Ye Qingchang finally managed to make it to the classroom, but unfortunately, she was still marked as late.
As for why she risked being late just to attend class, instead of simply skipping and enjoying herself, it definitely wasn’t because of her passion for studying.
It was just that all the books in her backpack belonged to her roommates. If she didn’t show up, neither Liu Xie nor Yang Shuli, not to mention Zhu Niao who came from off-campus for class, would have any books to use.
So, for the future of the entire dorm, she chose to sacrifice her own present.
“You really moved me, Third,” Liu Xie looked at Ye Qingchang, who had delivered the books despite being late. “I’ve decided—I won’t take apart the spring from the click pen on your desk to play with anymore.”
“So it was you, damn it?” Ye Qingchang immediately reached out and shook Liu Xie by the neck back and forth.
“Oh right, I was running so fast earlier I didn’t look back—how’d you get held up? Was there some earth-shattering gossip from the person confessing?” Liu Xie struggled free and, still holding her neck, shot back the question.
She still thought Ye Qingchang was late because she stopped to watch the drama.
But in reality, Ye Qingchang was the person involved.
“It was Xiao Yi’an confessing at the dorm entrance. He even called me over,” Ye Qingchang glanced at the teacher and opened her textbook.
She flipped through a couple pages, then placed the nearly brand-new book on top of Zhu Niao’s head—who was currently napping—snatching her own book from under Zhu Niao’s cheek at the same time.
“He confessed to you just now?” Liu Xie was stunned. “Didn’t he only say yesterday he was going to start pursuing you? How is he acting on it already? That fast?”
“I want to know how it happened so fast too.” Ye Qingchang took out a pen, clicked it to make sure it wasn’t the one Liu Xie had stolen the spring from, and finally felt relieved.
Honestly, for this class, it didn’t matter whether you had a textbook or not. But for some reason, maybe the teacher just wanted to make their presence known or establish authority—if you didn’t bring a book, you’d get called out and lectured.
Ye Qingchang looked down at her textbook: “College Student Entrepreneurship Guidance.”
To be honest, she really didn’t want to take a class like this.
It wasn’t just a waste of time—it felt like she learned nothing at all.
Liu Xie, beside her, gave a brutally honest review: “They make it sound like taking this course guarantees we’ll graduate and not be unemployed.”
The teacher up front was still introducing the major assignment.
Ye Qingchang put on her glasses, raised her phone to snap a photo of the PPT, and then studied the damn assignment in detail.
“Shooting a video? Perfect, I’ll just do it together with the nonsense video for the Ideological and Political course—one video for two assignments. As long as it’s positive energy, it’s fine, right?” Liu Xie glanced at it, then didn’t bother any further.
This was a class for their group. Xu Nian and Xiao Yi’an were both in the neighboring class, so they had this period free.
Otherwise, Xiao Yi’an wouldn’t have been able to go all the way to the bottom of Ye Qingchang’s dorm building to confess first thing in the morning.
So what was that guy thinking—did he have a screw loose?
“That’s not it.” Ye Qingchang zoomed in on the image. “It says here, the video has to be related to entrepreneurship. Do you even know what entrepreneurship means?”
“I do, no one understands it better than me.” Liu Xie tapped her temple. “My parents told me, I can do anything I want in the future, as long as I never start a business—and don’t get in the way of my brother starting one.”
“Sounds like your parents give you pretty high marks.”
“Of course, I’m the MVP. Liu Anran just wins by lying flat and doing nothing.”
Ye Qingchang frowned at the assignment requirements on the PPT. “Do you think entrepreneurship can count as positive energy content?”
“I actually think, as long as you don’t film anything you can’t broadcast, just a bit of creative reading comprehension, anything you shoot is positive energy.”
“That sounds really far-fetched.”
“It’s true! We don’t pay attention in class, and you still plan to take the assignment seriously?” Liu Xie snorted. “That’s the sin we all have to bear.”
“Feels like you’re still sleep-deprived from staying up all night playing gacha games.”
After the thoroughly pointless class, Ye Qingchang, as the only one in the dorm who brought a bag, was as usual responsible for hauling all her roommates’ books back to the dorm and keeping them safe until the next class.
Yang Shuli, who seemed to have spent the whole class dead asleep, suddenly jerked upright like a corpse rising, giving Ye Qingchang a good scare.
Then Yang Shuli rushed out of her seat.
“Hey, where are you going?”
Ye Qingchang watched as Yang Shuli disappeared through the classroom door. She exchanged a glance with Liu Xie, then tossed her bag to Liu Xie and followed.
She spotted Yang Shuli skipping along—and beside her was Xu Nian.
Xu Nian was carrying two transparent plastic bags, each containing steaming hot buns.
It was obvious: Yang Shuli overslept and missed breakfast, so she contacted Xu Nian, who brought breakfast over. This way, the little dorm leader could eat as soon as class was over.
So breakfast wasn’t really late after all.
Then she saw someone else next to Xu Nian, also holding a plastic bag of buns.
It was Xiao Yi’an.
He’d changed into his usual clothes—at least that glaring white suit was gone.
He walked over to Ye Qingchang, held out the buns he’d bought. “Classmate Ye, don’t forget to eat breakfast.”
Ye Qingchang took a deep breath. “What kind of weirdness are you up to now?”
“Didn’t you tell me to learn from real couples in real life? I’m learning,” Xiao Yi’an gestured to Xu Nian, who was next to Ye Qingchang, munching on buns. “What do you think?”
“I don’t think it works, because I don’t eat breakfast.”
“I know that, so I only bought one serving.” Of course Xiao Yi’an knew Ye Qingchang didn’t eat breakfast—actually, it was just a random comment from his former White Moonlight, but Xiao Yi’an remembered every word Ye Qingchang had ever said.
Xiao Yi’an opened the plastic bag and started eating by himself.
Watching Xiao Yi’an eat with such relish, Ye Qingchang suddenly swallowed hard.
“Here, want one?” Xiao Yi’an offered her another bun from the bag. “This isn’t a confession, and it’s not trying to impress you—I just brought you a bun, Classmate Ye. Remember to transfer me one yuan fifty.”
“I feel like this isn’t something you’d say or do,” Ye Qingchang said, knowing Xiao Yi’an pretty well.
“Oh, Xu Nian taught me. He said if I did this, you’d definitely accept the food and maybe start eating breakfast.”
Xiao Yi’an kept munching on his bun. “How’s my performance?”
“Don’t bother next time. I’m not going to take it anyway.”
“Then next time, I’ll make breakfast for you myself and sell it to you—make a little money too.”
Ye Qingchang turned and hurried off with her roommates to catch the next class.
Pfftttt…