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This time Anning stayed home for two days and received endless concern, mainly requests for her to bring food back when she returned. Only Mao Mao firmly objected, saying food entering the palace would bring her tremendous mental torment! Anning watched the group chat collectively gang up on Mao Mao and occasionally posted a smiley face to prove that… mm… she was spectating.
Qiangwei messaged her privately: What are you doing?
Anning: Reading a Russian guy’s translated post.
Qiangwei: What kind of thing?
Anning: Best Ways to Dispose of Corpses and Feasibility Report on Corpse-Dissolving Liquid.
Qiangwei: Isn’t that kind of stuff disgusting?!
Anning: I’m reading it very happily ah.
Qiangwei: You’re different. Oh right, yesterday I had dinner with Jiang Xu. He mentioned you.
Anning: Oh.
Qiangwei: That’s it?! Nothing else?!
Anning: Mm… thanks for thinking of me.
Qiangwei: ……
Qiangwei: Bring me roast chicken when you come back!
Anning: Okay.
Qiangwei: A-Miao, if I were a man I’d marry you.
Anning: Just for one roast chicken?
Qiangwei: Haha, yes!
The next day Anning returned to school, bringing her classmates meat, hope, and mental torment… Her winter coat pockets were stuffed full. If it was mental torment, then it really was quite cruel.
As she passed the basketball court behind the cafeteria, she saw a familiar figure… third rib… It seemed that after accidentally noticing him, she started seeing him everywhere.
Many people were watching around the court. Anning stood at the edge and watched for a while. Just as he tossed the ball to a teammate, he suddenly seemed to notice something and glanced in this direction… Anning looked left and right… mm… so many pretty girls ah.
“Li Anning?” Someone behind her called out. Anning turned around… famous senior.
Jiang Xu walked over. “Why are you carrying so much stuff? Just came back from home?”
“Mm.”
He smiled. “Want me to carry some for you?”
Anning: “No need.”
Jiang Xu: “No need to be polite.”
Anning: “No, um… we’re going in different directions.”
“……”
If getting rejected by girls was already rare for him, then being rejected for this kind of reason was even more so. For the first time Jiang Xu felt both amused and helpless. By the time he recovered, the other party had already slowly walked off in her own direction.
That night the dorm held a discussion session. Everyone had one roast chicken each. Mao Mao had two because Anning gave her own portion to her… double mental torment.
As usual, Qiangwei started from Japanese AVs, then moved on to the Japanese prime minister releasing albums. “I think this Japanese prime minister is really neglecting proper duties. I remember someone told me before that he super loved reading manga.”
Anning: “Mm… he’s already been replaced. The one who liked manga was Aso.”
Qiangwei: “Damn, he stepped down?! That fast?”
Anning: “The current one is Hatoyama… you might like his gossip even more.”
Everyone immediately perked up. “Tell us tell us?!”
Anning: “……He stole someone else’s wife. Specifically, the wife of his parents’ friend’s younger brother…”
Chaoyang: “Japan really is a country full of performance art.”
Qiangwei: “A gathering place for non-humans.”
Mao Mao: “Beasts!”
Chaoyang: “That’s insulting to beasts.”
Qiangwei: “Damn Japanese people even criticize Chinese people for being cold and lacking compassion!”
Mao Mao: “Anyway they’re about the same level as Korea.”
Anning: “How should I put it? Smecta just likes inserting itself into our history. There’s not much actual destructive power. Japan, mm… really wants to swallow China whole. That’s more troublesome.”
Chaoyang: “‘Smecta’ made me laugh to death! Miao, why are you so cute?!”
Anning smiled. “Because I’m Li Anning.”
Everyone: “……A-Miao, you got tsundere.”
The first class Monday morning was Old Zhang’s Quantum Statistics. This time, unusually, Anning entered before the bell rang. Then, instead of seeing Chaoyang and the others waving at her, she saw him sitting in the first row… mm… wasn’t this happening a little too often? And after seeing her, he actually said calmly, “Come here.”
Just as Anning was wondering what was going on, he added, “Sit here.”
His tone was calm, refined, and courteous, yet impossible to refuse. Only after Anning sat down did she realize, she was sitting beside him.
Anning turned her head to glance at him. He was already seriously flipping through his book.
Why did he call her over ah?
For the entire class, he listened attentively. Occasionally the phone on the desk lit up and he would reply to a text. Anning didn’t dare openly stare at him, so she could only look at his gray cellphone and the slender fingers moving across it…
Anning swore she really wasn’t trying to look at him. She just wanted to ask why he had called her over…
“Uh—”
“Listen to class.” The same gentle and refined tone.
……Like this, it would be hard for anyone to keep listening to the lecture, right?
He seemed to sense that she was “watching” him and slightly lifted his head. Calmly, he asked, “Did you bring Introduction to Diplomacy?”
“Mm… I brought it.”
Though completely confused, she still handed over the copy of Introduction to Contemporary Chinese Diplomacy she had recently been carrying around with her. He accepted it one-handed, flipped to the title page, wrote something, then handed it back to her.
Anning subconsciously looked down… beautiful calligraphy, the ink not yet dry…
Xu Moting…