Returning to my senior year of high school before college, I became addicted to dating.

Around midnight, four people came out of the bar.

The lights of Houhai Lake were still on, but there were far fewer people. A night breeze blew by, carrying the coolness of the lake water.

Lin Feng walked to the car. Several designated drivers were waiting at the door, wearing fluorescent vests, smoking and chatting.

Lin Feng waved to an older designated driver, who stubbed out his cigarette and walked over.

"Gaobeidian." Lin Feng handed over the keys.

The driver took the keys, skillfully adjusted the seat and rearview mirrors, and started the car.

The driver parked the car smoothly at the entrance of the yard. Lin Feng got out of the car, paid, and said thank you.

The moon hung on the top of the jujube tree, its silvery light spilling into the courtyard.

Soon, the sound of a showerhead came from the bathroom.

We're both slightly tipsy, and now we're being completely open with each other. We've also had plenty of rest last night, so how could we not fight?

Soon, a sound came from the bathroom.

Still, the sounds are crisp and clear, each note a captivating melody of romance.

Two hours later, the lights went out. Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, drawing a thin line on the ceiling.

Song Yan slowly drew circles on his chest with her fingers, as if she were drawing an invisible picture.

Liu Jiaqi's fingers twitched, her fingertips resting on his ribs, and she didn't move them away.

Only the sound of breathing remained in the air.

After a while, Song Yan raised her head and touched Lin Feng's lips in the darkness.

It was very light, like a dragonfly skimming the water. She stepped back, then pressed it again, this time for a longer time.

Liu Jiaqi's fingers twitched, as if searching in the dark, and she grasped Lin Feng's hand, squeezing it tightly.

Liu Chengcheng turned over in her sleep, mumbled something indistinctly, and then fell silent again.

The moon outside the window moved directly above the jujube tree, its silvery light filtering through the leaves and scattering across the ground in fragments.

On September 15th, the sky in Beijing was a clear, deep blue, without a single cloud.

Lin Feng was woken up by Liu Chengcheng's phone alarm.

At 6:30, the melody of "Mice Love Rice" vibrated under the pillow. Liu Chengcheng reached out and touched it twice but couldn't find it, so she turned over and continued to sleep.

Song Yan crawled out from under the covers, turned off her phone, rubbed her eyes, and looked out the window.

"Time to get up, report for duty today."

Liu Jiaqi had finished washing up and came out of the bathroom. Her hair was tied in a low ponytail, and she was wearing a white shirt and dark blue trousers, looking neat and tidy. She glanced at Lin Feng:

"Your shirt is on the chair; it was ironed yesterday."

Lin Feng sat up and noticed that the white shirt on the chair was neatly folded, with a crisp collar. He looked at Liu Jiaqi, who was helping Liu Chengcheng find socks.

At 7:30, the four people went out.

Lin Feng's Audi A6 was parked under the locust tree at the entrance of the alley, with a few yellow leaves on the roof.

He started the car, Song Yan sat in the passenger seat, and Liu Jiaqi and Liu Chengcheng sat in the back.

It takes less than ten minutes to drive from Gaobeidian to Beijing University of Technology, just two turns.

The main gate of Beijing University of Technology is located in Pingleyuan. The gray gateposts bear the six large characters "Beijing University of Technology" in black on a white background, which are solemn but not ostentatious.

There are already many students here, and people are coming and going.

Liu Jiaqi looked through the registration process sheet: "First, go to the main building lobby to complete the formalities, and then go to your respective college to register."

Lin Feng drove the car into the campus and parked it in an empty spot. The four of them got out of the car and followed the flow of people toward the main building.

The main building lobby was bustling with activity. The electronic screens overhead displayed registration instructions for each college.

Lin Feng glanced at the registration form in his hand, then turned and said, "Everyone, please do your own things first, and then meet at the main building entrance when you're done."

Song Yan went to the window of the School of Economics and Management, Liu Jiaqi went to the window of the School of Humanities, and Liu Chengcheng also went to the School of Economics and Management—she and Song Yan were in the same school but different departments.

