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Liu Lu sent a long voice message, followed by several tens of seconds of other voice messages. Zhu Shiyi resigned himself to his fate and transcribed all of them into text.
My mother went on and on for ages, repeating the same thing over and over. In short, the Empress Dowager's decree was to help Zhu Shijie, a proud sixth-grade graduate, compile the class's graduation speech and PowerPoint presentation.
Zhu Shiyi felt a headache coming on: "But I'm very busy too."
Liu Lu sent another long voice message, summarizing that there were still two weeks until the deadline, so there was no rush and she should focus on her own things first.
Zhu Shiyi sighed softly, feeling miserable. Before she could even feel sad, another message popped up.
Pan Yue: [Sorry, I was a little busy just now.]
Pan Yue: [I also got the ointment from the hospital.]
Staring at the explanation that had been sent proactively, Zhu Shiyi felt a little better.
She knew Pan Yue was busy and trusted him. He had been this busy all this time, and sometimes he would disappear while they were chatting. But as soon as he came back, he would take the initiative to explain so that she wouldn't have to ask. So it wasn't so unforgivable.
Zhu Shiyi forgave her boyfriend so easily and sent him her ID number. Pan Yue then booked an appointment at the orthopedic hospital for Saturday morning, which was the first batch of appointments for tomorrow.
The orthopedic hospital was far from the school, so she asked Pan Yue to pick her up tonight and take her to his house.
Pan Yue had no objections: 【Okay.】
For several months, Zhu Shiyi went to Pan Yue's house every week, but never stayed overnight there again.
Except for... that night when it rained heavily all night.
Thinking of that night, a surge of emotion welled up inside Zhu Shiyi. She silently gritted her teeth, despising herself. "We're still in the library, don't mess around!"
But I lost interest in studying.
Fortunately, Pan Yue had finished work and texted her to come pick her up. Zhu Shiyi then felt at ease and rested. She went back to her dormitory to pack her things, and after dawdling around for a while, Pan Yue arrived.
After finding a place to have dinner, Pan Yue drove her home. As late winter turned to early summer, the pair of cream-colored cotton slippers in front of the shoe cabinet had long been put away, replaced by another pair of cream-colored sandals.
Zhu Shiyi casually slipped on her slippers, walked into the kitchen area, took out a large grape from the refrigerator for Pan Yue, poured a glass of water, and then slumped onto the sofa.
Pan Yue took the strawberries, put down the car keys and Zhu Shiyi's bag, turned around and went to the sink to wash the grapes, then took out the fruit plate and "respectfully" presented it to Zhu Shiyi without even frowning.
Zhu Shiyi smiled, took a grape and started eating it, then fed it to Pan Yue.
“You can play by yourself for a while,” Pan Yue said, his cheeks puffing out as he ate. “I’ll take care of some work.”
Zhu Shiyi tapped his slightly protruding face, which was soft on the outside and firm and bouncy on the inside, quite cute, and nodded casually: "Go ahead."
Pan Yue went into the study, leaving Zhu Shiyi alone in the living room. With the end of the semester approaching and things to do piling up, she forced herself to read despite her struggles.
But when faced with difficult knowledge, Zhu Shiyi became less and less willing to look at it, and more and more desperate as he studied it.
She closed her graduate school entrance exam books, opened her laptop, and decided to do her final assignment first.
The final assignment for the Mass Communication course required Zhu Shiyi to conduct a media analysis of a market product on her own. In order to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination, Zhu Shiyi had hardly listened to any undergraduate courses all semester, and she was completely clueless when she looked at this final assignment.
After searching through some random information and struggling to write a few paragraphs with a brain full of mush, Zhu Shiyi felt a headache and body aches. He couldn't write anymore, so he simply put down his computer for a break and ran into his study.
Pan Yue glanced over when he heard the sound. When he saw her come in, his serious gaze softened for a moment, then he looked away and continued to stare at the computer screen. He frowned slightly, and the blue light blocking glasses reflected the light, hiding a trace of worry in his dark eyes.
"Are you still busy so late?" Zhu Shiyi tiptoed to close the door and said softly, not wanting to disturb him too much.
