After the message was sent, Jian Anran immediately pressed the lock screen button to turn off the screen. In an instant, the only light source in the bed disappeared, and she could not see her fingers.
It didn't light up again for a long time.
She tapped the screen—2:15 am.
At this point, it was really difficult for someone to reply to the message instantly. Jian Anran turned over and tossed and turned all night without sleep.
The next morning, Jian Anran had a hard time getting up. She was half asleep and half awake when she heard Ning Beibei wailing through the quilt.
"What unlucky college student starts classes at eight o'clock in the morning four days out of five days a week? Who understands my pain?"
"Jian Anran, can't you afford it? It's half past seven, and I have to sprint another 100 meters later."
There was no response from the tightly rolled pink quilt. Ning Beibei stepped forward with a toothbrush in her mouth and lifted it hard, and lifted the rolled-up Jian Anran out of the quilt.
Ning Beibei looked through the mirror and saw Jian Anran, whose dark circles were about to fall to the ground, swaying and getting closer. She mechanically picked up the toothbrush and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Staying up late again? Did you secretly think about some handsome guy in bed last night?" Ning Beibei leaned over and touched her waist with his elbow.
Hearing the word "handsome guy" seemed to trigger some emergency activation mechanism in Jian Anran's subconscious. She woke up immediately and instinctively shook her head in denial.
"What are you making all the fuss about?" Ning Beibei disagreed. "What drama are you following recently?"
"Watched it all night, it doesn't look good." Jian Anran said a few words casually, and Ning Beibei stopped asking.
This is their tacit two-person daily life. Luojiang University has some two-person dormitories for non-freshmen to apply for. Jian Anran and Ning Beibei, who have just entered the freshman year, still live in a four-person dormitory.
Suffering from the ex-roommate's hysterical yelling at Mai and his teammates every day when the game started, the mentally weak two people coincided with each other and applied for the current two-person room together to enjoy the quiet life of a stay-at-home girl.
Ning Beibei is a serious fan of B-games. She wears headphones every day and is immersed in the dazzling handsome guys on the screen, while Jian Anran's usual leisure and entertainment activity is watching dramas with headphones.
Unlike most movies and TV dramas, Jian Anran has always lived an extremely regular and peaceful college life.
The little unspeakable secret with Wen Siheng was purely an accident.
The courses at their School of Architecture are mainly professional courses and elective courses within the school, so they spend most of their time in the building of the School of Architecture.
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Seeing that the elevator door in front of her was about to close, Ning Beibei shouted loudly, pulling Jian Anran forward and rushing into the elevator.
Jian Anran stood there with her hands on her hips, panting. When Ning Beibei looked up, a smile immediately broke out on her face.
"Good morning, handsome old Mr. Wen."
Jian Anran was startled when she heard this. She looked up at the tall and slender figure in front of her. Her sharp features were trying to show a friendly face to them.
Although it does look gentle, a sense of indifference and loneliness arises from top to bottom, and the temperature of the entire elevator drops by three degrees in an instant.
She unconsciously clenched the cell phone she had been holding in her hand. One night passed, and there was no message on WeChat.
Jian Anran deliberately avoided the sight from above. The other person was holding a cup of coffee with a cup cover in his hand.
Isn't it quite leisurely? Is this a hot search that you want to deal with passively after hanging up all night and the number of discussions doubled? Jian Anran, who was already haggard, drooped his head and looked very ugly.
"Hello." Wen Siheng greeted politely, as if nothing had happened.
Ning Beibei met the handsome guy when she got up early, and she was filled with love all the way off the elevator.
"Tell me, what kind of person is the handsome teacher?"
"Not like a good person."
"Yes, yes, you also think he is a criminal, right?" Ning Beibei chirped at Jian Anran, "He is an arsonist in his heart."
"Stop making more cheesy videos." She patted Ning Beibei on the shoulder wordlessly.
As soon as Ning Beibei took her seat in the classroom, she began to share with the girls in the front row about her "affair" in the elevator this morning.
"Do you know how a great guy like Mr. Handsome suddenly wants to return to China to teach?" One of the girls said in a mysterious and low voice. She is Yu Yani from the dormitory next to Jian Anran.
"Ah? Didn't you say that the vice-dean recruited him while he was studying in the UK?" Ning Beibei excitedly exchanged the information she had collected.
"This is a public statement. In fact, it's not that simple. It's not like you haven't seen our deputy dean before. How can someone like him bring back such a great person?" Zhou Yun, who was sitting next to Yu Yani, couldn't help but speak.
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Yu Yani half-covered her mouth with her hand and lowered her voice by three points again: "I heard that she was hurt by love, so she went back to China to stay away from that sad place."
"What? Is there such a thing?" Ning Beibei was very surprised, "What kind of person can hurt him?"
"He is an alumnus of UCL. He talked about graduating from graduate school to PhD. As soon as he got the offer from a celebrity agency, he broke up with me. I heard that he felt that he could not balance career and love."
For a moment, it seemed as if an invisible hand penetrated deep into Jian Anran's throat, tightly grasping her restless heart throughout the whole process. Was he the love that was optimized out by others, and was she also the part that was screened out by him?
Because it cannot be balanced, it is unbalanced.
To be honest, given the current scientific research results achieved by the other party in this field, such shady news is not painful at all. In the future, at worst, you can get such a status by changing jobs to other institutions.
But as an undergraduate student, it was different for her. Such a scandal was fatal. She could simply suspend school and wait until the news calmed down before continuing to attend classes. If unfortunately, it was a big deal and a demerit would be recorded in the file.
Jian Anran relied on the last trace of reason in her heart to squeeze herself into the whirlpool of gossip among her classmates.
"Ah! Why does An Ran look so haggard?" Yu Yani then noticed that she had not said a word from beginning to end. Could it be that she discovered that Prince Charming was not so perfect and her dream was broken?
"She stayed up late last night and still hasn't woken up," Ning Beibei explained immediately.
Jian Anran smiled coquettishly and said nothing.
Halfway through the class, the phone on the table vibrated twice. Jian Anran subconsciously raised her head and glanced at the classmates around her. Most of them were some distance away. Ning Beibei, who was sitting next door, was lowering her head and playing with her B-game.
There is no time to take into account the updated side tasks.
She anxiously opened the chat window she had secretly opened countless times last night.
【Do you have any idea?】
Simple and without a trace of emotion.
Wen Siheng on the other side of the screen patiently looked at the message "The other party is typing" at the top of the chat window, but no new message popped up for a long time.
[Are you free at noon? Let’s talk at the usual place after class.] He added another sentence.
