Chapter 15: Does this mean they've made up?
"Oh," Ji Tong replied hastily, her attention diverted by the word "rinse mouth," completely forgetting about lifting her clothes. She took the water glass and said to Gu Lin, "Then get them slippers."
Gu Lin: "Mm."
The three of them: "..."
"Forget it, don't move," Ji Tong glanced at Gu Lin's back, and said with a mouthful of foam, "A Yuan, you guys can take them yourselves. The slippers are in the bottom cabinet, they're all new, pick them yourself."
The three of them: "…………"
Whose house is this?
The three of them were itchy all over, unable to go in or back out, and lingered for three or four minutes before finally coming in through the entrance.
At the time, from a distance, Li Yuan and the others only saw that Gu Linguang was shirtless. But when they entered the house and got closer, they saw the traces of ointment on his back and realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt because he had applied medicine.
Li Yuan breathed a long sigh of relief.
Oh, because of applying medicine.
Ji Tong, who was in the bathroom, had no idea what was going on in Li Yuan's mind. At that moment, she was rinsing her mouth against the sink.
Ji Tong bent down and spat out the foam.
He seemed to be sleeping very soundly last night. When he opened his eyes, it was already 9:58. He frantically grabbed his phone, just as Gu Lin came out of the kitchen and said, "I asked Mingying to ask for leave for you."
Ji Tong was relieved, and then she remembered what happened last night.
"Have you cooked the noodles?" Ji Tong asked somewhat guiltily.
Gu Lin glanced at him lightly.
"It's cooked."
Ji Tong: "...Did you eat it or throw it away?"
Gu Lin: "I ate it."
Ji Tong felt even more guilty, but she vaguely remembered that she seemed to have sent him a message.
He opened WeChat and decided that if he saw the chat history, he would preemptively accuse the thief of crying "stop thief!"
Then I saw a message lying quietly in the editing box: "I'll close my eyes for a bit, then you'll be done."
It wasn't sent.
Not only was it not sent out, but it wasn't even finished editing.
Ji Tong sincerely apologized.
"Didn't you sleep well the day before yesterday?" Gu Lin only asked this question.
Ji Tong nodded: "Mm."
"Does your head hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
"What about the throat?"
"It doesn't hurt."
"Get up and eat."
"oh."
Ji Tong slowly got up from the pillow, took a few steps to the foot of the bed, and put on her slippers.
"By the way, I slept on the sofa. Where did you sleep last night? In the master bedroom?"
Gu Lin took a tub of fresh milk from the refrigerator, poured it into a cup, placed it on a heating pad to heat it, and gave a soft "hmm".
Ji Tong didn't think much of it. She stretched and took two steps forward when her eyes were drawn to a bag on the coffee table that read "Health Pharmacy One-Hour Delivery".
It's a bag from the pharmacy, with a takeout order still attached, showing today's date.
"You bought medicine?" Ji Tong thought Gu Lin was feeling unwell, so she bent down to pick up the bag, pulled over the receipt, and saw that it contained two boxes of capsules.
It's the model he bought.
Ji Tong: "?"
“It’s just a capsule; it’s okay if you don’t take it,” Ji Tong said.
Gu Lin: "Go wash up."
Last night he made Gu Lin cook noodles, and this morning Gu Lin even bought him medicine.
Ji Tong felt guilty.
Why wash? Apply the medicine first.
So he put the pharmacy bag aside, opened the coffee table drawer, and took out Gu Lin's wound medicine.
"Come here." Ji Tong sat cross-legged again at the foot of the sofa bed and called out in that direction.
Gu Lin glanced at the medicine box.
"Wash up and eat something first."
“No,” Ji Tong said, opening the medicine box with a click, “I’ll apply the medicine first.”
Gu Lin couldn't refuse him, so he had no choice but to take off his shirt and walk over.
Ji Tong planned to eat after applying the medicine, but Li Yuan and the others arrived right after she finished.
Last night, during the ten or so minutes of waiting for the pasta, Ji Tong felt uncomfortable because Gu Lin's trousers were too tight, so she went back to the master bedroom to change into her own quick-drying shorts. Now that Gu Lin had taken off his shirt to apply medicine, when Li Yuan and the others came over, they saw the two of them wearing the same set of pajamas.
The group ate lunch at the apartment, and after eating, they lay sprawled out on the sofa bed for a while.
The afternoon was full of classes. Ji Tong and his classmates were in classroom 303 of the Science Building, while Gu Lin was in classroom 406 of the Science Building.
The five of them came out of the peninsula together, walked to the Lijiao (Libation Church), and then walked to the third-floor stairwell.
Ji Tong subconsciously pulled Gu Lin towards room 303—
"Brother Lin!"
A voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar came from behind.
It's Xiaomai.
Oh no, Xiaomai already has a name: Chen Yongjie.
Perhaps because they had been together from last night until this morning, and bodily memory is more honest than any words, Ji Tong had almost forgotten that he and Gu Lin were no longer in the same class. It wasn't until the appearance of Xiao Mai and the sudden addition of a floor that Ji Tong felt it was real.
"Our department will have a second selection exam in January, open to the entire university, and the top-ranked candidates..."