"It's urgent," Pan Yue said without blinking.
Zhu Shiyi, however, keenly caught a hint of worry in his tone: "What happened?"
Pan Yue was slightly surprised. He turned to look at her, gave her a reassuring look, and didn't explain further: "It's nothing serious, just normal business expansion."
Zhu Shiyi nodded in agreement without asking any further questions, but her face fell as she walked over to Pan Yue.
"What's wrong?" Pan Yue didn't stop typing, but he gave her a look.
Having opened up about her feelings, Zhu Shiyi wore a pained expression, on the verge of tears: "I'm in a bad mood, and my back hurts too."
Pan Yue looked directly at her and, as if to comfort her, reached out and pinched her waist: "Go lie down on the bed for a while and relax your spine."
"No," Zhu Shiyi said clingily, wrapping her arms around Pan Yue's neck, "I just want to stay with you."
"..." Pan Yue secretly licked his lips, stood up, and following Zhu Shiyi's movements, picked her up in his arms.
Zhu Shiyi exclaimed softly, "What are you doing!"
"Nothing," Pan Yue gently bounced her up, steadily supporting her as he walked towards the door, "I'm telling you to go where you're supposed to be."
Little girl, the place you should be is in bed.
"Lie down," Pan Yue said gently as he placed her steadily on the bed. "Wait for me for ten minutes."
Zhu Shiyi obediently responded, then pulled his neck over and gently kissed his lips, noticing Pan Yue's lips curving into a smile.
Ten minutes later, Pan Yue kept his promise and stepped into the guest room again.
Zhu Shiyi opened his arms, as if to hug him.
"Where does it hurt?" Pan Yue hugged her, then lifted her up and easily flipped her over.
"here?"
A large hand slid across her back, pressing down on her waist. Zhu Shiyi couldn't help but tremble and tried to dodge, but was restrained.
“Don’t move,” Pan Yue said in a short, imperative voice, like a command, but with a gentle tone, “I’ll give you a massage.”
Burying her head on the covers, Zhu Shiyi's cheeks were flushed, and she looked like a ripe little seed buried in the bed. After a long while, she finally let out a sound: "...Oh."
The seeds planted on the bed are ripe, but I don't know if they will be able to sprout again.
A warm, large hand pressed down deeply, sliding up and down, left and right, hooking around a certain spot on the side of the waist, tickling the person. Zhu Shiyi groaned softly, arching her back, her face flushed and indignant: "Don't tickle me!"
Pan Yue opened his mouth, looking completely innocent and wronged: "I didn't."
Squinting, Zhu Shiyi scrutinized the man's expression, but couldn't discern anything unusual. Feeling embarrassed, she simply lay back down and refused to look at him, sullenly shifting the blame: "Whatever, it's all your fault anyway. Don't touch that part of my body."
Pan Yue agreed, and obediently pressed his hand against the middle.
Feeling comfortable from the massage, Zhu Shiyi took advantage of the situation and started directing the free masseur, Pan Yue: "A little lower, a little to the left... Yes! Right here, give this area a good massage... Hmm—"
With a punch, the pain and discomfort were intense, and Zhu Shiyi groaned involuntarily.
Pan Yue's alarm bells rang loudly, his fingers involuntarily curling inward, unaware of the force he was applying.
"Gently, gently!" Zhu Shiyi frowned and twisted her waist. "You're hurting me!"
"..." Pan Yue's wandering thoughts returned with a deep breath. He hummed in agreement, supported the girl's waist to straighten her body, and continued the massage, but with less force.
Zhu Shiyi stopped struggling, turned her face to the other side, and occasionally let out a soft moan, offering no resistance. He touched the ticklish spot on her side.
Pan Yue took another opportunity to rub against her, but the girl still didn't react, probably because she was relaxed and didn't notice.
He was completely relieved. He thought he would never be able to touch it again; that spot was soft and felt good, and he had long been used to squeezing it and couldn't change his habits.
"Why are you in a bad mood?" Pan Yue asked while massaging her, recalling her complaints.
At this point, Zhu Shiyi became annoyed: "I can't understand musical form!"
