When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 209: Dreams and Love Do Not Conflict

Chapter 209: Chapter 209: Dreams and Love Do Not Conflict

The two days that followed were filled with exams in advanced mathematics, English, and programming courses. Compared to the ordeal of the ethics exam, Jiang Shuyao finally understood the utmost delight of "bitter first, sweet later."

The school’s arrangement was great.

It felt like the entire semester had rounded off nicely.

Returning to the dorm, He Shumiao and Fang Wei were packing their bags. Jiang Shuyao asked them, "Leaving campus so soon? Why not stay and have fun for a few more days?"

Fang Wei sighed deeply, "Tickets are too hard to get now, we can’t choose when we leave."

"Exactly, Yaoyao. You’re lucky, just a subway ride and you’re home."

That’s right.

If Jiang Shuyao said she was actually envious of them, it might have seemed insincere.

In the afternoon, Ms. Zhu called to ask about the specific time she was coming home.

"Tomorrow... might not be that early, there’s still some things to do at school."

"So busy in your freshman year?" her mother was somewhat incredulous.

Jiang Shuyao pursed her lips, thought for two seconds, "My roommate and I are both class monitors, we need to stay behind and sort out some class matters, should be quick, a few days should do it."

"I see." Her mother pondered for a moment, then asked, "Is Yan staying behind to keep you company?"

Caught off guard.

It was rare for her mother to mention Pei Yan without beating around the bush.

Jiang Shuyao tightened her grip on her phone and blurted out a second lie.

"He might not be, he has other things to keep him busy."

The biggest advantage of college is providing more excuses for not wanting to go home.

Zhu Yun, having been through it herself, could more or less sense her daughter’s little scheme but didn’t call her out, just reminded her to eat well and avoid staying up late before hanging up.

Yes...

Jiang Shuyao revealed a sneaky grin.

For this winter break, her plan was to hole up in the base coding for ten days, then go home for the New Year.

After the New Year, she planned to return to school a week early to continue coding.

Isn’t that fulfilling?

She laughed at herself.

Just as she looked up, her view was blocked by the tall figure standing over her.

"What are you smiling about, Princess?"

"Nothing."

Jiang Shuyao sat up straight and switched on her computer.

Seeing her posture, Pei Yan raised an eyebrow, "Planning to settle down in the base?"

"I would if I could, but is that feasible?"

Well then.

Pei Yan crossed his arms and sat on the edge of the desk, all prim and proper, "You really don’t want to go back that much?"

He didn’t give her a chance to reply, continuing, "I have a good suggestion, want to hear it?"

Jiang Shuyao glanced at him, then silently turned away.

Stop it, your brain is full of junk.

She scolded him in her mind, since he was so intuitive he could read her like a book just by her expressions, no need to waste words.

The odd atmosphere lasted no more than two seconds before Jiang Shuyao’s phone rang.

Seeing it was a call from a mentor at the Art College, she immediately perked up.

The teacher spoke concisely, but the happiness and gratification in his voice was evident.

Because her last piece, "Dawn," had won an award.

Although Rong University couldn’t compare to specialized art institutes like Yangjin, being in the top fifteen nationwide still meant much better resources than ordinary universities.

The mentor called firstly to congratulate her on winning the award, and secondly to ask if she could make time to attend the award ceremony.

The ceremony was next Saturday, at the Capital Art Museum.

Jiang Shuyao was stunned for several seconds, not comprehending.

The Capital...

It was said that many famous painters would be attending the ceremony.

Without a doubt, it was an excellent opportunity to communicate and learn from master artists.

The mentor asked her to respond as soon as possible, as they had to submit the quota in advance, and the school would cover the flight and accommodation costs.

"Pei Yan."

"Hmm?"

"Is the Capital fun?" Jiang Shuyao asked.

Pei Yan patted her head, "You’ll know if it’s fun or not once you go. Rest early these days and free up some energy. I’ll take you on a seven-day tour of the Capital, and we’ll have a blast."

Seven days!

She blinked, uncertain, "Will that be too long?"

"When you’re with me, you can only feel that time is too short."

Oh.

Whatever you say, you’re the boss.

Pei Yan wanted to buy first-class tickets, but Jiang Shuyao stopped him.

She reminded him, "The school only reimburses for economy class, and that’s just for one person."

Pei Yan looked at her thoughtfully, "Are you trying to save money for me?"

The girl nodded, "Yes."

Someone laughed halfway, then she quietly said, "Didn’t you want to start a business and open a company in your sophomore year? Better save up some money now."

That gaze lingered on her face.

Jiang Shuyao slowly stood up from the chair, walked over, and hugged his waist, "Pei Yan, I’m not a greenhouse flower that needs pampering. Use the money where it’s needed; let’s strive together."

Pei Yan lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, "What about the Princess’s dream?"

"Dreams and love don’t conflict."

She didn’t want to hide it anymore; her insistence on staying at the base to work on the project was to better help him in the future.

Actually, managing programming like love isn’t bad either.

The girl spoke with unusual candor, "Anyway, don’t worry about it, I’ll surely not fare worse in the art world than you do in the IT industry."

Pei Yan laughed, his chest trembling, his large hand pressing against the back of her head, almost wishing he could crush her into his heart.

"No wonder I chose you. You have such spirit."

What now?

Her spirit was his credit, eh?

The night before going to the Capital, Jiang Shuyao called her mother to tell her about the award.

Ms. Zhu didn’t know what to feel at the moment, pulling her husband’s arm and asking, "How did our daughter become so outstanding?"

Haha.

Jiang Tingsong sipped his tea leisurely, "Mainly good genes."

Paternal genes.

His architectural background gave him a decent drawing foundation, naturally his daughter wouldn’t be far off.

Look how proud he feels.

Ms. Zhu snorted, "Drawing isn’t the same as your drafting, worlds apart, don’t flatter yourself, go wash up."

Jiang Tingsong retorted, "Who was it that strongly opposed Yaoyao’s drawing before, and now who is getting slapped in the face?"

Ms. Zhu felt a suffocating anger rising, incredulously looking at her husband.

"Have some conscience, you had objections back then too, you didn’t want to be the bad guy, so I stepped forward. Jiang Tingsong, how can you be so..."

Forget it.

She didn’t want to argue with him late at night.

It would just end up with her being told she’s going through menopause.

Ms. Zhu barely slept that night, still thinking about her husband’s words, who indeed got slapped in the face.

It was indeed a slap.

But she also felt relieved, thankful that the child had always persisted.

The sky in the Capital was clearer and bluer than in Rong City.

This city, filled with the ideals and ambitions of many young people, brimming with opportunities and competitiveness, made Jiang Shuyao’s heart in her chest subtly quicken.

Everyone has regrets, hoping in the future there might be a chance to leave her mark on this land.

The award ceremony was at three in the afternoon, for convenience, they both stayed at a hotel near the Art Museum.

However, Jiang Shuyao astonishingly discovered that Zhizhen, unbeknownst to her from which year, had expanded its territory to the Capital.

Indeed, the office building across, with its unique architecture, captivated her at a glance.