second, Cong Chun's eyes lit up as he suddenly thought of a great saying that Lu Tinglan would definitely be happy to hear.
"May you be happy and prosperous."
Upon hearing this, Lu Tinglan's pupils dilated slightly, as if she were startled. The next second, the man chuckled.
Cong Chun carried his suitcase and took the elevator upstairs.
Lu Tinglan lazily pulled a metal lighter out of his pocket.
Leaning against the car door, the man slightly raised his chin and smoked a cigarette, the smoke drifting upwards and blurring his delicate features.
The next moment, Lu Tinglan covered her lips and coughed a few times.
The man's originally pale face turned red at the corners of his eyes from choking, giving him a sickly appearance.
Lu Tinglan looked up again and saw Cong Chun peeking out of the dormitory corridor, looking at him.
A hint of worry was visible in his eyes.
Lu Tinglan curled her lips slightly, stood downstairs and silently shook her head, indicating that she was fine.
Cong Chun nodded and went into the dormitory.
A thought suddenly occurred to Lu Tinglan: he suddenly wanted to know what Cong Chun usually did.
A moment later, the man became more and more excited and addicted to it.
The cigarette burned out, and the ash fell onto his fingertips, causing a slight sting, like a mild bee sting.
Lu Tinglan inwardly condemned this as a terrible form of voyeurism, a rare occurrence for him.
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