The first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains into the dim girls’ dormitory.
Under the cover of her books, a girl with a serene sleeping face fluttered her long eyelashes and furrowed her brows slightly.
Then, her drowsy eyes peered through her straight black hair as she groped for the vibrating phone beside her pillow.
Her alarm always vibrated instead of ringing, because that grating sound couldn’t wake up the other two dormmates who slept like dead pigs, and for her, a simple vibration was enough—there was no need for an annoying alarm to echo around.
Out of habit, she fumbled and tapped the phone three or four times before finally managing to turn the alarm off, then carelessly tossed the phone onto the pile of books next to her.
After that, she draped her arm across her eyes to block out the glaring sunlight.
Her spread-out long black hair looked like a blossom of black Manjusaka, but the expression between her brows carried not elegant beauty, but pure irritation.
Reaching for her glasses by the pillow, Ye Qingchang took a deep breath before putting them on, her vision sharpening as she looked at the phone she’d just switched off.
Then, her pupils widened slightly.
“Crap, get the hell up already!” Ye Qingchang slapped her bed board.
But she accidentally hit the edge of the towering wall of books piled on the bed, and while her palm stung, the sound wasn’t loud enough to wake the other two dead-pig dormmates.
Ye Qingchang couldn’t care less and got out of bed herself, slipped on her slippers, and started to change.
Of course, she didn’t forget her dormmates; after smacking both their beds until her palm went numb, Ye Qingchang finally managed to rouse the other two.
Yang Shuli, her long, dark-brownish hair askew, sat up on the bed. As she removed her sleep mask, her hair exploded into a wild mess.
On the other side, Liu Xie was bundled up in her blanket like a golden caterpillar, as usual curling herself up like a spring roll. When she finally lifted her head, her long hair, golden like a lion’s mane, was even more dramatic than Yang Shuli’s.
The key point was, this girl had lifted her head from the foot of the bed.
Ye Qingchang was long used to Liu Xie’s death-defying tossing and turning at night.
Then, Ye Qingchang watched Liu Xie, still dazed, stare at her blankly, carefully scrutinize her, then flop right back down to sleep.
To be honest, Ye Qingchang was already a bit resigned.
“Third, what time is it?”
Ye Qingchang, having finished brushing her teeth and washing her face, glanced at her phone again: “We’ve got ten minutes left.”
Hearing this, Yang Shuli had just climbed down from her bed and set foot on the dorm floor, pinching her chin and pondering.
Then, a flash of “genius” struck her.
“How about we just skip? We haven’t missed any classes this semester anyway.”
Ye Qingchang’s expression was bland.
She’d clearly expected her dormmate to say that.
“The teacher said if we skip class twice, we can’t take the final.”
“What?!”
That shout came from Liu Xie, who suddenly shot up from bed, practically leaping off in three bounds. She threw on her jacket and shoes, grabbed her towel, dunked it into the washbasin Ye Qingchang hadn’t had time to empty, and haphazardly wiped her face.
Finally, she took a swig of mouthwash, popped two pieces of gum into her mouth.
“Alright, we can go now.”
“Seriously, with speed like yours, you’d be great as a secret agent.”
By the time the trio rushed down to the first floor of the dorm, they could see from afar that a crowd had gathered by the main entrance.
The noise was obvious.
“What’s going on, someone confessing their love under the girls’ dorm?” Liu Xie squinted, peering hard, but it was too far away to see clearly.
“Who in their right mind would confess at eight in the morning at the dorm entrance? The most they’ll get is a mountain of resentment.”
Ye Qingchang retorted, “Forget it, what we need to care about right now is ourselves—we only have seven minutes left.”
“True.”
Ye Qingchang carried a backpack stuffed with the textbooks all three needed for class.
Liu Xie was dragging along Yang Shuli, who couldn’t run fast, as if she were carrying some small animal.
At the same time, their dorm leader was still yelling for the knight to hurry up and start sprinting.
When the three of them finally walked out the main entrance of the dorm, they realized there really was someone confessing.
“Someone actually lost their mind…” Ye Qingchang didn’t stop her hurried steps, but her eyes darted toward the center of the crowd.
She wanted to see which guy had gone off the rails.
She came to a halt.
She saw Xiao Yi’an.
In the middle of a heart-shaped ring of white candles, Xiao Yi’an held a bouquet of flowers, staring at her—her face haggard from the early class.
Honestly, Ye Qingchang really thought Xiao Yi’an was a bit crazy.
“Ye, I have something to say to you.”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
Ye Qingchang covered her ears and tried to walk out of the crowd.
But the onlookers actually became useful for once, persuading Ye Qingchang: “Hey, at least listen to what he has to say, confessing takes courage too.”
“Ye Qingchang.” Xiao Yi’an had already stepped out of the white heart-shaped ring of candles.
Today, he was even wearing a white suit—plus the white candles.
To be honest, it really looked like he was here to hold a memorial service for her.
Who taught him that?
“Who the hell told you to block me at my dorm first thing in the morning?” Ye Qingchang grabbed Xiao Yi’an’s collar and, grinding her teeth, spoke in a voice only the two could hear.
“How you respond to my feelings is your freedom; how I chase you is mine.” Xiao Yi’an’s tone was surprisingly calm.
“Then I refuse.” Ye Qingchang’s voice was equally calm.
“Oh, alright, I’ll come again tomorrow.”
Ye Qingchang nearly lost it: “Do you have to squat at my dorm entrance every day?”
“I’m just learning. The internet says this is the most effective way.”
“Those people online do it at night, and they don’t use these mourning-white candles.” Ye Qingchang was still gritting her teeth.
“I couldn’t buy enough red candles for now, and at night you probably wouldn’t step a foot out of the dorm anyway.”
Ye Qingchang fell silent.
“Stop learning everything from the internet. How many people staring at their little phones all day have actually been in a relationship? What can they teach you? Learn more from real life.”
“Okay. Also, can you tell me why you rejected me today?”
The sincerity in Xiao Yi’an’s eyes left Ye Qingchang momentarily dumbstruck.
“Because I’m about to be late for class…” Ye Qingchang suddenly remembered, glanced at her phone, “Never mind, forget it.”
She put down her backpack and punched Xiao Yi’an in the stomach.
“Is this how you expect me to agree to your confession? What do you take me for?” Ye Qingchang frowned, staring at Xiao Yi’an who staggered back two steps from her punch.
“No, you can’t agree. Even if you did, it wouldn’t be right.”
The air turned slightly heavy.
“Honestly, is there water in your brain?” Ye Qingchang finally asked the most concerned question so far.
“Because I’m still not good enough for you, and I wasn’t back when I was desperate either. I’m simply not qualified to pursue you. If you agreed, I’d have to wonder if something was wrong with you.”
The girl paused, withdrew her fist, and hurried off to class.
LMAOOOOOOO, go get her chinese boy!