Pan Yue immediately suggested, "Ask Yu Fan."
"I asked, but I didn't quite understand. She said that Brother Shan knows more about this, and told me to go ask Brother Shan."
Pan Yue thought for a moment before remembering who this "Brother Shan" was, initially mistaking it for a folk song. He pursed his lips, his tone indifferent: "Ask away."
However, the force applied in his hand was a bit weak.
“I was also planning to ask,” Zhu Shiyi said bluntly. Sensing that Pan Yue was slacking off, she turned around halfway and said, “Put some effort into this; it’s not enough.”
Pan Yue paused in his breathing, gently closed his eyes, exhaled deeply, and continued massaging, secretly cursing his own heart.
Are you jealous?
"No."
"real?"
"Anyway, you won't see it." Pan Yue casually pinched her waist, making Zhu Shiyi laugh out loud.
"You're quite good at comforting yourself."
She continued, "I still can't finish my homework."
"What homework?"
"It's the final assignment for my Mass Communication class. I've been trying to come up with something for ages but I can't."
"Let me see the assignment requirements."
Zhu Shiyi grabbed his phone, pulled out the request, and handed it to Pan Yue. Pan Yue glanced at it and asked, "What's your topic?"
"I don't know which one to choose, 'The Palace Chronicles'."
Pan Yue thought for a moment and casually outlined an outline: "Introduction to communication, content, marketing, brand, problem analysis, optimization methods. Follow this approach and combine it with the theoretical discussions you have learned."
Zhu Shiyi's mind raced for a moment: "But!"
She chuckled sheepishly, "I didn't attend any classes..."
Pan Yue narrowed his eyes, said nothing more, but tapped her waist with his knuckles as a symbolic little punishment: "Flip through your textbook yourself."
Zhu Shiyi nodded, still unhappy: "I feel like I'm not determined enough. When I see my classmates going to internships one by one, I start to overthink things. I feel like dying."
Pan Yue was not good at comforting people: "Don't die."
Zhu Shiyi: ......
She couldn't be bothered to argue with the straight man: "I was also thinking about the internship credits I need in my senior year, which will take three months. That will interfere with my graduate school entrance exam, and I'm afraid I won't pass it."
I'll issue you an internship certificate.
In short, it's reliable and resolute.
Zhu Shiyi chuckled, her heart brimming like a bottle filled with water, yet still so tender. For a college student, "I'll give you an internship certificate" is more powerful than any empty sweet talk.
Zhu Shiyi felt much more relaxed and continued to complain: "But my mom still made me do my brother's homework!"
Pan Yue frowned, but focused on the key point and didn't give a direct answer: "Why?"
“Now elementary school students are always required to give class presentations and make PPTs. The little kids can’t do it, so it’s just assigning homework to the parents. My mom doesn’t know how to do it either, so I have to do it.” Zhu Shiyi automatically ignored the option of her dad.
Pan Yue paused for a moment, then said, "I'll help him."
Having never considered this option, Zhu Shiyi paused for a moment, then suddenly turned around, got up, and knelt by the bed, her eyes shining: "Really!"
Pan Yue nodded: "But I can't help him write the manuscript."
“He can still write essays,” Zhu Shiyi said sheepishly, “but… nowadays few children go to school, and his writing is terrible. I need to help him revise it.”
"good."
With one less problem to deal with, Zhu Shiyi felt a little relieved. She straddled his lap, hugged Pan Yue, rubbed her face against him, and said in a spoiled tone, "When he grows up, I will definitely tell him about this."
Pan Yue's eyes darkened, his gaze seemingly drifting downwards.
"How so?" The voice was low.
The little girl smiled, her eyes sparkling. She put her hands on her hips and mimicked the tone of a child speaking to another child, saying in a very affected manner, "Zhu Shijie, come and see. This is your brother Pan Yue. Don't you recognize him? He made the PPT for your elementary school graduation speech."
Pan Yue chuckled, feeling a bit better. He casually tightened his grip on his waist and, supporting himself with one hand, steadily stood up. Zhu Shiyi, like a koala, wrapped her arms around his neck.
