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"sorry Sorry!"

Ten minutes after the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class on the university campus, a masked man walking normally was bumped by a young man running up behind him. It must have been an accident, because the young man apologized immediately without even noticing the books that had fallen to the ground.

"fine."

The masked man was very magnanimous, smiled without taking it to heart, and even squatted down to help the other person pick up the books from the ground.

"Thank you."

The young man looked grateful, and without delay, he grabbed his books and hurriedly ran off in that direction—it seemed to be the fourth canteen.

The ruthless rice-cooking machine is not limited to the Taoist nun sister.

Knowing how to get food as quickly as possible is a skill that's even more important than required courses in university. If you don't race against time and sprint after class, you'll be greeted by terrifyingly long lines blocking every window.

So there's no need to blame others for being impulsive; we ourselves were once like that.

That's right.

The one who was knocked off balance was Boss Jiang. If that young man had been an assassin, it would have been extremely dangerous.

But where in the world are there so many assassins?
If bad people were everywhere, then people with precious lives wouldn't need to leave their homes.

It is said that revisiting a familiar place is like trying to find a lost sword by marking the boat, but for Mr. Jiang, who is facing another major hurdle in his life, there is no place in Donghai that can make him relax more than his alma mater, Donghai University.

There were still figures active on the basketball court. When shooting, the basketball streaked across the cold blue sky, and the white breath exhaled with the jumping action. The students watching the game held oden, eating and cheering at the same time.

Without visiting the old teaching buildings or joining the crowds at the inevitably packed cafeteria, Mr. Jiang wandered aimlessly among the students leaving get out of class, strolling leisurely through the past along the way.

On the lawn behind the men's dormitory, a group of students sat cross-legged in the center, forming a loose circle, chatting and laughing. Their breath rose in short, fleeting arcs through the cool air. Sparrows chirped incessantly on a nearby telephone pole.

Bathed in bright but not glaring light, not far ahead, an old library stands quietly, its glass curtain wall reflecting the blue sky like a huge, clear mirror.

Jiang Chen, who had unknowingly walked here, raised his head, his eyes, the only part of his gaze, which was exposed, were calm and peaceful.

As for why we wear masks.

It certainly wasn't for keeping warm.

The reason is nothing more than to deceive others.

As an outstanding representative among the graduates of Southeast University, Luo Peng has been given special mention by his alma mater. He has been invited back to give several speeches, and his poster on the honorary alumni photo wall is always brand new and eye-catching.

Although he is not a celebrity, Mr. Jiang should indeed have the awareness of a celebrity, and necessary disguise is indispensable.

He returned to his alma mater because spring breezes cannot be consulted and the season is not yet ripe, so he can only inquire into his own heart, not to hold a fan meeting.

Jiang Chen, traveling incognito, crossed the lawn and quietly entered the old building.

If you're looking for the quietest place on campus, the library is the place to be. Stepping inside is like stepping into a silent world; all the restlessness and noise are instantly calmed and shed.

Someone was rushing to cook.

Some people even forget to eat and sleep.

The thick stack of postgraduate entrance exam materials blocked out the light from the glass curtain wall, but it also laid the foundation for a solid future.

Instead of taking the elevator, Mr. Jiang, who was not recognized by anyone, climbed the stairs to the rooftop.

The transmission of culture is an ongoing process.

The same applies to certain traditions.

Back then, the rooftop garden of this old library was a secret rendezvous spot on campus, and it remains so after all these years.

a pair.

Two pairs.

Three pairs.

……

With a quick glance, Jiang Chen spotted four or five couples enjoying their sweet moments in the winter.

At Shacheng Middle School, when he caught the two junior students having a secret rendezvous, Boss Jiang immediately transformed into an iron-faced judge and rushed over without saying a word, but he didn't do that now.

After all, high school students and college students are different. College students are adults and have the right to love freely. Furthermore, back when he was at the University of Tokyo, he was a pioneer in love. You could even say that he was unprecedented and perhaps will never be the same again. His love affair was so passionate that everyone knew about it. It not only resonated throughout the class but also became a classic story passed down by word of mouth in the school's history.

The past can be left unremembered, but what gives Mr. Jiang the right to lecture others?

