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Chapter 115 Small talk
"By the way, did you go out to play today?"

The fan blew Ye Qing's hair and brushed against her cheeks. This ticklish and comfortable feeling made her involuntarily squint her eyes, like a cat having its chin scratched by its owner.

"When I came back at noon today, I found you weren't home."

"Hmm, let's go out for a stroll and get familiar with the environment of Qianhua City."

Ai Liang looked at Ye Qing, who resembled an orange cat, with some confusion.

In just a few hours, Ye Qing was like a completely different person. She was very vigilant in the morning, but now she was acting very carefree.

This gave Ai Liang the feeling of adopting a stray cat.

When I left in the morning, it was still wary, huddled in the corner. But when I came home from get off work in the evening, it was openly sleeping on the sofa. When it saw me, it wasn't afraid at all and even meowed for food.

Aren't you curious how I knew you weren't home?

Ye Qing chuckled: "Just so you know, I didn't knock."

Ai Liang tilted her head and made a =_= expression, then casually pointed to the air conditioner outdoor unit: "I usually turn on the air conditioner when I'm at home."

"Hmm, I almost forgot you have a very keen eye for observation."

Ye Qing pouted and said, "But, Ai Liang, sometimes boys shouldn't act too smart, you know. Can't you let me feel a little accomplished...?"

"Oh, definitely next time."

Ai Liang issued a declaration of becoming a freeloader.

Ye Qing waved her hand dismissively: "No need, no need, it's like coaxing a child."

"Where did you go today? Tell me." Ye Qing turned off her phone and faced Ai Liang.

Because of the two security bars separating them and the fact that their balconies were very close, Ye Qing sitting in the chair always gave Ai Liang the feeling of visiting her in prison.

Asking about my itinerary... Does this mean I'm still not letting my guard down...?

"I spent the morning looking for a bookstore, and the afternoon reading at the hotel where I stayed before," Ai Liang answered truthfully.

Ye Qing straightened up, twisted her stiff neck, and rubbed her slightly sore shoulders as she asked, "Reading... world classics, social sciences, or crime fiction?"

Based on Ai Liang's personality and the information analyzed at noon, Ye Qing concluded that the books he would read were nothing more than these few types.

A genius like him couldn't possibly be reading romance novels that only little girls read!
"...Youthful Campus Life"

"puff!"

Ye Qing choked on the air, making strange "poof" sounds as her face flushed red: "What you just said was... youth campus?"

"Is there a problem?"

Ai Liang looked at Ye Qing calmly. Was it really that surprising that teenagers read campus novels?

"No, no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to mock you. I just didn't expect you to like this kind of thing. Given your personality, I thought you would definitely read those obscure and difficult brain-burning books."

Ye Qing clasped her hands together, bowed her head to apologize to Ai Liang, and winked playfully when she looked up.

“I used to read classic literature, but… I don’t really like those stories that explore human nature.”

Ai Liang paused halfway through her sentence before continuing.

Compared to world classics, Ai Liang prefers to read beautiful fairy tales.

He has already witnessed the ugliness of human nature in the real world, so if he were to actively read such books even in fictional worlds, it would undoubtedly be self-torture.

Wouldn't it be better to watch something fantastical and beautiful to heal your soul?

"Yes, yes, it's so much better to write some beautiful stories. Why do we have to discuss human nature? Sometimes I just want to relax by reading, but I end up making myself more depressed."

Ye Qing nodded vigorously, deeply understanding the sentiment.

"Do I find it strange to watch youth campus dramas?"

"It is a bit strange, but it is also a kind of cute contrast. I didn't expect you to have such a cold appearance but a girlish heart."

Ye Qing teased with a mischievous smile.

However, she quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, you remind me of a classmate from before. She also really liked youth campus novels."

"However, she usually reads world classics at school, packaging herself as a literary girl. You are much more honest than her in this respect."

"Actually, I've always wanted to ask her, isn't it tiring to wear a mask?"

Ai Liang somewhat understands this behavior, after all, some people can't even live a normal life if they don't wear a mask.

"I mentioned this this morning as well. She knows she's beautiful, but she pretends not to. That's exactly what I was talking about."

Ye Qing sighed deeply, as if just mentioning this classmate would exhaust her.

"Although she likes to read those youth campus novels, she also really reads classic works, instead of just putting on an act in front of others. I think it's quite remarkable that she can keep up this pretense."

"It seems you have a good relationship with her?"

Ai Liang only asked the question after confirming that this was not a topic Ye Qing was avoiding.

"It's a tragic fate. I saw her true face by chance before, and then we inexplicably became close."

Her grades are good, so she'll probably come to our school. I just don't know if she's in the honors class, but... even if she isn't, her family will definitely pull some strings to get her in!

After thinking for a moment, Ye Qing made a prediction with absolute certainty.

"Students in the honors class..."

Suddenly, the image of a certain literary (pseudo) girl appeared in Ai Liang's mind.

Probably not... Well, no matter how you look at it, Ye Qing is referring to the (fake) literary girl she met in the reading room today.

"Yi Wenna?" Ai Liang said the girl's name on a whim.

"Huh? How did you know? Do you two know each other?"

Ye Qing's expression became somewhat blank.

"This morning in the bookstore's reading room, I ran into a classmate who started school. We chatted for a bit, and the person you described sounds a lot like her," Ai Liang said after thinking for a moment.

Ye Qing clicked her tongue: "It's normal that you could see through her disguise with your keen observation skills."

Ai Liang did not deny it; he took out his phone and checked the time.

Ye Qing noticed Ai Liang's subtle movements and tactfully said, "I've been chatting with you for so long, and you haven't even put your clothes away yet. Go ahead and get busy... By the way, what's your phone number? Can we add each other as friends?"

Ai Liang gave out her mobile phone number, “09018******”.

The civilian mobile phone numbers of the Asian Union are very different from those of the previous life. The first two digits represent the large region, followed by the specific city, then the district of the city, and finally the personal number.

After reciting a string of numbers, Ai Liang asked, "Do you want some honey-glazed chicken wings?"

Ye Qing, who was still entering the number, paused for a moment: "You're planning to make chicken wings? But you haven't had dinner yet, have you had enough for yourself if you share some with me?"

Ai Liang nodded and said, "It's about five or six pounds. The lady at the supermarket asked me to share some with you. She said you ran away too fast and she disappeared before she could share a few pounds with you."

"So this is ah."

Ye Qing scratched her head sheepishly: "Actually, it would be a waste to give me chicken wings. I only use them to make soup... If it's too much trouble, just make your own portion. Don't worry about mine."

"I benefited from your help, and honey-glazed chicken wings aren't too difficult to make."

Ai Liang gently shook her head: "I divided these chicken wings into two portions. I made about three pounds tonight, and I can make the rest tomorrow."

"Then I'll have to trouble you. I'll definitely let you know as soon as there are any discounts at the supermarket!" Ye Qing excitedly patted her chest and promised.

Below her collarbone, ripples spread out under the interaction of forces. Ai Liang turned her head away awkwardly, grabbed her clothes, and hurried back into the house.

So, are girls developing this early nowadays?

Ai Liang stuffed the clothes into the closet, silently storing the scene from just now into her memory bank.

(End of this chapter)