Although it was the weekend, Wen Yao woke up a bit earlier than usual.

Jiang Shuyi heard the rustling sound of Wen Yao getting dressed while still half asleep.

". . ." Jiang Shuyi felt groggy, and in a daze, she heard the sound of pages turning.

After a while, Wen Yao nudged her shoulder, "Jiang Shuyi, time to get up."

The bright daylight was blinding, and Jiang Shuyi felt a slight headache. She turned over, burying her face in the pillow. "I want to sleep a bit longer..."

Ignoring her, Wen Yao said, "It's already eight o'clock, don't waste time."

Eight o'clock. Jiang Shuyi felt like sighing. She turned to look at Wen Yao standing by the window, squinted, and reached out her hand, playfully saying, "Pull me up..."

Seeing Jiang Shuyi's hand waving in the air, Wen Yao had no choice but to grasp it.

Jiang Shuyi held Wen Yao's hand, laughing as she pulled it towards herself. Wen Yao didn't react in time, lost her balance, ending up in Jiang Shuyi's arms.

"Stop messing around." Wen Yao pinched the corner of her eye.

Jiang Shuyi laughed but didn't let go of Wen Yao. "But I want to hear my morning 'I like you.'"

She whispered in Wen Yao's ear.

It was clear that Jiang Shuyi was serious about wanting to hear it twice a day.

Wen Yao turned and kissed Jiang Shuyi's cheek, as if intending to replace words with a kiss.

". . ." Jiang Shuyi touched her own face, clearly very happy, but still held onto Wen Yao tightly. With her eyes closed, she said, "A kiss doesn't count, I want to hear you say it."

Wen Yao was silent for a while and then very awkwardly said, "I like you."

Jiang Shuyi immediately hugged her and smiled, "I like you too. Do you want to sleep a bit more?"

Wen Yao hit her with a pillow, saying, "...Get up."

After getting up, Jiang Shuyi saw Wen Yao pulling out her suitcase while brushing her teeth. Jiang Shuyi glanced at her and asked, "Are you going on a trip?"

"Just going home for a bit." Wen Yao replied quietly, putting on her coat.

She turned to look at Jiang Shuyi. "Do you want to come with me?"

"...Yes." Jiang Shuyi didn't want to stay at home alone doing homework, so she quickly freshened up and followed Wen Yao out.

The old building where Wen Yao lived looked the same.

During the daytime, under the intense sunlight, the cracks on the gray concrete building were clearly visible, giving it a desolate appearance as if it had been swept by a tornado.

Even though it was the weekend daytime, it was still quiet and uneventful. Jiang Shuyi tightened her grip on Wen Yao's hand.

Wen Yao took out a key from her pocket, opened the door, and the door made a creaking sound as it opened.

Inside the room, the window had been repaired, and the plain curtains hung to one side, looking rather pitiful.

The home was still neatly organized, with not much clutter around.

The empty table, the fridge with nothing in it, the old wardrobe—everything was tidy but looked very desolate.

Wen Yao quietly pulled open the curtains and began to put her books into the suitcase bit by bit.

"I'll help you." Jiang Shuyi said, starting to assist as well.

She wore a hint of happiness on her face. "Are you moving all your things to my place?"

— It feels a bit like getting married.

". . ." Wen Yao slowly placed the remaining books into her own box.

"This place technically isn't my home, it's just a house my father rented at a cheap price."

"According to the contract, it's set to expire after May. Since that's exam season, dealing with rent, room damages, and other issues with the landlord then would be troublesome. I'm just preparing in advance."

As Wen Yao spoke, she got up and walked to the mailbox behind the door.

Most of the mailbox was filled with advertisements because Wen Yao's mailbox at home was already stuffed with various ads, so it was hard to tell if there was anything important.

Wen Yao slowly pulled the letters out of the mailbox, sorted through them, and checked for anything significant.

After a while, she extracted an envelope and quietly slipped it into her pocket.

Jiang Shuyi came over, curious, and glanced at the envelope, which only had an address and Wen Yao's name written on it.

Jiang Shuyi stared into her eyes and asked curiously, "Who sent the letter?"

She had a hunch that this was a reply to the letter Wen Yao sent last time.

Wen Yao glanced at her, not hiding anything. "Someone you've met."

"...Someone I've met?"

Jiang Shuyi thought for a moment and then widened her eyes, her tone a bit sour. "Little Turtle?"

The only people they both knew outside of their classmates were their families and Xiao Jiayu.

Wen Yao looked at her calmly, slowly withdrawing her gaze to open the wardrobe.

"So you've given Professor Xiao that nickname. Have you given me one too?"

". . ."

"No, I haven't."

Jiang Shuyi's voice was airy, like a schoolchild caught in a prank by their teacher, nervously hiding their hands.

— It seems like there is a nickname after all.

Wen Yao narrowed her eyes, knowing that this alpha had an astonishing creativity when it came to strange things.

Jiang Shuyi changed the subject back, "I don't really like him. I'll get jealous if you're writing to him."

"It's not Xiao Jiayu."

Wen Yao said calmly as she slowly took out her spring school uniform. Spring was just around the corner, and she needed to take both the spring and summer uniforms.

Jiang Shuyi felt much better. "Oh, then who is it?"

Wen Yao lowered her gaze. "Didn't you see him last time you were here? It's that person."

". . ." Jiang Shuyi taken aback for a moment, suddenly recalling the man who had smashed the glass.

"I compile the scholarships I receive at the beginning of each semester and send over the related receipts, but in reality, the scholarships are far less than the amount I owe." Wen Yao said quietly as she packed her books into the suitcase.

