When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 207: Disliking Him

"This talk is toxic," successfully blocked out Jiang Shuyao and Fang Wei’s busy memorizing voices.

Of course, it also seemed like a curse.

He Shumiao comfortably lay down on the bed, briefly reviewed the contents of her studies before closing her eyes, then peacefully slipped into a lovely dream.

"What time is it now?"

"Eight o’clock."

Being able to fall asleep at eight, the class president’s sleep quality is truly enviable to the point of jealousy.

Fang Wei turned her head and asked, "Are we still memorizing?"

Jiang Shuyao closed her book, "We are the successors of socialism, we should concentrate on our studies."

Oh.

Memorizing for an entire week, the outcomes couldn’t possibly be determined in just one night.

Jiang Shuyao packed up her books, took out her pajamas from the closet to prepare for a shower, and when she passed by the empty bed next to her, she paused briefly, then turned back to put the clothes away.

Tonight was windless, and the rooftop corner had gained a dimly lit Little Orange Lamp.

Jiang Shuyao only realized upon drawing closer that there was an actual flame inside the lamp.

Under the night sky, it reminded her of a line of poetry,

"What night is it tonight? Together under this lamp’s light."

A person, a zither, a drink, and a lamp—if this was ancient times, what tranquil elegance it would be.

However, the reality was that the zither’s master was anything but leisurely.

Not only not leisurely, but somewhat irritable.

The melody was raw, and one she had never heard before. Jiang Shuyao sat down next to him and asked, "What’s the name of this song?"

Zhong Yuan took a harsh drag of his cigarette, "You call that thing just now a song?"

Hmph.

She scoffed sarcastically, "No name, just random playing."

Random playing...

Jiang Shuyao smiled faintly, disbelieving.

"Tomorrow’s the exam, do you want to go down and rest earlier?"

"What time counts as early?"

"Ten o’clock."

Zhong Yuan strummed the strings a couple of times, "Still over an hour to go."

She put down the guitar, got up, and walked to the edge of the rooftop. Their heights were comparable, and the railing just reached their shoulders.

Zhong Yuan glanced downward and pointed at the lamp outside the dorm building, "Do you see that person under the light? Is that Pei Yan?"

?

Jiang Shuyao didn’t have time to confirm. She quickly turned away, suspicion crossing her mind, "Did you see clearly? He should still be at the base at this hour."

Silence by her side.

After a long while, she slowly turned her head to meet Zhong Yuan’s half-smiling gaze.

"You’re that afraid of him?"

Of course she was.

That guy was sensitively minded, and with final exams approaching, she didn’t want to cause any unpleasantness.

Before she could speak, Zhong Yuan continued, "What’s there to fear? If one day you can’t tolerate him anymore, just come to me."

Come to you, for what.

Jiang Shuyao blinked, waiting for him to continue.

Zhong Yuan threw away his cigarette butt, stamped it out with his foot, and said expressionlessly, "I’ll help you fix him."

?!!

Actually, there was wind tonight.

A strand of hair, blown by the wind, slightly obscured her vision.

But she could still clearly see the disdain and mockery on the face of the person next to her.

Jiang Shuyao swallowed, dryly asked, "Did you know about Pei Yan wanting to expel you from the base?"

"I didn’t know."

That’s awkward.

Not willing to leave it at that, she pressed on, "Are you standing up for me?"

Zhong Yuan shook his head, "No."

Then what was it for.

"Simply can’t stand the sight of him."

Oh.

Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?"

Under the night sky, a hint of helplessness crossed the girl’s eyes.

"He means no harm, he just has a bad temper. It’s not like he wants to target you specifically."

Jiang Shuyao slowly turned around, her gaze falling toward a particular spot beneath the dormitory where it was empty, without a trace of anyone.

See, Zhong Yuan was right, she really was a bit afraid of him.

That fear wouldn’t show on her face, but from the unconscious movements she made at certain moments, one could tell if they probed just a little.

Lost in thought, the sound of a lighter igniting rang out again.

Tonight, Zhong Yuan seemed to crave cigarettes much more than usual, not at all sure if it was due to creative frustrations or something else.

The smoke drifted with the wind, dispersing into the air. Every time Jiang Shuyao stood in just the right spot to avoid getting choked.

In fact, it could also be that the smoker was simply really good at choosing angles.

"What does his bad temper have to do with me?"

After saying that, Zhong Yuan issued a direct eviction order, "You should go back, it’s getting windy."

Only after he mentioned it did Jiang Shuyao shiver, realizing belatedly.

To save hassle, she simply wore a down jacket over her pajamas.

In Rong City’s winter night, not wearing an extra sweater was practically courting a cold.

Jiang Shuyao had never had much faith in her own health; just before leaving, she pointed at the guitar on the ground, "It’s wooden; leaving it out like this, it’s likely to get damp."

Then she heard a barely discernible chuckle from behind: "Thanks, the investor is rich."

Hmm.

To be trusted unconditionally by the band leader, Chen Jin was definitely getting his money’s worth.

Principles of Thought was a compulsory public course, supervision was lax, and you could choose your seat freely; you just had to leave a seat empty between you and the person next to you.

After entering the classroom, Jiang Shuyao was surprised to find Boss Pei already casually reclining in the back row, eyes closed, resting.

She hesitated for a moment but still walked toward the back of the classroom.

Stopping in the aisle, she poked his shoulder with her hand, "Where should I sit?"

Pei Yan opened his eyes, and even when looking up at her, he still had the air of a lordly figure. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"You really listen to me, huh?" He didn’t move, his tone lazy, a total lack of humor in his eyes.

Jiang Shuyao furrowed her brows and asked, "What got into you, young master? Temper acting up again?"

She didn’t want to deal with him and turned to leave; there were plenty of seats in the classroom.

It just proved that a lord was a lord; trying to confront him head-on, he would show you what ’temper’ really meant.

Under the control of his large hand, Jiang Shuyao found herself almost powerless.

Forced to sit in the chair in front of him, facing judgment.

"Princess, where were you after eight last night?"

Last night, at eight.

Usually, being so precise about the time indicated that the judge had all the clues.

But it couldn’t be ruled out that he was just paranoid, maybe just using it as a pretext to test.

Jiang Shuyao calmly replied, "I was in the dorm, taking a shower, getting ready to sleep."

The hand on the back of her neck suddenly tightened.

"Lie to me again."

"I’m not lying."

Her back turned to him, she naturally escaped his probing eyes.

After a standoff, Pei Yan scoffed and let go.

He kicked the chair under the girl, "Come sit next to me."

Who did he think he was ordering around?

Jiang Shuyao had her own stubbornness; anything she deemed unreasonable, even if it was someone she liked, couldn’t sway her principles.

Like with Zhong Yuan’s issue, she couldn’t just blindly obey his wishes and cut ties without a good reason.

The conversation couldn’t continue because the invigilator had already entered with the test papers.

Considering it wisely, Jiang Shuyao still moved to sit beside that guy in the back.

Watching the person with a conceited look, she silently turned her head away.

Not a single word memorized, where did all that confidence come from?

The test papers rustled from the first row to the very back, the invigilator wearing glasses, his face stern.