Wearing a mask and a simple jacket, Jiang Chen, who looked unremarkable, walked along the cobblestone path, past the swing and a pavilion occupied by a couple, until he reached the edge of the rooftop.

rare.

Surprisingly, there was no wind at that moment.

Jiang Chen pulled his mask down to expose his nose, exhaled a breath of hot air, and then pulled it up again. The clouds above his head were like white gauze, thin and soft. He looked at the group of students gathered in a circle on the lawn for a while, then raised his gaze and looked down at his alma mater where he had spent four years, gradually becoming lost in thought.

"Hello."

A polite greeting interrupted Mr. Jiang's reverie.

He turned his head, and although surprised, quickly replied, "Hello."

Are you a student at our school?

To be honest, this girl wasn't particularly pretty, and her height was just average, a little over 1.6 meters. However, she had a very quiet and gentle demeanor, without any sharp edges. She was like a quiet water lily in a corner, easily overlooked, but when you did notice her, you were willing to linger your gaze for a while.

Jiang Chen noticed that she was holding a book in her hand.

The Theory of Clouds

As the most obscure work by a Nobel laureate in literature, this book has been registered for borrowing very few times in this old library.

"No."

With his mask covering his face completely, Jiang Chen wasn't worried about his identity being revealed. Besides, the girl who had struck up a conversation with him didn't seem to be the type of person who "chaseed celebrities."

"Then how did you get here?"

Although she has a strong artistic flair, the girl is not introverted or shy. If she were, she wouldn't have come over to chat with him after her boyfriend left.

Ok.

She had just sat in the pavilion.

As Jiang Chen passed by, he noticed that there was a boy next to him.

"You're probably not the librarian."

Dealing with students of this age would be a piece of cake for Mr. Jiang; he could easily regain the initiative with just a few words.

The artsy girl replied calmly, "No. But I'm also a part of the school."

Jiang Chen smiled, turned around, and looked at the rooftop entrance. "I didn't see the 'No Entry' sign just now."

"What I mean is, you're not a student at our school, so how did you find out about this place?"

Jiang Chen didn't explain. He wasn't the kind of young man who would be unable to resist a girl's advances. He looked at her calmly and asked, "Did your boyfriend go to get food?"

"My boyfriend?"

The girl with shoulder-length black hair blinked, and Jiang Chen suddenly noticed that the girl's eyes were quite distinctive, with a kind of quiet luster hidden in them, shining brightly but not ostentatiously.

"Isn't it?"

"No. That's my classmate."

Jiang Chen, who had been misled by his fixed mindset, did not try to be stubborn and immediately apologized.

"Excuse me, I saw you sitting in the pavilion when I passed by earlier."

Logically, the lines at this point shouldn't have been relevant, but the girl's response was quite unique.

"I accept your apology."

Jiang Chen gazed at her and smiled.

"May I have your name."

"Enilu."

Jiang Chen's smile widened. Although he was wearing a mask, the other party should be able to see something in his eyes.

"Your appearance is nothing like Enel's."

"You just made a mistake. We're not even that close."

Enero.

A classic character from One Piece.

He possesses formidable combat skills and an extremely ruthless personality, showing no mercy to his enemies, even women.

It seems that Jiang Chen, who once again judged people by their appearance, did not apologize. As a senior, he should have self-respect.

His gaze fell on the book "The Theory of Clouds" in the girl's hand.

"You're a literature major?"

"No."

The girl was quite wary; she wouldn't reveal her real name or even her major. Of course, as a girl, she should be wary. "How did you even know about this book?"

"Don't you already know that?"

The girl glanced at her book, then looked up and said something that left Jiang Chen speechless.

You know, there aren't many people who can leave Boss Jiang speechless these days.

This girl has excellent speaking skills. Of course, behind every outstanding speaking ability lies a brilliant mind.

However, those who read "The Theory of Clouds" must have an incredibly rich inner world.

"The tram lights at midnight pin our shadows to the wall, lasting longer than we ourselves."

The girl raised her book.

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked into the distance. "I've never liked chatting with knowledgeable people like you."

That's a bit impolite.

It might just be a joke with someone you know, but it's the first time you've met them.

