When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 185: The Happiness I Owe Him

The classroom fell silent, everyone waiting with bated breath.

It seemed that every time they observed the class representative’s program, it had become a kind of spice for the classroom atmosphere.

Compared to her, someone stood nonchalantly in the middle of the aisle, operating the computer with one hand, seemingly in the midst of debugging.

That guy had thick skin and wished nothing more than to let the whole world know that he had been secretly in love with her since they were young.

Jiang Shuyao silently lowered her head and took out her phone to open WeChat, sending a message.

No sooner had she sent the message than a cold breeze swept by her side, and when she looked again, Pei Yan had already taken his computer to the podium.

He hadn’t seen the WeChat message.

Jiang Shuyao was frustrated.

Up above, Old Man Jiang took a sip of water from his thermos and stood beside the podium to make room for the class representative.

Below, dozens of pairs of eyes were intently focused on the projector screen at the front.

A few minutes later.

With one press on the keyboard, the code in the compiler was displayed, and everyone craned their necks.

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Damn, how is it so long.

What’s the first function call?

What’s the final output?

What the hell is this.

After opening the program, the classroom was not so much quiet as it was suffocated.

Most of the dozens present struggled to rally their brain cells but could only make it to the eighth line.

Old Man Jiang’s expression was particularly priceless.

Programming exams were mostly machine-graded, and judging by Old Man Jiang’s reaction, this seemed to be the first time he was seeing the class representative’s midterm code.

He took off his reading glasses and massaged his temples, then signaled to Pei Yan, "First, run the compiled result so everyone can see it."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Compared to the brain-burning process, enjoying the direct result made them feel less foolish.

The hand Pei Yan had on the mouse relaxed, and he slowly straightened up, lazily asking, "Really want to see?"

There were a few "tsk" sounds from below.

Quit playing games, hurry up.

Old Man Jiang didn’t urge him on, though the wrinkles around his eyes had visibly deepened a lot.

F12 for a quick run.

The program interface on the projector rapidly replaced by an endless black background.

1.5 seconds later, the screen began to change.

Countless English characters, visible to the naked eye and akin to floating cosmic dust, slowly spread and gathered from afar.

Many in the audience were nearsighted and couldn’t make out the ant-sized English letters, but even this mind-blowing animation effect sent thrills through the novices who had barely begun their programming journey.

F*ck, even a basic question is made this flashy.

Shit, can this even be done in C?

Compared to everyone’s rich inner world, Jiang Xubai’s hands were a blur of movement—flipping through books, online research, hastily making notes in his memo pad, the light dancing in his eyes wanting to devour the computer screen.

The animation continued for ten seconds, and the dense characters started lining up neatly, slowly forming a series of pinyin that seemed like someone’s name.

Everyone was engrossed in watching when suddenly the projector screen went black.

Unexpectedly, the audience didn’t react much.

Except for Jiang Shuyao, who inconspicuously breathed a sigh of relief, nearly ninety percent of the people held their breath in anticipation, convinced that there was more to come.

However.

Seconds later, a certain person’s innocent yet irritating lazy laugh came from the podium, "Sorry, it ran out of battery."

....ten thousand "f*ck your mother" horses galloped by....

He Shumiao’s voice, laden with gossip, rang in her ear, "Yaoyao, I didn’t see clearly just now, but that pinyin was you, right?"

Jiang Shuyao replied seriously, "I didn’t see it clearly either, it probably wasn’t."

"If Pei Yan hasn’t been secretly in love with you, were you the one chasing him before?"

Roommates often employ logic that catches you off guard. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

She furrowed her brows in thought for a moment before giving a vague answer, "On the surface, he was the one pursuing me, but in reality, it was me pursuing him."

After completing the program demonstration, the class representative returned to her seat, and Old Man Jiang cleared his throat to begin the lecture.

He Shumiao dryly turned her head to ask Fang Wei who was beside her, "Did you understand what Yaoyao said?"

Fang Wei shrugged, "It’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?"

Obvious?

"It’s mutual love."

Oh.

There’s nothing more blissful in this world than having the person you like, like you back.

Pei Yan wasn’t blissful back then.

From now on, she would pay back the happiness she owed him, bit by bit, a hundredfold.

The long string of confusing code from the class representative was, after all, too much for everyone to enjoy.

But privately, many were still trying to copy and research it.

As for Pei Yan himself, he responded with the same message to everyone who came knocking: "If you want the code, ask my partner for it."

Every time Jiang Shuyao heard this sentence, she really wanted to slap that guy.

Faced with pairs of eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge, as the study committee member, what could she do?

She bravely gritted her teeth, like Jiang Xubai, and after returning to the dorm room immediately started flipping through books and researching. After juggling for three hours and multiple trials, she finally managed to replicate Pei Yan’s code successfully before the weekend break on Friday.

Jiang Shuyao rubbed her sore eyes.

Exhaled.

Run—

After ten seconds of animation effect, the three Chinese characters for ’Jiang Shuyao’ slowly came together in the center of the screen.

The dorm room was unusually quiet.

During the winter dusk, the slanted rays of the setting sun fell on the balcony, casting mottled shadows on the washbasin.

Her weary gaze settled quietly on those three characters.

She smiled unconsciously.

...

On Saturday, at the art hall, a fresh batch of over a dozen excellent works went on display.

Jiang Shuyao’s painting was among them.

To the art department, many were curious about this elective student who only showed her face once a week.

What was it about this non-art major, a woman from engineering, that led to such astonishing talent in art?

During the last art exam, the theme given by the tutor was—The Beauty of Life.

Among the uniformity of humanity and natural landscapes, a painting of a figure from behind broke free from restraints, dazzling everyone.

That painting, "Dawn," was hung in the very center of the exhibition hall under the tutor’s instruction.

For most of the art department, that spot was known as the C position.

The background of the canvas was exceedingly simple: a slender figure in a white lab coat walking in the darkness before dawn, with thorns underfoot, still fearlessly approaching the unknown end of life.

Below the work, a small personal seal was stamped—Jiang Shuyao.

At the moment, countless people crowded in front of "Dawn."

Around the corner of the staircase, Pei Yan casually rubbed the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, tilting his head towards Jiang Shuyao, "Not going over?"

She maintained the same posture, leaning on the opposite staircase’s handrail, her gaze falling on the hand in his pocket, and the corners of her lips imperceptibly twitched.

"Let’s wait a bit more."

"Wait for what?"

Jiang Shuyao withdrew her gaze, speaking nonchalantly, "The time it takes to give you a cigarette."

...

Pei Yan couldn’t help laughing out loud.

He leaned in close, tilted his head, and kissed her cheek, "Princess is so understanding, promising."

She silently watched him.

That person casually turned around as if nothing had happened, lighting a cigarette as he stepped down the stairs.

The no-smoking sign on the wall might as well have been invisible to him.

Bastard, there are cameras, you know.