“Jiang Xiao, are you alright?”
Song Qiuyu ended up just clutching her phone, turning around and sitting on the sofa, craning her neck toward Jiang Xiao.
Jiang Xiao’s situation was still more important.
Besides, deleting those memories now would do her no good and all harm!
“I’m fine.”
Jiang Xiao lowered his gaze and glanced at the shattered porcelain bowl at his feet, then immediately picked up the broom and started sweeping.
“Song Qiuyu, if you want to watch gifs, why not put your headphones on?”
Song Qiuyu was momentarily stunned.
Playing them out loud was already embarrassing enough—if she put on headphones and played them right up against her eardrums, wouldn’t that just double the shame?
“No need, I think this is just fine!”
Seriously, could it be that Haji Xiao is the one who’s embarrassed? Song Qiuyu narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
Jiang Xiao: “
Song Qiuyu listened to the sound of sweeping as she slipped on her fuzzy slippers. [These slippers had originally been lying around, one east and one west—Jiang Xiao had picked them up and placed them by her feet.]
After walking into the kitchen, she carefully inspected the area near Jiang Xiao.
After all, if a broken bowl wasn’t cleaned up properly, it could easily lead to someone stepping on a shard or, worse, some even bigger accident! No one could guarantee there wouldn’t be a slip or fall in the kitchen someday!
She had to keep an eye on it!
After checking for a while and confirming all was clear, she boldly glanced at Jiang Xiao—just in time to see his slightly reddened ears.
So he really was embarrassed after hearing that “husband, kiss me” line?
She clicked her tongue twice, feeling quite pleased as she pinched her phone.
This guy really was pure-hearted.
But remembering the things he’d done to her, she suddenly fell silent again.
She touched her lips, turned around, and sat back down on the sofa.
Recalling that intense kiss, Song Qiuyu suddenly wondered—if she hadn’t been wearing a chest binder, would they have kissed even longer… maybe even…
She slapped her face with both hands, closed her eyes, and forcibly stopped her imagination.
No.
Song Qiuyu, you must not fall!
Jiang Xiao suddenly turned his head.
Why was Song Qiuyu slapping herself—she even hit her head!
That won’t do. She’s only making her not-so-bright brain even worse.
“Song Qiuyu, you—” “Jiang Xiao~”
Song Qiuyu instantly interrupted him, feigning a coquettish tone.
“Uh.”
Jiang Xiao paused, rubbing his own ear.
He really liked her voice right now, but felt that if he heard it too much, things might get out of hand.
“How much longer? I’m so hungry!”
Song Qiuyu’s instincts told her that Jiang Xiao was about to ask why she suddenly slapped herself—there was no good way to answer that.
Jiang Xiao took the bait.
She was acting cute again—trying to dodge his question, huh.
Well, that wasn’t a bad idea.
“It’ll be ready soon. Just wait a little longer!”
A fleeting look of happiness appeared on Jiang Xiao’s face. If only life could always be like this.
Seeing that, Song Qiuyu let out a breath of relief, continued scrolling through the photos on her phone, and, after she was almost done, opened Jiang Xiao’s QQ and went to Xi’er’s chat page.
But just as she was about to check it, Jiang Xiao returned, holding freshly boiled milk and eggs, so she immediately set her phone down.
After all, as a practiced liar, she had to remember the lies she told, and never forget the stories she made up.
“Here, look at the mess you made peeling your egg—so bumpy and uneven and you’re still not done. Just eat mine.”
Jiang Xiao handed her the perfectly peeled egg.
Song Qiuyu looked at Jiang Xiao’s flawless egg, then at her own battered one. For a split second, her sense of masculine dignity shot up.
But compared to that, it was more important to let Jiang Xiao know she was unassailable.
Song Qiuyu’s heart was made of stone, the kind that even a thousand years of water couldn’t erode.
“No need, I just like eating the bumpy ones!” “Oh.”
Watching Song Qiuyu finish her misshapen egg, then slowly pick bits of egg white out from the shell, Jiang Xiao couldn’t help but find it both funny and frustrating.
So, after she peeled a second, equally bumpy egg, Jiang Xiao simply got up and snatched it away.
Song Qiuyu was startled.
Under her dazed gaze, Jiang Xiao put a perfectly peeled egg into her bowl, then gave her a small smile.
“Let’s switch. I want to try the bumpy egg, too!”
“I think you just want to eat the ones I peel!” Song Qiuyu gritted her teeth.
“What are you grinning about?”
Song Qiuyu eyed the perfect egg in her bowl. Her own egg was already in Jiang Xiao’s mouth—he was eating it with a look of bliss.
She let out a slight sigh.
She had long guessed from Jiang Xiao’s lifeless state over Shen Xi that he was at least a bit of a lovesick puppy.