"what!"
"Wash up."
Zhu Shiyi's face flushed red: "I'll do it myself!"
Pan Yue glanced at him with interest: "It's just brushing your teeth."
Zhu Shiyi: ......
I was terrified; I thought we were going to take a shower together.
The underwear she's wearing today is all sorts of colors and doesn't match at all!
No, even if they're a set, you can't wash them together.
Of course, if all else fails, she'll just have to put up with it and watch him wash.
"I haven't picked up my phone yet."
Pan Yue turned around, withdrew his arm from her waist, supported her buttocks with one hand, bent down to grab the phone from the bed, and without making any other moves, easily carried her into the master bathroom.
The bathroom is black and white, with a minimalist modern style. The only thing that doesn't quite fit the look is the yellow and white toothbrush cups on the mirror frame, which are printed with two cute little dogs.
Pan Yue put her down, silently squeezed out the toothpaste and handed it to her: "Which one do you want to use?"
The electric toothbrushes are also one yellow and one white.
Zhu Shiyi found it inexplicably cute: "When did you buy it?"
Pan Yue didn't answer, only saying, "It was just something I did."
Zhu Shiyi smiled and chose white, deliberately leaving Pan Yue with a cute creamy yellow.
Sure enough, Pan Yue's eyelids twitched, but he didn't dwell on it and immediately accepted the request to start brushing his teeth.
The electric toothbrush was making a buzzing sound. Zhu Shiyi leaned against Pan Yue and tried to act coquettishly: "You brush my toothbrush."
Pan Yue refused to listen: "You just said you wanted to do it yourself."
Do you have any evidence?
Pan Yue agreed, quickly finished cleaning his teeth, and picked up her toothbrush.
After brushing the baby teeth, it's time to brush the molars.
"Open your mouth."
Zhu Shiyi had a wicked idea. She grinned at him with her teeth showing, but refused to cooperate.
Pan Yue tried to use some force but to no avail. He sighed helplessly, tapped a head full of ulterior motives, pinched her chin, pried it open, and probed inside.
Zhu Shiyi tried to back away again, but someone with quick eyes and hands grabbed the back of her head and pressed her down, forcing her to obediently brush her teeth.
After they both took a shower, Zhu Shiyi returned to her room. Pan Yue was sitting by the bed. When he saw her, he stood up, told her to go to sleep early, and then prepared to leave.
She refused and started to act spoiled: "Play with me for a while."
Pan Yue swallowed hard, trying to calm himself down: "What are we playing?"
Zhu Shiyi thought for a moment: "Let's play some games."
Since deciding to take the postgraduate entrance exam, Zhu Shiyi hasn't played games for a long time. Actually, he's still itching to play, but fortunately, he doesn't have any gaming partners, so he can still restrain himself.
With a ready-made gaming partner in front of him, Zhu Shiyi could no longer restrain himself.
Pan Yue agreed.
Once the two logged in, Zhu Shiyi discovered that Pan Yue had accepted her couple request on the very day Yao Liang reunited.
Upon checking their in-game mailbox, they discovered that Pan Yue had sent them over two thousand roses, instantly elevating their romantic relationship to level 12.
Zhu Shiyi was shocked. More than two thousand roses. Although they were game items, it was difficult to collect so many. She probably only had a few dozen in her inventory. There was a daily limit to the number of flowers she could send in the game. It would take her a month or two just to send them all!
"Where did you get so many flowers? Don't tell me you bought them with real money."
Spending money to buy a friend's item is such a waste!
Fortunately, Pan Yue didn't get ripped off: "It was in my bag."
How do you have so many?
“I’ve been playing for so many years, slowly saving up this money,” Pan Yue slowly raised his eyes from his phone screen and stared at Zhu Shiyi, “Who did you send your flowers to?”
Zhu Shiyi: ......
I gave it to my stupid ex-boyfriend, hehehe...
"Let's play lying down!" Zhu Shiyi changed the subject, pulling Pan Yue to take off his shoes and climb onto the bed, each lying on one side. "I still have some flowers in my bag, I'll bring them to you!"
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