Secrets and Intuition
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What the hell is she talking about?
"Jiang Qing..." Ye Meiyan said this and changed the topic, "What does that Senior Jiang have to do with this matter?"
Jiang Qing: "I went back in time and, by sheer coincidence, received an invitation to the 70th anniversary celebration with Senior Sister Jiang's name on it. It sounds the same as mine, but the characters are different, yet it happened to be delivered to me at that time."
Ye Meiyan: "Just based on this?"
There are so many people with the same name in the world. If a school is called Ye Meiyan, there will be Ye Xuyan, Ye Meiyan... countless Yanyans. It is too hasty to conclude that they are related to this matter based on just one name.
What's more, they have the same pronunciation but different characters, and the only evidence is that an invitation letter was sent to the wrong person.
Ye Meiyan didn't think Jiang Qing was making a fuss or letting her imagination run wild. After all, they had encountered such a bizarre thing, and no details could be ignored.
But she still felt that there should be other evidence to support Jiang Qing's guess.
Jiang Qing was silent. It was indeed a bit far-fetched for her to say that.
At first, she had never connected Senior Sister Jiang and her time travel together. It was just a small episode of sending the wrong thing. Who would have thought that there was some connection between two unrelated things?
Jiang Qing had never thought about it.
It wasn't until Lin Nanyue suddenly spoke that she overturned her own opinion.
There must be some connection between the two, otherwise, Lin Nanyan wouldn't say that now.
Nine years later, Lin Nanyan shouldn't have answered and hung up that call.
There is a secret between the present Lin Nanyan and the future Lin Nanyan, and this secret must be one they don't want to tell her.
With an extremely strong premonition, Jiang Qing was certain at that moment.
Although Xiaolin Nanyan and Dalin Nanyan had no contact or communication with each other, and could even be said to be two isolated people, she still believed for no reason that there was some kind of tacit understanding between them.
And she noticed it at that moment.
I don't know where this feeling comes from or where it goes, it has no reason and no basis.
But she still chose to believe.
Just like trusting each other countless times in the past.
Jiang Qing looked up and said firmly, "Intuition."
"My intuition tells me that Senior Jiang must have a relationship with me."
Lin Nanyan lowered his eyes, his eyelashes moving slightly, as if he didn't hear anything.
Everyone: ...
Ye Meiyan sensed the conviction in Jiang Qing's attitude and didn't ask any further questions: "Okay, Senior Jiang is related to you, then what?"
"Senior Jiang..." Jiang Qing hadn't finished her words when a hand suddenly appeared in front of her, its fingers moving around and baring its claws as if it was afraid that she couldn't see it.
Jiang Qing slowly pressed down the fingers in front of her eyes, and along her arm she met Song Shuang's surprisingly bright eyes.
"If you have something to say, just say it," she shuddered, "don't mess with me."
"Are we playing a large-scale script-based killing game?" Song Shuang was like a man who had been mute for years and finally heard the words of a miracle doctor. He was so excited that he was like a machine gun. "You traveled through time. You traveled to nine years ago, which is now. The condition for winning the game is to find the starting point and end point of the time travel."
"The only clue now is Jiang Qing, whose student status has been cancelled... Senior Jiang, our mission now is to find Senior Jiang, right?"
"After finding her, uncover the truth and become the game MVP."
The series of words without pause made Jiang Qing a little overwhelmed.
She interrupted and nodded: "You can understand it this way."
"What about me? What about me?" Song Shuang blinked her big eyes and urged impatiently, "What's my script?"
Jiang Qing: ...
"Your script, you—" She was at a loss for words for a moment, unable to think of what script to assign her, so she finally gave up, "Just play it as you please."
"Alright, then I belong to the mobile personnel, the most critical defender," Song Shuang self-consciously summed up. She thought of something and changed the subject, curiously asking, "So what will I be doing nine years later?"
Jiang Qing: "You——"
Song Shuang waved his hand and interrupted her again: "Forget it, forget it, don't tell me, don't tell me in the future, even if I beg you, don't tell me."
Jiang Qing was very surprised: "Why?"
"If I have a good life in the future, then I definitely won't have the motivation to study now. What if it leads to a bad life in the future?"
"If I don't live a happy life in the future, I'll start worrying about it now, and worry about it for nine years. I'll be worried every day, hurting my body and my heart."
Facing the surprised looks from his friends, Song Shuang was extremely proud, holding his head high and chest puffed out, "Why, was I wrong?"
This was the first time Ye Meiyan looked at Song Shuang so seriously: "You are right, very wise."
Yes, I am that awesome.
Song Shuang quietly raised his chin a little.