But she hadn’t expected Jiang Xiao to act this way with her, too.
Save me.
Jiang Xiao’s gone full romance mode on his own, what now!
They say love makes people lose IQ.
Jiang Xiao, top student, you’d better not get any dumber during exam week! The three slackers in our dorm are counting on you!
[Song Qiuyu mentally: biting-a-napkin.jpg!]
She took a deep breath, polished off the egg in two or three bites, and gulped down the hot milk in her hands.
Even though Jiang Xiao’s tricks to “woo” her were a bit odd, breakfast was honestly enjoyable.
She had to admit—Jiang Xiao, as a boyfriend, might actually be very competent.
Whoever became Jiang Xiao’s girlfriend would probably be really happy.
Hmm… and very satisfied in other ways, too.
Jiang Xiao admired the way she gobbled down her food, his eyes fixed on her face, the happiness on his own face deepening.
“You take your time eating. My stomach doesn’t hurt anymore. I’ll go change clothes—I need to head to the library later to study.” Song Qiuyu stood up and started clearing the table.
“Mm.”
Jiang Xiao fell silent, his thoughts drifting to the stage play.
The female lead…
When Xie Zhuran and Lin An heard that the whole dormitory would be performing in the stage play, they were so excited they let out the loudest shouts in the reading room.
Fortunately, it was still early, and the only people in the reading room were the four from 602 Dormitory, so they didn’t attract any unfriendly looks.
They discussed how to arrange their schedules and used QQ to contact the President of the Drama Club for more details, confirming the rehearsal times.
There were so many participants in the stage play that the Drama Club had to consider everyone’s availability for rehearsal.
It was no easy job.
As for the script, the President said he would print out paper copies and bring them over as soon as possible.
Even though Song Qiuyu and the others said they could print it themselves, the President—perhaps struck by a sudden sense of responsibility as both President and Senior—insisted the underclassmen shouldn’t spend their money or effort.
Everyone felt both flattered and suspicious, privately wondering what the President was really up to.
“Although I’m super excited about being in the stage play, it’s going to be crazy busy. We’ll have to go to the Drama Club every day!”
Xie Zhuran slumped over the table.
“Speaking of which, it’s no surprise that if the male lead was Jiang, but it turns out it’s Han Ye, the Junior, right?”
Looking at the new stage play chat group made by the President, Lin An sighed.
“Yeah, seriously, it should’ve been Jiang. What’s the President thinking?”
Xie Zhuran frowned, clearly agreeing.
“It’s not even about the CP vibes, really, it’s the chemistry between Song and Jiang. We’ve all seen how well they work together.”
[Lin An saw the look of desperation in Xie Zhuran’s eyes—afraid that saying anything wrong would cause Song Qiuyu to drag Jiang Xiao out of the library.]
At that, Song Qiuyu snuck a glance at the person beside her—he was propping his cheek with his fist, staring silently at the endless messages popping up in the chat group. Who knew what he was thinking.
She had plenty of thoughts on the matter.
“How about you recommend yourself, Jiang? Challenge that Han Senior to a real man’s PK?”
Xie Zhuran’s fists clenched, eyes full of fighting spirit.
“I used to joke that you were an idiot, but today you’re really being dumb—what kind of half-baked idea is that?”
Lin An couldn’t help it.
Song Qiuyu almost couldn’t help it, either.
Maybe she’d cross-dressed too often—her two roommates were way too quick to accept her playing female roles.
But what really got her was that she’d had the same fleeting thought as that clown Xie Zhuran.
Compared to acting as CP with a stranger, she really would prefer Jiang Xiao.
She even wanted to nudge him to use his charm to conquer the entire Drama Club!
“What about you, Qiuyu? What do you think?” Lin An looked at the roommate across from him.
Song Qiuyu paused. She had some impression of Han Ye Senior—he was the Liang Shanbo actor in the last Liang Zhu stage play…
The President had also said that from sophomore year on, this Senior had always been the stage play’s male lead.
Unshakable.
His looks, physique, acting skills—he excelled at all of them, and he was very popular in the Drama Club.
He’d even appeared in films by big-name directors—though always in small roles—but that was already out of reach for Freshmen like them.
If it were up to her to cast, Han Ye would be her first choice, not Jiang Xiao.
Besides, you had to consider who fit the role best.
“Of course, if I had the casting power, I’d definitely pick Jiang Xiao!”
Song Qiuyu thought for a moment, then said, “But we’re only Freshmen. We should just do as we’re told. Plus, that Senior is a Junior—he won’t be here much longer, soon he’ll be…”
At this, Jiang Xiao looked up at her, his voice steady: “Then should I try and fight for it?”
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