【045】 The male god of Congzhou University
A bitter cold wind howled across the land, sending snowflakes dancing wildly through the air. A thin layer of snow quickly formed on the ground. Students, dressed in thick down jackets, woolen hats, and scarves, hurried through the snow with their heads lowered.
Dormitory 303 was warm as spring. Gu Juan, wearing only a sweater, sat at the table, reading a book. A cup of hot tea rose from a bamboo cup on the table, emitting a thin wisp of smoke.
Liu Hui, covered in snow, pushed open the door and shook his head at the sight. More than three months into the semester, he realized that everyone in his dorm, except him, was extraordinary. Zhao Rui was a sports phenom, Zhang Cong a literary celebrity, and Gu Juan was even more remarkable: a top student. Freshman English majors typically had a relaxed curriculum, but since Gu Juan started studying Traditional Chinese Medicine, he'd been crammed with books for five days a week and even had to attend medical school on Saturdays.
Isn't it said that a top student is a top student? Apart from Sunday, Gu Juan only had no classes this afternoon from 2:30 to 4:30, but he was still reading. Even so, he has never been heard to complain, let alone show any distress. Whether it is professional knowledge of English or professional knowledge of Chinese medicine, it seems to be easy for him. In the beginning, Gu Juan was just famous in school because of his good looks. Now he is really the idol of all the girls in the school, especially when he was wearing a white coat and was accidentally photographed by a student, the girls shouted "handsome". Unfortunately, the male god is "noble and cold" in various ways. He always looks aloof and unromantic. No girl dares to take the initiative to provoke him. And Gu Juan has never provoked any girl. The boys in the school say that he is a very considerate person.
A man followed in behind Liu Hui. He was a young man in his twenties, with an unremarkable appearance. He looked honest and reliable, and was carrying a four-layer thermos in his hand.
"Third brother, your eldest brother asked the driver to bring you food again." Liu Hui looked at him with envy, wishing Xi Lang was his brother.
Gu Juan put down the book and stretched his muscles, "Xiao Sun, you're here."
After starting his double major, he could only go home on Sundays. Whenever Xi Lang was free, he would make extra food and send it over, fearing that he would be strained by his heavy workload. With the New Year approaching, Xi Lang was extremely busy, so his driver, Xiao Sun, had to deliver the food. Gu Juan and Xi Lang hadn't seen each other in over two weeks.
"Gu Juan, eat first. Then read afterward," Xiao Sun urged. When he first met Gu Juan, he was always apprehensive about offending him, seeing his calm demeanor. But as he got to know him better, he gradually warmed up to him.
"How is the old man doing lately?" Gu Juan opened the thermos.
Smelling the fragrance, Zhang Cong and Liu Hui drooled secretly.
Zhao Rui was not at home. He went for a walk in the snow with his girlfriend.
Xiao Sun said, "Boss... very good, but it's almost the end of the year, and there's a lot to do. I'm busy until very late every day."
Gu Juan frowned and took out a bamboo cup from the drawer. It was filled with new tea that he had fried using the tea leaves in his space. It was perfect for refreshing and nourishing the body.
"Take this to him for me. He'll know what's going on. You haven't eaten yet, have you? Go and eat."
Xiao Sun took the bamboo cup and said, "Okay, I'll be leaving first."
As soon as Xiao Sun left, Zhang Cong and Liu Hui came over with a playful smile.
After spending a few months together, Gu Juan had a good impression of his three roommates. He gestured to Zhang Cong and Liu Hui to help themselves to whatever dishes they wanted, and went to the balcony to call Xi Lang.
Zhang Cong and Liu Hui unceremoniously divided Gu Juan's food. Through the glass, they could see Gu Juan mumbling something, a smile playing on his lips. It was a smile he rarely showed even in front of his three roommates, let alone anyone else.
Liu Hui nudged Zhang Cong with his elbow and whispered, "Don't you think the relationship between the third brother and the eldest brother is a little too close?" They had long known that Xi Lang was not Gu Juan's biological eldest brother. Xi Lang was Gu Juan's eldest brother, so calling him by his first name was inappropriate, and calling him Mr. Xi was too formal, so they simply called him "elder brother."
"You can actually tell that?" Zhang Cong did not deny it. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Liu Hui with a teasing look in his eyes.
Liu Hui patted his chest and said, "That's right. Don't look at me as fat, I'm actually a bit delicate."
Zhang Cong reminded: "It's better not to say such things. There's nothing abnormal between the two of them."
"Of course I wouldn't say anything casually. Besides, this is just our guess." Liu Hui said and changed the subject.
At this time, Gu Juan came in after finishing his phone call.
Zhang Cong noticed the title of the medical book on his desk and was stunned for a moment. "Third brother, this looks like a sophomore textbook?"
Gu Juan nodded, "Yes."
"No way? You've finished reading all the freshman textbooks for Traditional Chinese Medicine?" Liu Hui was also surprised.
Gu Juan said casually: "Almost. All the books I read need to be memorized. Now I will memorize more when I have time." His memory is extraordinary, and it is indeed not difficult for him to memorize these.
Liu Hui wailed, "Hey, top student, please leave us a way out."
Gu Juan smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. He thought back to Xi Lang's injury. He had decided to study medicine because of Xi Lang. He didn't want to see someone he cared about injured again, only to be held back by his status as a monk. He was an outlier in modern society, but studying medicine was different; doctors could provide him with a good shield. Furthermore, when Zhang Muheng mentioned that Cao Jie was a medical student and asked him to bandage Xi Lang, he had really taken a liking to him.
He stood up, coat in hand.
"Where are you going if you don't eat?" Zhang Cong asked.
"Xi Lang must be sick. I'll go see him." Gu Juan thought about it and still felt worried, so he walked out while speaking.
Zhang Cong and Liu Hui looked at each other and shrugged.
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