Rong Yan: "...Actually, being over 80 is a really high match. I think ours is probably not low either, but..."
The words written in black and white appeared before his eyes, and he swallowed the second half of the sentence in an instant.
Jiang Jiang was still waiting for the next move, and peeked out: "It's okay, it's okay. Even if the match isn't high, it doesn't mean everything."
But Rong Yan seriously retorted: "No, I think the implementation of the matching test standard is a very great thing."
Jiang Jiang: “…?”
Are you okay?
"You're saying that." Jiang Jiang's face showed a sly expression, "Why, is it a good match with the person you like?"
"......Um."
Rong Yan did not deny it.
After seeing that number, I felt a sudden surge of joy in my heart, and a feeling similar to that of sweetness after suffering, which could not deceive anyone.
Including himself.
In fact, the two hadn't gotten along since school. One was an aristocrat with a strict self-imposed control urge, while the other was a commoner who didn't care about the so-called powerful and just went about his business.
At the beginning, Rong Yan would feel ashamed and annoyed that he was being dominated by a Japanese, especially a Japanese who was a head shorter than him and looked like an Omega.
When did this shame start to change?
Rong Yan remembered something.
In the library late at night.
On the eve of the final paper deadline for his military theory class, Rong Yan habitually stayed in the study area, revising his report over and over again. The sound of his fingertips tapping on the keyboard was particularly clear in the silent space. At two o'clock in the morning, he rubbed his aching neck and looked up to find a single lamp still on in a corner not far away.
——It’s Jiang Jiang.
She had fallen asleep on the table, her cheek pressed against the open book, her eyelashes casting a small shadow in the light, and a pen loosely clenched in her hand. Rong Yan wanted to leave immediately, but for some unknown reason, he stopped in front of her table.
This was different from the cold expression in the practical class where he would start attacking fiercely just by finding a mistake or omission.
Now she looks exceptionally gentle. In fact, she knows that willingly being inferior to others will make her life difficult in school, but she still stubbornly climbs up.
Even some people who had given her a hard time at first were gradually attracted to her.
The night wind blew in through the half-open window, rustling the pages. Rong Yan stared at her, frowning slightly, and suddenly reached out to close the window.
——Then he took off his coat and gently covered her shoulders.
“Hmm…”
Jiang Jiang stirred drowsily, and Rong Yan froze instantly, afraid that she would wake up. But she just unconsciously rubbed his coat and fell asleep again.
At that moment, Rong Yan suddenly realized that the frequency of his heartbeat... was not normal.
…
"So, how much is it?"
Jiang Jiang's voice brought him back to reality. Rong Yan's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he turned the phone screen towards her——
Matching degree: 99.99999...%
Below is her name.
Jiang Jiang: “...Huh?”
"…Is the instrument broken?"
I've never seen so many decimal matching scores before, it's like the system has made a mistake and generated gibberish.
Because the number was so outrageous, the person involved was unable to express any emotion other than surprise.
Rong Yan grabbed her wrist and said in a low voice, "What do you think?"
His fingertips were burning hot, and cedar pheromones wrapped around him uncontrollably.
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