August has always been extremely hot, with even the wind bringing heat.

"Wen Yao, this is also your book." Jiang Shuyi moved the last box into the room.

She stood by the air conditioner.

"Thank you, you should take a break." Wen Yao didn't turn around, quietly sitting on the other side of the bookshelf to start arranging books.

Jiang Shuyi, looking tired, collapsed onto the sofa in the living room.

In early July, both Jiang Shuyi and Wen Yao were accepted into A University.

Without a second thought, Jiang Haichao took Jiang Shuyi to the capital to look for a house.

This house now has great lighting, suits Jiang Shuyi's taste, and most importantly, the bathroom is spacious. Jiang Shuyi decided on it right away.

Jiang Haichao's secretary handled everything quickly, and they completed the procedures almost effortlessly, being told they could move in by the end of August.

They moved in just before A University started.

After resting for a while, Jiang Shuyi stared out at the dense shade of trees visible through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows.

"This place feels like another country."

"Anyway, it won't be long before you adapt. Your ability to adjust has always been amazing."

Wen Yao didn't say much more and continued to organize her books.

She flipped through the books in her hand and quietly placed them on the bookshelf.

As Jiang Shuyi watched Wen Yao organize the books, she got up from the sofa and wrapped her arms around Wen Yao's waist. "What language is this book in? French?"

"French." Wen Yao said, placing another book inside.

"I think I've only heard you read in English, I've never heard you read any other foreign languages..." Jiang Shuyi rested her head on Wen Yao's shoulder.

"So?"

"I want you to read it to me." Jiang Shuyi blinked at her.

"... You don't understand French, what's the point of reading it?"

Wen Yao was a bit puzzled and continued placing the books on the shelf.

"I'd be really happy." Jiang Shuyi smiled.

"For example," Jiang Shuyi reached over Wen Yao's shoulder and turned a page. "What's this page about? Can you read it to me?"

"It's just a regular mythological story," Wen Yao glanced at her, "What's the point of this..."

"Just read it." Jiang Shuyi pleaded persistently.

Wen Yao, unable to resist her, finally began to read it aloud.

Her voice was quite cold, but when speaking French, the soft sounds were quite enchanting.

Listening to Wen Yao's voice, Jiang Shuyi gently kissed her neck, "It sounds even better this way."

". . ." Wen Yao's voice abruptly stopped, "You're being inappropriate."

Jiang Shuyi focused intently on her eyes, looking quite obedient.

Wen Yao looked at her eyes, slightly furrowing her brows, "Wait until I finish organizing..."

"Fine." Jiang Shuyi reluctantly let go of her hand, suddenly noticing something shiny on Wen Yao's neck.

Because Wen Yao usually wore high-necked clothes, she hadn't noticed it before...

Jiang Shuyi reached out and touched the shiny thing, which immediately slipped out.

Jiang Shuyi stared at the ring that slipped out, stunned for a moment.

— Why does this design look so much like the one I have?

". . ." Wen Yao shot a glance at Jiang Shuyi and calmly tucked the pendant back inside her clothing.

Jiang Shuyi couldn't help but laugh.

"... I knew you bought me a ring! You secretly got matching rings, didn't you?"

Jiang Shuyi buried her head on Wen Yao's shoulder, "And you said it wasn't a proposal, if it's not a proposal, then what is it?"

Wen Yao tapped her head with the book in her hand, "Stop being annoying."

"Ahem, do you want to marry me, Wen Yao?"

Jiang Shuyi quickly took off Wen Yao's necklace, grinning widely.

Wen Yao, seeing her pendant being taken off, frowned and turned around, "Jiang Shuyi, I'll give you three seconds, give it back to me."

Jiang Shuyi put the pendant behind her.

Wen Yao looked expressionlessly at Jiang Shuyi, "One..."

"I'm not giving it back. Those three seconds don't count anymore, I'm not listening," Jiang Shuyi said, tightening her embrace around Wen Yao, feeling a wave of happiness. "Unless you tell me, does this mean what I think it means..."

Wen Yao remained silent.

Seeing her not responding, Jiang Shuyi smiled and half knelt in front of Wen Yao.

Imitating Wen Yao's tone, she said, "Show me your left hand."

Wen Yao helplessly looked at her and extended her left hand.

Jiang Shuyi smiled as she gently placed the ring on Wen Yao's ring finger and couldn't help but kiss her hand.

"You're mine now."

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After the semester change, the Life and Medicine department required students to meet with professors.