"But, I've already said—" Jiang Qing naughtily poked Song Shuang's raised chin back, "Nothing has changed, now, in the past, in the future, at all."
"Ahhh, never mind." Song Shuang wanted to hit Jiang Qing's restless fingers, but she dodged so quickly that she missed. She could only rub her chin, which was dented from every poke. "Anyway, don't tell me. I don't want to know."
Jiang Qing glanced at her, raised her hand, and swore solemnly: "I swear, even if Song Shuang kneels on the ground and cries and begs me to tell me, I will never tell her."
"Jiang-Xiao-Qing," Song Shuang gritted his teeth and roared, "Who wants to cry bitterly?"
Jiang Qing added fuel to the fire: "You don't want to know anyway, so it's definitely not about you."
Seeing that the two were about to get into a fight, Ye Meiyan had no idea where the topic was going to turn. She quickly spoke up to stop the fight, "Do you have any specific information about Senior Sister Jiang?"
Jiang Qing's smug expression faltered. "I asked the class teacher, and Senior Jiang's student status had already been revoked. In situations like this, she either transferred to another school, dropped out, or..." She raised her eyes, and at that moment, an inexplicable emotion seemed to surge through her. "She died unexpectedly while still in school."
As the last note fell, the joyful atmosphere froze immediately.
Soon, Chen Heng smiled, breaking the strange atmosphere: "It seems that Senior Jiang and I are in the same situation."
Song Shuang nodded immediately: "Yes, yes, transferring schools is very common."
No one mentioned the worst possible scenario.
Jiang Qing: "I only know her student ID and name, nothing else."
"We have two clues now. One is the recorder, and the other is Senior Jiang." Lin Nanyan picked up where Jiang Qing had left off and analyzed the situation clearly. "Jiang Jiang has looked for the recorder, but there's no trace of it. So our only clue right now is Senior Jiang, so we must first find her and keep an eye on her."
Song Shuang was eager to try: "I'll ask Zhao Xiaona. She's a gossip girl in our school. I haven't talked to her for a long time. She must know."
"Forget it, that's too roundabout. I have a way." Jiang Qing rejected Song Shuang's proposal.
The bell for the end of get out of class rang, and the sound of footsteps came from the end of the silent corridor.
Jiang Qing swaggered down the long corridor and stood in front of the door of Class 1, Grade 3. As the teacher walked out, and several boys rushed out from under her, she quickly grabbed the first girl who left and said, "Hello, excuse me, could you please call Jiang Qing from your class?"
The girl who was dragged was confused: "Jiang Qing? There is no one with this name in our class, right?"
Jiang Qing remained calm: "Oh, I must have remembered it wrongly. Sorry to bother you."
As she watched the female classmate walk away, a head suddenly popped up from behind her. The head followed Jiang Qing's gaze, following the female classmate's retreating figure. A voice said faintly, "Is this the good idea you mentioned?"
Jiang Qing pressed her index finger against her forehead on her shoulder, pressed it down, it popped up, pressed it down, it popped up again.
"Why isn't it a good idea? It's so simple and direct."
Song Shuang was speechless because of being blocked. It was very direct, but she didn't expect it to be so direct.
It's easy to call someone, but the key is to think carefully about finding that person and how to answer when they ask you what you're doing.
Seeing that Jiang Qing had already rushed to the door of Class 2, Song Shuang persisted in being the guardian behind her: "Wait for me."
Three hundred meters away from them, at the corner, four people were standing quietly.
Chen Heng leaned against the wall with his arms folded, a smile spreading across his face, "It's indeed a good idea."
He bumped his shoulder against the boy next to him, "Don't you think so?"
Lin Nanyan didn't answer, but just took a few inches away from him.
Ye Meiyan observed the situation on the opposite side and ignored the movements behind her.
They're just two peacocks spreading their feathers, nothing special to see.
Everyone rushed to go with them, but was rejected without a second thought.
She stared intently ahead. Two girls stopped at the door of Class 4 and were led out by a very tall girl. She looked carefully at them. It was too far away to see clearly, but it wasn't a big deal.
Is that Senior Jiang Qingjiang?
Ye Meiyan was about to walk over when she saw the two girls say goodbye to each other and move towards the door of Class 5.
She withdrew her foot expressionlessly, oh, it turns out not to be.
On the corridor, Song Shuang asked, "Isn't that the one just now?"
Jiang Qing looked at the note in her hand. She couldn't remember her student number clearly. She only remembered that the last digit was 69 or 96. When she heard Song Shuang's question, she felt helpless.
"How could I have known that classmate was such a master of phonics? I said Jiang Qing, but she heard it as Jiang Cheng."
