"Wait," Zhou Jing stopped Yi Qingqing who was about to get the basin.

Yi Qingqing looked at her: "What's wrong?"

"Are you really the legendary object of classmate Yun Guyuan?" Zhou Jing had a subtle expression.

To be honest, after the counselor told Yun Guyuan about his college entrance examination scores and saw his superior appearance and nice clothes, all the girls in the clinical class developed a liking for Yun Guyuan.

But Yun Guyuan’s self-introduction was too explosive.

As a result, everyone's desire to get to know him better and take further steps has diminished, but they have become more curious.

"Yes," Yi Qingqing said, "What is a legendary object? Where did the legend come from?"

"Ahem, your date is really great. I suggest you ask him tomorrow how he introduced himself today. You'll be pleasantly surprised, really!"

After Zhou Jing finished speaking, she patted Yi Qingqing's hand again.

She felt balanced in her heart. Before, she was just like everyone else, wondering what was so special about Yun Guyuan's legendary partner.

If it was Yi Qingqing, who also scored 393 points, was good-looking, and seemed to come from a equally good family, then I really couldn't compare to her. It turned out that outstanding people were attracted to outstanding people.

But she is no worse than others, and she will work harder!

Because she was the second in the class and the first in the dormitory, she had become somewhat complacent now. She wanted to read books, study, and surpass others while they were in love!

Yi Qingqing: "..."

Halfway through the conversation, how could she feel at ease to take a shower?

She also stopped Zhou Jing who wanted to climb onto the bed to read a book: "Comrade Zhou Jing, you are not a man of honor! You shouldn't keep me in suspense. What did he say?"

Song Hemei also nodded repeatedly: "That's right, what did you say?"

The others also looked curious.

Zhou Jing's face suddenly turned red, and she coughed lightly: "Hello everyone, I am Yun Guyuan who has a partner, please take care of me."

"Ahh! So imposing!" Song Hemei covered her mouth. "I didn't expect that classmate Yun, who looks a bit introverted, actually has such a side. Qingqing, he must like you very much! When you introduced yourself today, you should also add a sentence like 'Hello everyone, I am Yi Qingqing who has a partner', hehe!"

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Yi Qingqing's face also turned red: "What are you talking about? I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to take a shower. Everyone, keep your eyes open and don't look into the corner!"

As he said this, he hurried to get the basin.

"Hahaha! She is shy!" Wu Yinghua laughed.

Amid the laughter of her roommates, Yi Qingqing moved a small stool and huddled in the corner.

He poured boiling water from the thermos, soaked the towel in the basin, twisted the two corners of the towel with his pointed fingers and lifted it up, waiting for the heat to dissipate. All Yi Qingqing's mind was filled with the words "I am Yun Guyuan, who has a partner."

She didn’t know if it was because the water was too hot or her face was too hot, but Yi Qingqing felt like something was wrong with her.

Once again, I sigh, Ayuan is so talented!

Although she was willing to tell others that she had a partner, she couldn't bring herself to include that fact when introducing herself because she felt embarrassed.

Although he has been single since birth, why is he so outstanding?

I have memories of two lifetimes!

Although she had no personal experience in her previous life, she had seen a lot!

Yi Qingqing wrung out the towel until it was no longer so hot and at an acceptable temperature, and covered her face with it.

I feel like I have lived my previous life in vain!

Lord Yan Jun is not lying to me, she does have a destined marriage, A Yuan is her destiny! So safe!

"Oh, Qingqing is so happy. I want to find a partner too!" Song Hemei sat on the bed with her knees hugged, holding her chin and sighing.

"Who isn't?" Chen Lijun sighed in the same sitting position.

"By the way, are there any good-looking and academically competent male classmates in your foreign language department or clinical class?" Song Hemei said.

"I think Tang Hua, the monitor of our Russian class, is pretty good," said Zhao Fangfang, sitting at the desk.

"There are a few good-looking students in our English class, but I don't know how their academic performance is," said Wu Yinghua.

"Didn't you say that your pharmaceutical class is full of boys? Is there no one who looks decent?" Zhou Jing couldn't help asking.

"Oh! Don't mention it. Some people look okay, but once you get to know them a little, you lose all your fantasies," Song Hemei said in a difficult tone.

Zhu Hong shook her head: "Cherish the opportunity to study. If you have a good job after graduation, you can find a good partner."

"What Zhu Hong said makes sense. Let's hurry up and preview the new textbooks!" said Xia Lan.

"Yes, yes, study!" Zhou Jing was reminded. She clearly wanted to go to bed to study, but when Yi Qingqing pulled her aside and asked her about it, she said she had forgotten. What a sin!

After a while, everyone who was chatting picked up the book and started reading.

Song Hemei moved her things in yesterday, made the bed and went home. She had lunch at home before coming here today. She had never seen such a scene before.

We were just chatting, why are you starting to study now?

The switching speed was a bit fast and she said she was a bit overwhelmed.

"Student Song Hemei, stop daydreaming and review your lessons quickly! You won't have anything to study when the lights go out," Zhao Fangfang reminded her, patting Song Hemei on the shoulder.

"Oh," Song Hemei nodded mechanically, picked up a textbook on the table mechanically, and opened the first page.

Yi Qingqing took a simple bath and came out of the small corner with the basin. Song Hemei was as if she had been pardoned and rushed to say, "I'll take a bath next."

"I've put the bench there. You can sit on it when you take a bath," said Yi Qingqing.

At the moment, it seems that everyone in the dormitory gets along well, so she doesn't need to be so on guard. She doesn't plan to lock the bench in the cabinet for the time being.

"Okay!" said Song Hemei.

After Yi Qingqing poured the water in the basin into the toilet in the bathroom, she came back and climbed onto the bed.

The salt water bottle filled with hot water had already warmed the quilt at her feet. Yi Qingqing sat down on the bed, dragged out a small table, and took out a roll of cellophane, a pair of scissors and a small bottle of glue from the wicker suitcase.

In order to get better light, she used a wooden clip to lift half of the bed curtain, and then began to cut paper to wrap the book.

These textbooks don’t even have plastic covers. If they are not covered with covers, they may wear out quickly if you flip through them frequently.

Although cellophane is quite thin and not very wear-resistant, it is cheap and not eye-catching, and looks good when used for wrapping.

"Yi Qingqing, why do you have a small table?"

Zhao Fangfang, who was lying on the bed opposite her, heard the sound of paper cutting, looked over, and saw the small table in front of her, and asked in surprise.