Professor Ji said that they should create a group chat, and then he would join it so that they could ask him questions in the group chat later.
This is Ji Yanci!
The youngest finance professor and vice dean in Kyoto University's history, he boasts numerous honors and research achievements, and attends national-level conferences. People below the professor level at Kyoto University might not even have his contact information.
The result! Professor Ji actually wanted to join the group chat created by these high school seniors!
They! What incredible luck they had!
Wu Qiuqiu, the class monitor of Class 36, was stunned at first.
After realizing what was happening, he stammered, "Ah... Oh, thank you, Professor Ji. I'll get everyone into the group right away!"
Everyone hurriedly pulled out their phones.
Wu Qiuqiu quickly set up a face-to-face group chat, afraid of wasting time and making Professor Ji wait, which would annoy him.
But Ji Yanci showed no impatience whatsoever.
He simply stood next to Jiang Nian, squeezed her hand, and frowned slightly: "Why are your hands so cold even though you're wearing a coat?"
He glanced at his assistant, who immediately and perceptively handed him a glass thermos filled with goji berries: "Professor Ji."
Ji Yanci shoved the thermos into Jiang Nian's hand, his profile clearly defined: "Use this to warm your hands first, then you won't be cold when you turn on the air conditioning in the car."
Ahhh!
The girls present were screaming inwardly.
Professor Ji is so handsome.
And he spoils Jiang Nian way too much!
Although his expression and tone were indifferent, his attention was actually focused on his younger sister.
After the group was created, Ji Yanci actually joined it.
His profile picture and nickname are just as everyone imagined him to be; his WeChat name is his real name, and his profile picture is a picture of the night sky.
Profound, vast, and captivating.
"Thank you, Professor Ji, for your guidance tonight." After the group chat was set up, the class monitor breathed a sigh of relief and took the lead in expressing his gratitude to Ji Yanci.
"You're welcome." Ji Yanci said calmly, looking at Jiang Nian, "Nian Nian, let's go home."
Once outside the auditorium, I discovered that the temperature had dropped even further, almost ten degrees lower than during the day.
The weather forecast didn't predict rain today. But now it's already starting to drizzle, mixed with the howling wind. Standing in the wind, even voices are trembling and hard to hear.
There is some distance between here and the parking area.
Seeing that Jiang Nian's hair was all messed up by the wind, Ji Yanci looked down and asked, "Are you cold?"
Although Jiang Nian was only wearing a T-shirt, she was also wearing Ji Yanci's jacket and holding a thermos. Actually, she was fine.
On the contrary, the second brother himself was only wearing a thin shirt, and he looked cold in the wind and rain.
"Second brother, I'm not cold, you..."
The next second, Ji Yanci had already put one arm around Jiang Nian's shoulder, making the large coat completely and tightly wrap around her body.
He placed the back of his other hand on her forehead, shielding her from the rain. His long, slender legs, encased in neatly pressed trousers, strode forward, protecting her as they walked, unconcerned about getting wet himself.
Once they were in the car, Ji Yanci turned on the air conditioning.
With the heater on, the two people's bodies, which had been numb from the cold wind, gradually recovered, and the car started and drove towards the Ji family's house.
"If you need anything for your studies in the future, just tell your second brother."
"You won't cause any trouble with your second brother."
Ji Yanci gripped the steering wheel and spoke.
Jiang Nian knew that everything her second brother did today—whether it was publicly revealing that he was her brother, publicly confronting Jiang Sheng, or having Class 36 create a group chat and joining it himself—was all for her sake. He was protecting her like this.
She understood and was grateful, but she wasn't good at expressing it. In the end, she only said, "...I understand, thank you, Second Brother."
*
Jiang Nian was somewhat distracted throughout the journey.
The more I try not to think about it, the more I think of the little Alaskan Malamute in Si Boye's arms, and Si Boye's words, "I'll wait for you."
Unconsciously clenching my fingertips.
I can't keep arguing with him.
The deeper the bond, the harder it is to break free.
But even after returning to her room, Jiang Nian couldn't shake off the inexplicable feeling of unease and frustration in her chest.
Somewhat unexpectedly, by eleven o'clock, the wind and rain outside the window had grown stronger and stronger, but Si Boye had not sent any more messages.
The man was surprisingly quiet tonight.
Jiang Nian felt she should be grateful, but almost unconsciously, she would subconsciously look at her phone.
A short while later, I received a message.
Opening it reveals another photo.
It turned out that her room was photographed from the outside.
The leaves of the big trees outside were blown about by the strong wind, while warm yellow lights shone inside the house.
Jiang Nian held her phone for two seconds, then reacted in disbelief and ran to the bedside to open the window.
Sure enough, a car was parked under a big tree outside the villa, and a black figure was standing outside the car, almost blending into the night under the rain.
"..."
Jiang Nian's pupils contracted, and her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
On this stormy night, the servants of the Ji family went to bed early.
As Jiang Nian ran out with her umbrella, she saw Si Boye leaning against the car door in the distance. He had a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, and when he saw her coming, he immediately stubbed it out.
However, even though he was under the tree, the man didn't even use an umbrella, letting the wind and rain blow against his body and face through the gaps in the leaves.
His black shirt was completely soaked, clinging tightly to his body. His disheveled hair was also mostly wet, and water droplets slid down his refined, untamed face. Yet, he didn't look disheveled at all; instead, he became even more alluring.
"Nian Nian..."
Si Boye called out.
"...Don't call me that."
Jiang Nian, holding an umbrella, went over and stood in front of Si Boye. The restlessness and turmoil in her heart were almost impossible to calm, and the words just blurted out.
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