"Jiang Qing, Jiang Qing, the river of rivers, lakes and seas, light and easy."
"Is my Mandarin pronunciation not standard? Let me tell you, even without professional training, my Mandarin is at a Class 1B level, which is very difficult to achieve."
"Of course your pronunciation is standard. I heard it clearly. It was Jiang Qing, not Jiang Cheng," Song Shuang nodded subconsciously, but soon had a new question. "But what is the level of Mandarin Level 1B? I didn't know there was such a division."
"Oh, I forgot," Jiang Qing explained. "When you go to university, you take the Mandarin language certificate exam. It's divided into Level 1A, Level 1B, Level 2A, and Level 2B. Those without professional training can usually get a Level 2 certificate."
"Those majoring in broadcasting and hosting may get a first-class certificate, but for those majoring in other subjects, it's just a matter of getting multiple certificates, which has no practical significance."
"So it's possible to do this. What do you think of my Mandarin?" Song Shuang seemed to be lost in thought. She cleared her throat and tried to pronounce each word clearly and forcefully: "Jiang Qing, ji-ang, qi-ing..."
She drew out her voice, which sounded a little strange.
Jiang Qing chuckled and was about to laugh at her deliberate nasal tone when she heard a voice behind them ask uncertainly.
"Excuse me, are you looking for me?"
Jiang Qing's smile froze on her face, and she immediately shut up. She and Song Shuang looked at each other for two seconds, and then a big smile appeared on her face.
She turned around and said, "Is that Senior Jiang Qing? Jiang means rivers, lakes, and seas, and Qing means relaxed."
Two steps away, there stood a girl, wearing a black and white school uniform that fit her body perfectly. She had fair skin and was tall, with her black hair tied behind her head, with only a few playful strands of hair moving gently by her ears.
"I am," Jiang Qing said seriously, "Jiang means rivers, lakes and seas, and Qing means relaxed."
"You—" she asked hesitantly, "what do you want from me?"
Jiang Qing didn't know whether Senior Jiang heard what they said behind them, but since she didn't mention it, she pretended that she didn't hear it.
She grabbed the hand that was poking at her from behind, anxiously signaling her to think of a solution, and explained to Jiang Qing with a smile as if nothing had happened.
"It's like this, Senior Sister Jiang, we received a package with your name on it. I don't know if it was sent to the wrong address or something, but it was delivered to me."
"Coincidentally, my name is also Jiang Qing, but it's the Jiang of ginger and the Qing of sunny days, so they have the same pronunciation but different characters."
"Maybe it was a mistake because the names were too similar, so I came to return the package."
"Express delivery?" Jiang Qing frowned, and after careful recollection, he realized that he had indeed not bought anything. "I don't think I have any express delivery."
Jiang Qing was surprised: "Really? Did I make a mistake?"
She pretended to pull out a small black package from her pocket and asked, "So, does Senior Jiang's student ID number end with 6 and 9?"
Although Jiang Qing was confused, she still answered: "Yes."
Jiang Qing clapped her hands. "That's right, it's your package, Senior Jiang."
Jiang Qing asked: "Is there any connection between express delivery... and student ID number?"
"Ah? Student ID?" Jiang Qing looked annoyed. "Sorry, sorry, it's your phone number. I made a slip of the tongue. Does your number end with 6 or 9?"
Jiang Qing shook his head, "No."
She said calmly, "Since it doesn't match, you must have found the wrong person. It's not my courier."
Jiang Qing apologized, "I'm so sorry to bother you. Maybe I found the wrong person."
"I don't know who sent the express delivery. They are so irresponsible. I have to find someone myself. I want to complain to them." She complained angrily and strongly.
Song Shuang glanced at Jiang Qing and said nothing.
"I'm sorry for wasting your time, Senior Jiang," Jiang Qing sincerely offered compensation. "How about this, to make it up to you, I'll treat you to some snacks."
Jiang Qing quickly waved his hands: "No, it's okay."
"Yes, yes," Jiang Qing pushed Jiang Qing out, "Don't be polite with me, or I'll feel guilty."
Song Shuang was also pulling at the corner of someone's clothes, swearing not to let anyone escape: "Yes, don't be polite to her, she is a wealthy woman."
Jiang Qing held up the meal card she had snatched from Lin·Da Hu·Nan Yan's pocket, very generously.
"Let's go and celebrate our fate of being from the same school and having the same names. Don't refuse."
As they pushed and pulled, Jiang Qing couldn't resist their enthusiasm and followed them out.
Just then, she saw a girl walking towards her. She stood in front of her elegantly, calmly and firmly and stopped.
The girl was holding a white recorder in her hand. She clearly heard the girl asking:
"Is this yours?"
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