Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady-Chapter 389 - 187. Winter Camping (9)_2

"Don’t talk nonsense!"

"Yes, yes, yes, but speaking of which, you said,"

Listening to her, the image involuntarily surfaced in Xiaoquan Aonai’s mind.

Then, she complained helplessly and with embarrassment, "Akiko, can you not say such things."

"What’s there to be shy about, the three of us have talked about this before," Akiko said unconcernedly.

******

Just as Xiaoquan Aonai had said, the snow had indeed become heavier, dense and assaulting the face.

But because there was no wind, it wasn’t too cold.

Their feet crunched the snow as they walked, producing a faint ’crunch’ sound.

Dubian Che gazed at the snow mountains in the distance and slowly exhaled.

The white mist, like a slowly forming bridge, seemed to extend all the way to the snow mountains.

Kiyono Lin’s eyes, clear as the aurora, watched him for a long time before he finished exhaling.

"That’s impressive," she nodded.

"Me," Dubian Che said and immediately regretted it, "Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that."

Nonsense was nonsense, but when it came to Kiyono Lin, apart from the jokes about legs, he didn’t want to make other crude jokes.

"What exactly are you referring to?" Kiyono Lin asked.

"You don’t know?" Dubian Che looked at her, surprised.

Kiyono Lin took that as a challenge, brushing off her long hair from her shoulder, and said proudly,

"Asking those who are less knowledgeable than oneself about things one doesn’t know is also one of my smart traits."

Looking at her small face as white as snow, and her eyes purer than a winter’s clear sky,

He patted her back lightly,

"Lin-san, you’ve fallen."

After returning to the boys’ dorm, his head and shoulders were covered with a layer of snow.

Saito Keisuke and others were still playing mahjong, slamming down tiles as if they wanted to smash them.

Dubian Che took out "In Search of Lost Time," which hadn’t touched a single snowflake, from inside his clothes and placed it on his bedside.

He then grabbed his clothes and toothbrush and headed to the dorm bathroom to brush his teeth and shower.

After the shower, he leaned back on his bed and read for a while, feeling sleepy amidst Proust’s lengthy, profound French sentences, and then he fell right asleep.

Dubian Che was woken up by Saito Keisuke.

"What time is it?" he propped up his upper body.

"The snow has stopped, get up," Saito Keisuke replied with a time that could mean anytime and hurriedly turned to change clothes.

Dubian Che looked out the window.

Indeed, the snow had stopped.

The clouds that had obscured the sky dissipated, and the red sunlight poured over the snowy ground.

The entire world seemed like a hearth, with the setting sun as the orange-glowing electric heater under the table.

"Dubian, hurry up, let’s go eat!" Kunii Shuichi called out.

"You guys go ahead, I’m staying with my girlfriend."

After the four left, Dubian Che dressed and left the room.

The path that had been cleared was once again covered with a thumb’s width of snow.

Several campsite staff were shoveling snow.

Boys from the class next door were building a snowman, occasionally ambushing classmates with snowballs to the head.

A snowball fight was about to break out and even drew in Dubian Che as he passed by.

"Dubian? Sorry, sorry, my bad," the person said with a laugh as he apologized.

"It’s okay."

Once the boy turned back to continue battling with his friends, Dubian Che bent down, made a snowball, and hurled it into their collars.

Instantly, the group jumped around like ants on a hot pan, yelping and frantically pulling at their clothes.

Despite the subzero weather, they were desperately tugging at their garments.

Dubian Che laughed heartily and swiftly made his getaway.

******

Jiutiao Meijie returned from Xiaoquan Aonai’s room, immediately took a shower, and changed into new pajamas.

Lying on the soft bed, nestled in the cozy blanket, she turned Dubian Che’s cell phone upside down.

Browser history, photo album, LINE chat history, she didn’t miss anything. Apart from the thoroughly cleaned chat history, there was nothing that displeased her.

She dozed off in a daze and woke up to find the snow had lessened.

Sitting by the window, facing the burning fireplace, she took out her tablet and documents to start working.