Although Jiang Shuyi's seniors warned her not to fill in the name of a certain devilish professor, Jiang Shuyi inexplicably wrote down Wen Yao's name.

People in the department now call her the brave one.

Professor Wen Yao's office is on the third floor of the West Building.

Jiang Shuyi knocked on the door, finding it unlocked. Inside, a kettle had just boiled, filling the room with the bitter aroma of black coffee and a faint floral scent.

Jiang Shuyi glanced at the bookshelf, filled with many books in English, German, and French...

"Are you the only one this year?" a cold voice came from outside the door.

Jiang Shuyi turned her head and saw a woman in a white lab coat slowly walking into the lab, holding several folders. She was dressed in a shirt and wore black leather shoes, her hair neatly tied up at the back.

"Ah, Professor Wen, I'm Jiang Shuyi." Jiang Shuyi bowed slightly.

Professor Wen's tone was very cold, "Hello, please sit down. I need to take a look at your file first."

— Looking at the file.

Jiang Shuyi nervously sat down, feeling as if she were perched on the edge of a cliff.

It was the change of seasons, and it started drizzling outside the window.

As the seasons changed, light rain began to fall outside the window.

". . ." Professor Wen sat in front of the computer, reviewing the proposal and transcript Jiang Shuyi had submitted. Her brow gradually furrowed, and what started as an upright posture slowly shifted as she rested her chin on one hand.

Jiang Shuyi felt her heart sink lower and lower.

Professor Wen sighed, slowly took off her glasses, pinched the bridge of her nose, and took a sip of coffee.

"I'm very strict with my students, and I hope you can work harder yourself." she said in a deep voice.

Jiang Shuyi nodded, respectfully preparing to listen further.

"I have to go give a lecture at B University later," Professor Wen glanced at her watch. "I had hoped you could attend this lecture as well, but looking at your grades, I think you might not understand it right now."

". . ." Jiang Shuyi wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"I will assign you tasks for the next few months. Are you okay with that?"

Jiang Shuyi didn't dare to refuse and nodded.

"Then let's talk while we walk, you can start a recording."

Jiang Shuyi immediately opened the recording app on her phone.

Both of them opened their umbrellas and walked towards the school parking lot while discussing.

"You should have received the reading list for this semester. You need to finish those green textbooks within the next month and write a book report. The word count should be the same as my midterm assignment."

Jiang Shuyi felt a chill run down her back. She remembered those green books were as thick as dictionaries and the midterm assignment required at least eight thousand words, but she didn't dare to argue and could only nod. "... Oh, okay."

"Our course also places importance on English. There's a blue manual with professional terms, you should memorize that book as well."

". . ." Memorize that too? Jiang Shuyi despaired as she repeated it in her mind.

Are we really counting in "books" as units?

Jiang Shuyi lowered her head, not daring to look into the professor's eyes, feeling a chill inside.

"And also..." Professor Wen assigned Jiang Shuyi a study plan as they walked toward the parking lot.

"I will check regularly. Your proposal needs to be revised, the current version is unacceptable."

". . ."

"We have a lot of past materials from students in our lab, you can take a look at what your seniors wrote."

"Okay." Jiang Shuyi nodded. "Then how should I contact you once I've completed the tasks?"

". . ." Wen Yao glanced at Jiang Shuyi and quickly provided her with her phone number and email. "This email is my work contact. I check it every morning, so you can send your assignments in the evening without any issues."

"You can call me between 9 AM and 5 PM on weekdays. In case of emergencies, please adapt as needed."

"I understand." Jiang Shuyi nodded and thanked her.

"Then that's settled."

Wen Yao nodded at her.

"Professor Wen." Jiang Shuyi called out to her.

"Is there anything else?" Wen Yao looked at Jiang Shuyi.

Jiang Shuyi, holding her umbrella, quietly half-knelt in front of her.

". . ." Wen Yao paused, about to ask what Jiang Shuyi was doing, only to see her tying the shoelace on her left foot that had somehow come loose.

After carefully tying the shoelace, Jiang Shuyi stood up slowly, revealing a smile. "This way, the shoelaces won't come undone easily."

Wen Yao fell silent for a moment before saying, "Thank you, but next time you can just tell me directly if something like this happens."

"I was just helping out. You had things in your hands, right?"

". . ." Wen Yao remained silent.

"Thank you for your guidance today, Professor."

Jiang Shuyi smiled again, her smile brightening the atmosphere.

"Have a safe trip."

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