"But he shouldn't have treated you like that, you were still a student at that time..." Jiang Shuyi complained.

"He used to be friends with my father. Before this happened, he was quite nice."

"In the end, the person who owes money is in the wrong, and that person is my father."

Jiang Shuyi leaned over, "You can let my parents help you..."

"You've already helped me a lot, I don't want to burden you with everything. For things I can handle on my own, I want to do them myself."

Jiang Shuyi nodded, then kissed Wen Yao on the cheek. "But you can still rely on me more, I like being relied on by you."

"...Okay."

Jiang Shuyi glanced at the books Wen Yao was slowly taking down. Most of them were related to history, philosophy, and social economics, with very few medical books.

"By the way, why did you choose our department?" Jiang Shuyi was somewhat incredulous.

Wen Yao glanced at Jiang Shuyi, "Actually, there wasn't much to it. I considered stability and salary, and in the end, studying medicine just suited me."

"I initially just wanted a stable job, so I was thinking of studying something else, but because of my family's situation, studying something else would have been a bit difficult." Wen Yao explained simply.

"At the time, I had to choose between a private school with high subsidies and A University. I chose the school with higher subsidies, where I could stay on as a lecturer after graduation, with slightly higher financial aid."

"If I were to go into research, there would also be a lot of grants and bonuses."

"Now looking back, after studying for so many years, this is still the most suitable path for me."

Considering the scholarship, she entered H University, which wasn't her target school, and to maintain her living expenses, she chose to stay on after graduation.

Although it sounded a bit awkward, Wen Yao had always lived with integrity and honesty.

Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao, as if seeing her figure out how to survive with great effort.

Wen Yao looked at Jiang Shuyi and changed the subject, "I'm curious, why were you so confident in choosing our school's Life Sciences and Medicine back then?"

Jiang Shuyi scratched her back, speaking softly as if admitting a mistake, "Because I was interested."

"Interested?" Wen Yao shot her a skeptical glance, "You?"

Jiang Shuyi glanced hesitantly at Wen Yao and whispered, "At that time, I was interested in the professor of Life Sciences and Medicine..."

Wen Yao paused for a moment, then turned away. "Are you an idiot?"

—I knew she would say that.

Jiang Shuyi turned around and pressed Wen Yao against the wooden wardrobe behind her, looking at her with a hint of resentment. "Who was it that said they liked me for being silly yesterday?"

Wen Yao stared at Jiang Shuyi, remaining silent.

— Playing deaf again.

The two locked eyes, and Jiang Shuyi couldn't help but lean in and kiss Wen Yao on the lips.

Before long, Wen Yao wrapped her arms around Jiang Shuyi's neck in response.

After a moment, their faces parted...

"Actually," Jiang Shuyi looked into Wen Yao's eyes and whispered, "You must be quite happy hearing me say that, right?"

Wen Yao turned her gaze away.

"...You're happy." Jiang Shuyi said with a smile as she observed Wen Yao's reaction and kissed her again. For a moment, all they could hear was each other's breathing.

Jiang Shuyi's hand rested on the collar of Wen Yao's shirt and unbuttoned one button.

Wen Yao reached up and buttoned it back, "The room hasn't been cleaned yet."

Jiang Shuyi glanced around the room, which had been left untouched for a while, and indeed, some places were a bit dusty.

". . ."

Jiang Shuyi rested her head on Wen Yao's shoulder, sighing deeply, feeling a sense of urgency within her.

After a while, she leaned in close to Wen Yao's ear and suggested, "How about you turn your back to me—"

". . ." Wen Yao furrowed her brows at her idea and lectured, "Do you usually learn these things?"

Jiang Shuyi, hearing her tone resembling that of a teacher, glanced away for a moment but remained persistent, "Just try it, just this once—"

Wen Yao found herself pushed against the wardrobe by Jiang Shuyi, her head resting on her own arm, allowing Jiang Shuyi to kiss her.

". . ." Wen Yao turned her head, her fingers slowly tightening into a fist before she let out a breath.

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Noon.

Wen Yao slowly buttoned up her shirt.

Jiang Shuyi helped Wen Yao fix the hair that had fallen inside her collar, appearing to really enjoy this moment.

Wen Yao's face was still a bit flushed, and Jiang Shuyi leaned in, whispering, "If you like it, we can do this again next time—"

"You can speak less, Jiang Shuyi."

"...Oh."

Jiang Shuyi immediately closed her mouth obediently, standing quietly like a mute while watching Wen Yao tidy her clothes.

"Jiang Shuyi," Wen Yao glanced at her while adjusting her collar, "I think it would be better for you to switch majors. You can still reapply before April. Think it over and make a careful decision."

"But I want to be classmates with you."

"If we're not in the same department, we might not be able to have lunch together every day." Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao.

"I just said that I chose this major out of my own needs, but you should also know that it's not suitable for you." Wen Yao stated firmly.

"And you know my situation. I might graduate at a faster pace."

". . ."

Indeed, life is unfair, fate had not given Jiang Shuyi the same intellect as Wen Yao.

When she was in college, Jiang Shuyi delayed her graduation, while Wen Yao in front of her was at a professorial level. It was evident that now she was even considering skipping grades. Maybe by the time she was in her third year, she would already have a Ph.D., and by her fourth year, she might even have switched to being a lecturer.

". . ."

Jiang Shuyi fell silent for a moment and looked at Wen Yao. "By the way, why did you delay your graduation back then?"

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