Chapter 3 Storm
"Ding——" a new email reminder came from the laptop.
Pei Song opened it and saw that it was an email from the Department of Mathematics at M University.
The sender is "L.Schneider" - isn't this Leon's last name?
The content of the email was simple: "Starting next week, I will be preparing for my thesis defense at home. If you plan to move, it is recommended that you complete it this weekend. In addition, my project team will occasionally come to discuss issues, and I hope it will not disturb you."
It was still that business-like tone.
But the information revealed between the lines surprised Pei Song a little - the other party seemed to be a student as well?
But the powerful aura he displayed just now was totally unlike that of an ordinary student.
At this time, Su Mi sent a message: "How do you like the house? Did my cousin give you a cold shoulder?"
"Fortunately, the contract has been signed." Pei Song replied, hesitating for a moment and then asked, "Is your cousin in Puting College?"
"Oh, he's a PhD student majoring in Putting at M University, and I think he's in the field of AI." Su Mi explained, "But he's super awesome. I heard he was admitted directly to a Ph.D. program and has won several international awards. But he has a weird personality and a stern face all day long."
Pei Song nodded thoughtfully.
No wonder he has an aura different from that of ordinary students. It turns out he is a top student.
But it’s also true that anyone who can study for a PhD at M University is not a simple person.
"But don't worry," Su Mi continued, "Although that guy has a cold personality, he is very sensible. Compared to your current roommate, he is definitely more reliable."
Pei Song smiled bitterly.
Yes, in this situation, what is more important than safety?
Over the next few days, he began to deal with the moving process.
Since most of the stuff was rented furniture, there wasn't much to pack.
He deliberately picked the time when Leon went to school and transported the luggage in several batches.
Every time he entered or left the apartment, he would carefully observe his surroundings.
Although James never reappeared, the feeling of being watched lingered.
Even when he was packing things in his new home, he would unconsciously prick up his ears and listen to the noises outside the door.
Leon seemed to sense his uneasiness and took the initiative to explain the access control and security settings to him.
Although the tone was still cold, this thoughtfulness made Pei Song feel a little warm.
Finally, on Friday night, Pei Song packed the last box.
Looking at the brand new room, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Although it still feels a little unreal, at least it's safe here.
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the sound of keys turning outside.
It's rare that Leon comes back from the laboratory so early today. Normally at this time he should still be discussing things with the project team.
Pei Song subconsciously held his breath, waiting for the footsteps to fade away.
But this time, the footsteps stopped at his door.
"I ordered dinner." Leon's voice came through the door, still in that businesslike tone, "If you want to eat."
Pei Song was stunned for a moment. Is this... inviting yourself to dinner?
He hesitated for a long time, and finally chose to stay in the room.
Right now, he is not ready to have close contact with anyone.
The person outside the door didn't seem surprised, and the footsteps gradually faded away.
Soon, the sound of keyboard typing came from the next room, as fast and rhythmic as ever.
Pei Song leaned against the head of the bed, listening to this familiar yet unfamiliar voice.
This was his new life—with a roommate who hardly spoke, in a suffocatingly quiet environment.
But at least it's safe here.
On Saturday morning, a sudden storm interrupted the good weather in City M.
Pei Song was packing up in the room when he heard a messy noise coming from the balcony.
When I looked over, I saw that a pile of papers on Leon's balcony were blown all over the place by the wind.
He remembered that Leon had gone to the lab early this morning.
A piece of paper floated to the gap in the balcony railing and was about to be blown away by the wind.
Pei Song quickly sent a message to Leon: "The paper on your balcony is about to be blown away by the wind, do you need help collecting it?"
"Thank you for the trouble." Leon replied quickly.
Pei Song walked to the balcony and found that the situation was worse than he had imagined.
Not only were the papers scattered everywhere, some of them were stuck on the outside of the security net, and strong winds could blow them away at any time.
He tried to reach the papers through the gap in the guardrail, but he was completely out of reach.
Pei Song looked at the papers outside, then at the folding clothes rack on the balcony, and came up with an idea.
He carefully extended the clothesline, and using the clips on the top of the clothesline, he began to "fish" out the papers that were stuck outside one by one.
This process is extremely demanding on your patience.
Several times the trapped papers were blown away by the wind and he had to try again.
Heavy rain occasionally drifted into the balcony, soaking his sleeves.
Finally, after exhausting all the tricks, the last paper was successfully rescued.
Pei Song let out a long sigh, carefully spread out the paper that was wet by the rain to dry, and then put it in order and placed it on the coffee table.
"They've all been collected. Some of them are a little wet from the rain. I'll hang them up for you." He texted Leon.
The other party just replied with a simple "thank you".
In the afternoon, Pei Song was packing in his room when he heard the doorbell.
It was a delivery man, carrying two exquisite lunch boxes: "Takeout from Room 2704."
Pei Song opened the door suspiciously: "But I didn't order takeout."
"Mr. Leon ordered it," the delivery man explained, "and he told me to deliver it directly to my room."
When you open the lunch box, the aroma hits your nose.
It is the signature dish of a two-Michelin-star Chinese restaurant - braised Dongpo pork with truffles.
My phone vibrated. It was a message from Leon: "Thank you for the morning."
It was as brief as ever, but it made Pei Song feel a special kindness.
Pei Song took a bite and it tasted really good, but he always felt like something was missing.
He thought back to the days when he used to work on dishes in the kitchen.
As a food blogger, he actually hasn't cooked properly for a long time.
Just as I was thinking about it, my phone vibrated.
Still a message from Leon: "How does it taste?"
"It's delicious, thank you." Pei Song thought for a moment and added, "But it would taste better if you could adjust the heat."
The other party was silent for a while, and then replied: "Can you do it?"
"Well, I have a food account on Instagram where I often research various dishes."
This time, Shi Yanchen took a long time to reply: "I'll try your cooking when I have a chance."
It was still that emotionless tone, but Pei Song could read a hint of expectation from it.
Food can really bring people closer together.