Ji Tong couldn't continue speaking.
never mind.
It was quite a hassle.
Anyway, university isn't like high school, so it's okay if we're not in the same class.
“You and Xiaomai… go upstairs with him, class is about to start.” Ji Tong pretended that he hadn’t said anything just now. He was neither dissatisfied nor angry. He calmly turned to walk towards 303, but was pulled back.
Ji Tong was all too familiar with Gu Lin's expression.
"I'm not angry, really." Ji Tong was afraid he would misunderstand.
"I know."
"Okay," Ji Tong nodded, waving goodbye to Chen Yongjie from afar, "Then you'd better hurry to class, he's calling..."
"I know about the exam."
Ji Tong fell silent.
Cui Mingying tugged at Li Yuan and Zhou Tian's sleeves, and the three of them left quietly. Xiaomai, who was waiting at the stairwell, saw this and wisely slipped away on her own.
“Just one semester,” Gu Lin said.
Ji Tong hesitated: "The exam will be very difficult."
Ji Tong didn't really want to bother him.
To be honest, Class 9 of Computer Science is pretty good. This year, many majors at Anhui University have been restructured and reformed. In addition to the two classes that were directly admitted to the Artificial Intelligence Project Group in the early admission batch, the Computer Science Department also directly created a dual major class in Finance and Computer Science, which is Class 9 of Computer Science. It has the highest admission score and is a class that many people are eager to get into.
"Ji Jiu is fine too, it's not necessary..."
"It's not difficult."
Interrupted, Ji Tong looked up at him from the busy corner and asked, "Hmm?"
Gu Lin spoke calmly, with an air of certainty as he stated the facts.
"The exam is not difficult."
He had already weathered the toughest days.
Ji Tong lowered her head, and in a corner where Gu Lin couldn't see, she quickly and subtly raised the corners of her mouth before looking up again.
"Alright then, when I have some free time, I'll ask the professors at the research institute for some practice papers for you to do. You can ask me if you don't understand anything."
"Um."
"It's not cheating, don't worry. The exam materials are all publicly available. Teacher Lin welcomes studious students."
"Okay, Teacher Ji."
Ms. Ji was delighted and pressed her advantage: "We've done about twenty practice tests in the past few months. I'll send them to you first."
“But I don’t have a summary here. Senior Duan Pei has one. I’ll go ask him for it… Ugh, why are you pinching me?”
Gu Lin released his hand, his voice indifferent.
"The preparatory bell has rung, students."
Ji Tong frowned. Just a moment ago it was "Teacher Ji," and now it's "classmate"? How can this person be so fickle?
Gu Linwei raised his chin, gesturing for him to go to class first.
Ji Tong mimicked his tone: "Okay, classmate."
Return the favor, turn around and bow.
Ji Tong stepped into the classroom as the preparatory bell rang.
"Tongtong, is Brother Lin transferring to our class?" Li Yuan couldn't hide anything.
Ji Tong controlled the corners of her mouth, not wanting to make any promises: "It's just taking the exam. To be selected, you have to be among the top few, and even then, it's not guaranteed you'll pass..."
"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, please pretend you didn't hear what I just said. Gu Lin will definitely pass the exam," Ji Tong prayed silently.
"Hmm," Ji Tong finally said.
"That's great, that's great!" Li Yuan and Cui Mingying exchanged a glance, as if they had seen a glimmer of hope. "Tongtong, does that mean you and Brother Lin have made up?"
Ji Tong paused for a moment, then shook his head.
"without."
He answered very decisively. Although it was only one word, it was not perfunctory. His expression was serious, so serious that Li Yuan and the others could clearly sense that Ji Tong was not lying, nor was he acting out of spite. He was telling the truth and had no intention of making up.
The bell rang, the professor began writing on the blackboard, and the classroom fell completely silent.
After finishing their pre-class exercises, Li Yuan and his classmates twirled their pens five times, touched their faces ten times, checked their phones thirteen times, and even curled the top of George Bull's name on the test paper with a black pen.
Li Yuan: "So... you're not going to forgive me?"
Ji Tong: "Not now."
The three of them: "..."
Cui Mingying found the key phrase: "Not now?"
Ji Tong raised an eyebrow: "Mm."
"When will it be?" Li Yuan pressed.
Ji Tong didn't answer. Instead, he rested his chin on his hand, lowered his head, and wrote something on the test paper.
The three of them craned their necks to look.
Next to George Bull's head on the exam paper, there was a diagram of the Earth's revolution.
"?"
Ji Tong raised his pen and, under the watchful eyes of the three, drew a small circle at a certain position on the revolution diagram, speaking very softly and slowly.
"When day and night are of equal length globally next year."
"???"
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When the bell rang for the end of the last class, Ji Tong was surrounded by a group of people who asked him why he had taken the day off this morning and whether he was feeling unwell again.
"No, it's just that I haven't rested well these past two days, so I couldn't get up this morning."
Ji Tong answered them one by one. As they were talking, someone asked about Gu Lin. It was clear that the news about what happened on the playground that day had already spread.