I don’t know how long it had been when the door suddenly opened, accompanied by a burst of triumphant laughter.

She didn’t turn around—there was only one other person who had a key to her room, and that was Dubian Che.

"A bunch of trash, they just had to provoke me! Hahaha!"

"What’s got you so pleased?" she asked with her mouth, her eyes continuing to scan the document in her hand.

"Meiji, listen to this!" Dubian Che, carrying the chill of the outdoors, walked over, "I was minding my own business on the way here, and those jerks from Class Three decided to pick a fight with me. I took them all down by myself, left them utterly defeated."

"That’s all the ambition you have."

Dubian Che plopped down on the sofa, "It’s with this little ambition that I chased after you. If I were any more ambitious, who knows what might happen."

"Slick talker," Jiutiao Meijie said nonchalantly.

"Right, have you seen my phone? I can’t seem to find it all of a sudden," Dubian Che asked, as if just remembering.

"On the bedside table."

Dubian Che dove onto the bed, and as he reached for his phone, Jiutiao Meijie said, "You’re very diligent about deleting your chat history."

"You looked through my phone?"

"Shouldn’t I?"

"Of course you should, but I should be able to see yours as well," Dubian Che said.

Jiutiao Meijie hummed through her nose lightly, not stopping Dubian Che from flipping through her phone.

"Password?" Dubian Che asked.

"My birthday."

"Your birthday?"

Jiutiao Meijie lifted her head, smiling, "You don’t know it?"

"How could I not know."

Dubian Che keyed in 0909, unlocked the phone, and immediately clicked into emails and chat history.

Though it was a joke, he instinctively got serious while checking.

Chat history, photos, folders—he went through everything, all were just some files and photos of the two of them.

Including some leg pictures, but he also had those on his phone.

Next was social media.

Dubian Che found something interesting—a video from the Wind Music competition, and it was all footage of him.

"Ah, my dear Meiji, look what I’ve found!" he said with ups and downs in his voice, "’Nagoya, bored’."

Having said that, Dubian Che also gave Jiutiao Meijie a meaningful glance.

Just as he continued to scroll down, Jiutiao Meijie snatched the phone out of his hand.

"What did you just go out for?" she asked coldly.

"I was in the dorm reading a book, sleeping, didn’t play mahjong."

"What did you read?"

"Chasing Water Years."

"Recite it for me."

So, Dubian Che recited in French the passage he had read that afternoon.

"[This so-called madeleine, small and plump, its shape like that of a scallop...]"

Having recited one line, Jiutiao Meijie continued to work on her document, but continued to recite in French:

"[I... noticed a curious transformation happening within me. I experienced a delightful pleasure... making me feel as though I had fallen in love...]"

Her French was melodious and fluent, very pleasant to hear.

Dubian Che leaned back on the sofa, and continued:

"[It comes unbidden, suddenly, and its origins cannot be discerned... The joys and sorrows of life are insignificant, the sufferings of life need not linger in memory, and the brevity of life is merely an illusion]"

Outside the window, the weather cleared after the snow.

Under the setting sun, some people shoveled snow, some had snowball fights, some built various sculptures.

Inside, by the burning fireplace, the two took turns reciting "Chasing Water Years."

After Jiutiao Meijie recited "[I felt as though I were looking at an old town by the sea, rose-red houses bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, set off against the violet sea]," Dubian Che clapped his hands in applause.

"Consider me outdone," he said admiringly.

"Is it that you didn’t remember what comes next, or you just don’t want to recite anymore?" Jiutiao Meijie asked with an ’it doesn’t matter what the answer is’ kind of tone, nonchalantly.

At that moment, she was dressed in something like a nightgown, cinched at the waist with a sash, gracefully highlighting her slender figure.

At the neckline, one could see her delicate and enticing collarbone.

"I didn’t expect you’d be into ’Chasing Water Years’," Dubian Che said, somewhat surprised.

Jiutiao Meijie didn’t answer, just noncommittally ’hmmed’ and continued looking through the documents in her hand.

Dubian Che poured himself a glass of water and sat idly for a while.

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