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Monday morning.
Wei Jingxi was sprinting down the hallway, an impulsive action that tarnished his usually composed image. When he noticed the surprised and curious gazes of passersby, he wished he could find a hole to bury himself in. He came to a halt and coldly glared at the onlookers. Instantly, everyone averted their eyes, no longer daring to sneak a glance, fearful that if Wei Jingxi was in a bad mood, he might lash out at anyone nearby.
Wei Jingxi's expression was grim. He thought to himself that he and Zheng Mengni were not even in the same department; arriving just a few seconds late to class would mean that even the student council wouldn't notice him, let alone Zheng Mengni. Did he really have to be so punctual?
With this thought in mind, Wei Jingxi took off running again, bursting into the classroom just a second before the bell rang. The commotion drew everyone's attention as they turned to look at him.
What the hell? Why was he at school?
Tuesday afternoon.
Wei Jingxi rarely took a nap in his dorm, but today he lay there as his alarm rang repeatedly. He was somewhat awake but too lazy to move his body. Just as the alarm blared for the third time, his roommate poked his head in and called out, “Bro, there’s still an hour until class. Can you turn off the alarm? I promise I’ll wake you up; you won’t be late.”
Wei Jingxi clicked his tongue, his gaze icy. There was no room for negotiation. He replied with a stern face, “If you find it noisy, then go sleep outside.”
The incessant noise was unbearable; his roommate buried his head under his pillow in despair. He must be tormenting people on purpose by not coming to school!
While Wei Jingxi insisted on attending classes, Zheng Mengni was also busy. Zhou Minshi had promised to teach her how to draw, and after evening study sessions ended, the two of them stayed in the Art Studio. Wei Jingxi learned about this and hurriedly followed along.
“You don’t even like drawing; aren’t you bored with me?”
"How could you not like it?"
Of course, he couldn't admit that he was making excuses to keep an eye on Zheng Mengni to prevent her from being alone with some man. That would be too embarrassing, making him seem petty and lacking the grace of a fiancé.
Zheng Mengni didn't stop him. "Alright then, just keep quiet. Remember to wear headphones while you're on your phone."
In the Art Studio, Zhou Minshi neatly arranged the cleaned painting tools, resembling a devoted husband waiting for his wife to return home from work. At school, their interactions were minimal, but in the Art Studio, he could gaze at Zheng Mengni as she quietly focused on her artwork without restraint.
In his eyes, there was only her. He was infatuated, imagining himself in her world as if he were the only one there. This place was their secret base; it was the only time he could be alone with her.
Zhou Minshi picked up his phone and glanced at his reflection on the screen. He smiled softly, but suddenly his smile faltered—it didn’t fit his usual demeanor.
Zheng Mengni was perceptive; would she notice his deliberate attempt to look good? He raised his hand to sniff his sleeve; the fragrance was subtle yet noticeable. The more he inhaled, the stronger that mismatched scent became, sending his nerves into a frenzy.
Would he be discovered? He had even sprayed cologne before coming to class.
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