[Jiang Xiao: Xi’er, the first snow of the year should be coming soon. I miss you.
“Huh?”
What on earth is Jiang Xiao thinking about?
Song Qiuyu frowned and switched back to her own account, feeling bored. She thought he was teasing her on purpose again, but it turned out he was just mentioning Shen Xi.
“Damn it!”
Song Qiuyu closed her eyes in silence. After a moment, she turned over, clenched her fist, and gave the pillow a hard “ora”.
Could it be that she really made Jiang Xiao into a scumbag, with a heart big enough for two people? Or maybe, while interacting with her, he subconsciously found a bit of the feeling he had when he was with Shen Xi, and, without realizing it, started treating her as a stand-in, indulging in the so-called stand-in literature without even knowing?
So, when Jiang Xiao looks at her, when he pinches her cheeks, when he feeds her bunny apples, is he thinking about Xi’er all along?
But is that even possible?
Just as her thoughts became a tangled mess, there was suddenly a “ding”—her phone received a new QQ message.
The message was from Jiang Xiao.
Song Qiuyu didn’t ignore it; instead, she immediately opened the chat. She saw that Jiang Xiao had sent over a Word Document.
The document’s name was “Entrance Exam Countdown”.
Hmm?
Song Qiuyu’s first thought was that Jiang Xiao had sent it to the wrong person.
Her second thought—wait, could this be that Group Assignment they still hadn’t done?
Because Jiang Xiao had a broken arm and needed care, and with Stage Play rehearsals plus so many exams, she had planned to wait until Jiang Xiao’s arm healed to write the Microfilm Script, depending on how much time they had left.
So, up till now, progress was at zero.
As if to confirm her suspicions, Jiang Xiao immediately sent another message.
[Jiang Xiao]: This is the microfilm script needed for the Director Art Theory final Group Assignment. Take a look?
Song Qiuyu fell silent again.
She immediately messaged him to ask when he had written the script.
[Jiang Xiao]: I started writing it intermittently at the beginning of the month, finished about a week ago, and have been checking it over these past few days.
Seeing this, Song Qiuyu tried to recall, but came up blank. All she could say was, this guy sure knows how to keep things hidden.
She replied with, “I’ll take a look,” and hurriedly opened the document.
The script told the story of two pairs of boys and girls, in the last few days before the Entrance Exam, quietly developing feelings for each other amidst the pressure of studying.
After reading through it carefully, she felt a delayed wave of emotion hit her, and she twisted herself into a pretzel on the bed.
This sour and sticky feeling of young love, this kind of emotion budding in an environment where romance is forbidden—tsk… where did Jiang Xiao learn this?
But more than that—
Lying on her back with her eyes closed, she felt as if her whole body was floating on a cloud, lying on soft, fluffy clouds.
She was in a fantastic mood.
Something she originally needed to pour time and effort into was, just like that—
Solved by Jiang Xiao.
Although she preferred doing things herself, with so much going on, and the pressure so high, being busy alone could be exhausting.
This was just so great.
Everything would be so much easier now.
She had to send the script to the Dormitory Group and let Lao Xie and Lao Lin take a look, so they could be happy too!
But then again, two pairs of boys and girls, huh…
The script itself was very good, but the character arrangements might be a bit troublesome, something they’d need to discuss carefully later.
Maybe she could ask Sang Tian and the others from their dormitory for help.
Anyway, even if she jumped off the Capital Building this time, she would never wear women’s clothes again!
Nor would she play a couple with Jiang Xiao!
With this in mind, she resolutely forwarded the script to the Dormitory Group and @-ed everyone.
There was a “ding”—Jiang Xiao sent another private message.
[Jiang Xiao: Finished reading?]
At this, Song Qiuyu tilted her head, her gaze on the phone screen drifting to the window outside.
She felt she needed to make the great contributor Jiang Xiao even happier.
Thinking it over, her fingertips hovered over the side of her phone for a moment, then she typed her most honest feelings and sent them.
[Little Fallen Leaf] P= =9
[Little Fallen Leaf]: Finished reading, very satisfied, it’s great
Oh!
Seeing these two replies, Jiang Xiao was stunned at first, then the corners of his mouth curled into a smile, his heartbeat quickening.
Song Qiuyu could completely imagine how Jiang Xiao looked right now… That pure-hearted little virgin was secretly thrilled again!
Come to think of it, judging from those old chat logs in Jiang Xiao’s phone, her younger self used to do the same thing.
Though the reasons were different, what she did, in some sense, hadn’t changed much.
Ah, me from six years ago…
She glanced at the date on her phone, couldn’t help but sigh at how things change, and realized she’d already been a girl for nearly half a year.
She rummaged through her bedside cabinet, pulled out a notebook and a soft tape measure, and flipped through the notebook.
In this notebook, she recorded her current body data.
Luckily, her physical development had already slowed down a lot.
But even so, to make sure the buns didn’t change shape—
She would have to start considering getting a bra or two.
A chest binder for going out during the day, a bra for sleeping at night.
Of course, all this would have to wait until she moved out of this Rental Apartment.
After recording some of today’s measurement data, she unbuttoned her pajamas, took off the chest binder, pressed the cool tape measure against her soft flesh, held her breath, and measured skillfully.
No real change.
Very good, very good.
Song Qiuyu was very satisfied with this result.
After finishing today’s measurements, she put the notebook and the soft tape measure back in the drawer, straightened her clothes, and lay down to sleep.
Sleepiness hadn’t even had time to set in.
Ding—a message from Jiang Xiao popped up again.
[Jiang Xiao]: Want a reward.jpg!
“Uh…”
Song Qiuyu squinted, thinking she might really be Shen Xi’s stand-in, which made her feel a bit stifled.
But thinking about how the other had quietly finished the script, she calmed herself, picked up her phone, and tapped a few keys.
After all, he’s the main contributor; she couldn’t neglect him at all.
So, Jiang Xiao’s phone received a lightning-fast reply:
“A flying kick.jpg!”
Night gave way to dawn.
Song Qiuyu rarely got such a good night’s sleep, but her biological clock, deeply carved into her DNA, still woke her up early.
This was the fifth day of their cohabitation countdown.
Without thinking too much, she got up, rushed to the kitchen, and made Jiang Xiao a healthy breakfast—soon, they’d be going their separate ways, but for now, since she could still see him, she wanted to do what she could to lighten the burden on Jiang Xiao’s arm.
Medical Advice says: it takes a hundred days to heal bones and tendons.
The next three months are crucial; Jiang Xiao’s Right Hand shouldn’t lift heavy things or be overworked.
“Good morning, Jiang Xiao!”
Seeing Jiang Xiao open the door, ready to make breakfast, she energetically waved at him, then darted into the kitchen, carefully carrying out the steaming corn and yam porridge she’d just made.
“Good morning.”
Jiang Xiao smiled as he pulled out a chair and sat down at the table.
“Little Fallen Leaf.”
At these words, Song Qiuyu froze, looked up at Jiang Xiao, met his gaze, and frowned.
“I know you’re addicted to calling me that, but you’d better not say it outside, understand?”
“Okay!”
Getting a firm answer, Song Qiuyu purposely put on a stern face, arranged the clean bowls and chopsticks, and then walked into the kitchen again.