"Oh, didn't I already say? High school classmate, classmate, Tongtong's deskmate."
“He was abroad until his first year of high school. He’s two years older than us, so we call him Brother Lin.”
"Chen Yongjie? He's not in our class, um... but he's Lin Ge's classmate... Yes, he's from Jiangcheng... Well, it's a long story, let's eat first."
Li Yuan waved his hand to send away a group of gossipy people for Ji Tong. When he looked down, he found Ji Tong leaning back in his chair, seemingly lost in thought.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Tian asked.
Chen Yongjie, Jiangcheng...
"Do you have Chen Yongjie's WeChat ID?" Ji Tong suddenly asked.
Cui Mingying and Zhou Tian shook their heads, and both looked at Li Yuan at the same time.
Li Yuan: "I don't have it, but Yang Ping definitely does. Let me ask him."
A little over half a minute later, Ji Tong's WeChat message flashed.
Yang Ping: [Personal Profile] I'm currently feeling very depressed.
Ji Tong flipped her phone over and asked Li Yuan, "Is this it?"
Li Yuan looked at the profile picture of "Melancholy Bro": "Yes, it's a cat in a suit and blue shorts."
Ji Tong corrected: "It's not called Blue Pants Cat, it's called Xiao Ba, and it doesn't have pants on its head... Never mind, I can't explain it to you clearly."
Ji Tong thanked Yang Ping, clicked on the business card, and her gaze lingered on the "Add to Contacts" option at the bottom.
Half a minute later, Ji Tong clicked on the link, typed a few words in the friend request field, "Hello, I'm Ji Tong," and was about to send it—
"Brother Lin." Zhou Tian's voice came.
Ji Tong immediately looked up and saw Gu Lin standing at the classroom door.
"My meal card is with A Yuan, you guys can eat whatever you want. I'm going back now. Oh, and don't tell him I added Chen Yongjie on WeChat yet." Ji Tong hurriedly said this, quickly pressed "send," put away her phone, grabbed her backpack, and ran towards Gu Lin.
The three of them stood quietly in the classroom bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.
"Tongtong didn't apply for a refund, did she?"
"...Not yet."
"So he said he'd go back, but where would he go back to?"
"..."
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Once someone enters a room, there will be others.
Ji Tong asked her counselor for a week of overnight stay outside the dormitory. She made two copies of the leave slip. After the leave slip was approved, she gave the other copy to the dormitory supervisor and went back to her dormitory to pack some change of clothes.
The two returned to the peninsula and finished their meal, which was already 7 p.m.
When Gu Lin came out of the shower, Ji Tong was flipping through the papers that Gu Lin had placed on top of the stack of nonlinear optimization algorithm materials.
"Have you already printed your exam paper?" Ji Tong asked.
Gu Lin: "Mm."
Ji Tong: "Who gave it to you?"
Gu Lin: "It was from Xiang Mingying."
Ji Tong flipped through the papers; they were quite complete.
That's good too, it saves him the trouble of asking his senior for it.
Ji Tong put down the test paper and patted the foot of the sofa bed.
Gu Lin walked over and sat down.
Ji Tong applied a towel soaked in hot water to Gu Lin's bruised area, applying the hot compress for five or six minutes, and then applied a blood-activating and bruise-removing ointment.
After treating the bruises, I went to treat the gash on my lower abdomen.
He took a cotton swab, squeezed out the ointment, and carefully applied it.
Does it hurt?
"It doesn't hurt."
As the two were talking, Ji Tong's phone suddenly buzzed.
The phone was placed next to Ji Tong's calf, but his mind was preoccupied with his wound.
"Could you check whose message it is?"
Gu Lin took it and unlocked it.
He didn't say anything.
Ji Tong thought he wasn't looking, so she poked his back with her finger: "Whose news is this?"
Gu Lin slightly lifted his eyelids: "Duan Pei."
"Senior? What did he say?"
"There's a club at the research institute tonight, they're asking if you want to go."
club?
Ji Tong remembered that there was indeed a large-scale deep reasoning club on Monday night. He had mentioned it before, saying that he would like to check it out if he had time.
Gu Lin did not hear the reply from the person behind him.
"Do you want to go?" he asked.
Ji Tong showed him her busy hands.
Right hand holds ointment, left hand holds cotton swab.
“How can we go like this?” Ji Tong continued to tend to Gu Lin’s wound. “Can you send a message back for me and say that I’m busy today?”
The cool ointment, applied to the wound, caused a tingling, itchy sensation.
The person behind me was breathing rhythmically on my shoulders and back.
Gu Lin lowered his eyes and looked at the four words "Senior Duan Pei" on his phone screen.
My memory returns to the entrance of the infirmary.
"Sorry, senior, I'll owe you the meal for now, I'll treat you next time."
"He doesn't live on campus; he lives on the peninsula."
"Okay, let's leave it at that for now, I have something else to do."
Gu Lin lowered his eyes. He didn't reply with a single word. He moved his index finger to the right, stopped at the far right of the input box, and clicked to open it.
【Location】.
[Real-time Location: Peninsula Apartments]
Gu Lin sent the message and turned off the screen.
There was no further reply from the other end of the phone.
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