Ye Zhiwei was unable to sleep.
She carried the fruit platter upstairs in a daze, her mind filled with thoughts of: Jiang Jianian is so charming! Jiang Jianian is so charming! Jiang Jianian is so charming!
She was not only processing the fact that Jiang Jianian liked her, but also the fact that Jiang Jianian was such a flirt.
When exactly did Jiang Jianian start liking her?
The lighter she gave to the Youth League secretary was taken by Jiang Jianian a long time ago.
She reflected deeply on what other things she had said to Jiang Jianian that had backfired on her.
He actually likes me.
She always gave Jiang Jianian random advice on how to pursue a "green tea" girl, but at that time, the girl actually liked him.
Ye Zhiwei pulled the blanket over her head; her heart was still pounding.
Unable to contain her shock at the fact that Jiang Jianian actually liked her, Ye Zhiwei went back and forth, over and over again, recalling in her mind all the things Jiang Jianian did to her that were hard to resist.
There was also that platinum handcuff under the pillow.
Ye Zhiwei thought of the handcuff necklace she had given him before, and Jiang Jianian's strange and complicated reaction when she gave him the gift. Everything that seemed wrong and strange before now seemed perfectly normal.
Probably no one else would be as desperate as her to offer herself up to someone who likes her.
She rolled around in bed, feeling ashamed and increasingly agitated. After imagining all sorts of things, Ms. Ye successfully sobered herself up. She had been secretly puzzled and unable to sleep that night because of Jiang Jianian's attitude, and now she couldn't sleep because of the various emotions mixed up by what had just happened. She tossed and turned until three o'clock before finally falling asleep.
I have class at 10 a.m.
Ye Zhiwei slept until nine o'clock. When the alarm rang, she hurriedly got out of bed, washed up, and went downstairs. It seemed that Jiang Jianian had a political theory class at eight o'clock in the morning.
Jiang Jianian applied for exemption from most of his courses, but there are some courses that are absolutely not allowed to be exempted or self-studied according to national regulations. Ideological and Political Education is one of them. Not only can it not be exempted, but even professional courses are subject to the student's self-discipline. However, Yenching University only focuses on the full attendance rate of these courses. These kinds of courses are absolutely not allowed to be skipped.
The class starts at eight in the morning, so Jiang Jianian should have left at the right time.
Besides breakfast, Jiang Jianian had actually made a cake of the same design but completely different style after glancing at yesterday's Sweet-Candy themed cake. There was also a brocade box next to the cake.
When Ye Zhiwei opened it, she found it was a box of chocolates.
She tormented herself so much yesterday that she couldn't sleep, and Jiang Jianian probably wasn't in much better shape either, yet he still managed to get up so early to prepare all this for her.
Ye Zhiwei's emotions were subtly fluctuating, but she didn't have time to think about it carefully. Because she might be late for class, Ye Zhiwei packed her breakfast along with her bag and headed to school.
Finally, we arrived at the teaching building at around 9:50.
There was clearly someone waiting for her outside classroom 608 in the teaching building.
When Ye Zhiwei walked in, she saw Tang Ke as expected. Tang Ke was an art major and didn't interact much with the other law students in Ye Zhiwei's class. It was obvious that Tang Ke was blocking the school gate.
Sure enough, as soon as Ye Zhiwei appeared, the class monitor next to Tang Ke also saw her, exclaiming, "Zhiwei!"
Ye Zhiwei went over and nodded politely to the class monitor.
The class monitor pointed at Tang Ke and said, "This girl asked me for the class schedule earlier, saying she needed to talk to you. She just came over and asked me where you were. I thought you might be late, but I didn't expect you to come so early. You two talk first, I'm going in."
Ye Zhiwei nodded, letting the class monitor in. The polite smile she had shown to the class monitor vanished completely when she turned to look at Tang Ke. She looked at Tang Ke expressionlessly and asked coldly, "Tang Ke, is there something you need?"
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