However, the girl who called herself Enel was undoubtedly not a fragile and sensitive fairy. She turned her head and faced the school campus as well.

"I also don't like talking to hypocritical people."

Jiang Chen was at a loss for words, both laughing and crying.

This girl really has a unique personality.

What year are you in?

"Don't tell you."

"..."

No.

Didn't you come to chat me up?

Jiang Chen pinched his nose, pressed his mask tighter, and after admiring the scenery for a while, said, "It was nice to meet you. Goodbye."

polite.

But not much.

This is on campus, not in society, so it's far too polite.

People say he's hypocritical, but that's not an insult at all.

"If you come here again, you'll still see me."

A sound came from the sunlight.

Jiang Chen paused as he was about to leave.

“I’m here almost every day.”

The girl gazed into the distance.

So this encounter wasn't a coincidence?
"The temperature will drop sharply in a while, and it will be unbearable to stay here."

Jiang Chen said.

Simultaneously.

Curiosity is inevitable.

What's a girl doing coming here every day? She doesn't even have a boyfriend.

Will it snow this year?

It's not prejudice, it's just that this girl is really a bit eccentric.

However, artists and artists are generally different from ordinary people in their spiritual world, so their behavior will also be different.

"I don't know, but based on my experience living in the East China Sea, the probability is not high."

After saying that, Jiang Chen didn't linger.

"We think we are living in the present, but we are actually just living in a poor imitation of the past."

The girl's voice came through, eventually becoming softer.

Goodbye, Senior Jiang.

Jiang Chen, who had been wearing a mask the whole time, paused for a moment, then smiled, and left without turning around.

After he left, the artsy girl who had recognized him stood on the edge of the rooftop and sighed softly.

She placed "The Theory of Clouds" on the wall, then took out her phone and made a call.

"sister."

"what's wrong?"

Laughter came from the other end of the phone.

"I've waited for him."

The laughter stopped abruptly, followed by a clumsy attempt at disguise, then the person laughed again as if it were nothing, asking, "Who is it?"

Enel the girl gave an irrelevant answer: "I'm on the rooftop of the old library right now."

It seems like the pretense can't be maintained anymore.

"You're going to school."

Despite her family's objections and strange looks, the girl who firmly chose to apply to her cousin's alma mater smiled and said, "Yes, Tunghai University is very good, and this garden is really beautiful."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Sister, you've never seen snow in the East China Sea, have you?"

Where does curiosity about a person originate?

It might be literature.

It might be audio or video material.

It could also be the experience of someone you know.

"how do you feel?"

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became lighter and more cheerful, no longer avoiding the question.

"It's alright. Not disappointing."

Before the other person could speak, the girl said, "He didn't know who I was. I told him my name was Enel, and he said I didn't look like Enel."

He burst into uncontrollable laughter, this time it seemed to be genuine.

"He was wearing a mask, I almost didn't recognize him."

How many times must I have looked at the photos to remember the person so clearly?

Also.

For a stubborn, artistic young woman, being abandoned by her cousin, yet holding no grudges, she provided financial and physical support after learning of her cousin's illness, asking for nothing in return, and pulled her cousin back from the brink of death.

This sounds like a story that only exists in literature.

How could anyone not want to see such a protagonist in person?

"Enel, don't forget, your task is to study hard. Put away your pretentious artsy attitude. Life isn't what you read in those books. Your parents are counting on you to support them in their old age."

The girl, who had come here simply to satisfy her curiosity, looked at the book "The Theory of Clouds" displayed on the wall. She seemed oblivious to the voice on the phone.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm just a supporting character in someone else's dream, and even my pain is borrowed."

The phone went silent.

"Sis, I'm going to eat."

The girl picked up the book and said, "You need to take good care of yourself too."

There was no further sound from that side.

The girl hung up the phone, picked up the book, and turned to walk towards the rooftop entrance.

On the other end of the phone.

The woman, who had narrowly escaped death, had grown her short hair back. Leaning against the wall in the corridor outside the company, she slowly put down her phone.

"Aiqian, let's go eat. A new roast meat rice restaurant opened downstairs, and they're having a 30% discount for the opening."

"……it is good."

The woman put away her phone and followed her colleague. (End of Chapter)