The tuition fees had already been paid in advance.

The admission notice includes a payment card/bank card, requiring you to deposit tuition and accommodation fees before August 20th, which the school will deduct on your behalf.

You cannot enroll without paying the fees.

Of course, in special circumstances, you can also bring cash on the first day of school to pay fees and complete the enrollment process simultaneously.

Lin Feng walked to the window of the School of Architecture and Civil Engineering.

The teacher in the window was a man in his forties, slightly balding on top, and wearing thick-rimmed glasses.

He checked Lin Feng's admission notice, ID card, and examination admission ticket one by one, typed a few words on the computer, and looked up at Lin Feng.

"Raymond Lam? The one with appendicitis?"

"Yes."

"alright?"

"Okay, thank you, teacher."

The teacher didn't ask any more questions and handed him a stack of materials, including his campus card, student ID, dormitory key, and accommodation fee receipt.

"The dormitory is in Building 3, Room 320. You can pick up your bedding downstairs. Your meal card already has 200 yuan on it; if it's not enough, go to the recharge window to top it up."

Lin Feng took the key and asked, "Teacher, if I don't stay at the hotel, can I get a refund for the accommodation fee?"

The teacher glanced at him: "Once you've paid, you can't get a refund. The bed is yours; it's up to you whether you want to stay or not."

Lin Feng nodded and put the keys away.

A boy patted him on the shoulder and said in a thick Northeastern accent, "Hey buddy, you don't live on campus either? I'm from Harbin, Zhang Wei, just call me Cannon."

Lin Feng turned around and saw a sturdy young man in front of him, wearing a gray tracksuit, with a round face and a buzz cut.

"I'm Lin Feng from Huanan."

"Huanan County, Jiamusi? Then we're from the same hometown!" Zhang Wei's eyes lit up. "What's your major?"

"civil Engineering."

"I'm also in civil engineering!" Zhang Wei patted Lin Feng on the shoulder. "What a coincidence, bro! Which dorm do you live in?"

"Building 3, Room 320".

"What a coincidence, I'm also 320! Let's go for drinks tonight!"

A tall, thin boy wearing glasses, who had been quietly flipping through a calculus book, looked up when he heard Zhang Wei's voice, adjusted his glasses, and said in a low voice:

"320 is also my dorm room."

Zhang Wei patted him on the back: "This is Li Mo, from Jilin. He got 149 in the college entrance exam math. He lost one point because he didn't write the essay."

Li Mo adjusted his glasses: "There's no essay in math class."

Zhang Wei scratched his head: "Oh right, the points were deducted because of my ugly handwriting."

Li Mo ignored him and extended her hand to Lin Feng: "Li Mo, majoring in Applied Mathematics, shares a dormitory with the Civil Engineering department."

Lin Feng shook hands with him. Li Mo's hands were dry and long, with calluses on his fingertips, clearly the result of years of writing.

They were all students who had delayed their enrollment by two weeks for various reasons.

Zhang Wei, who was standing nearby, was already planning their evening activities: "Hey bro, wanna grab some dinner after registration? I know a barbecue place near the west gate of the school, it's amazing!"

Raymond Lam nodded: "I'll bring my girlfriends along."

"Bring your girlfriend? Sure, let's go together!" Zhang Wei said, then suddenly realized something, "Wait, did you say girlfriend, or 'girlfriends'?"

Lin Feng didn't answer, and turned to walk out.

Zhang Wei stood there stunned. Li Mo added from behind him, "He said 'they'."

Zhang Wei: "...Holy crap, is he a womanizer?"

At the entrance of the main building, Song Yan had already completed the formalities and was waiting there. She was holding a stack of documents and her dormitory key. When she saw Lin Feng come out, she walked over and stood next to him.

"Which building is your dormitory in?" Lin Feng asked.

"Building 1, Room 404".

Liu Jiaqi also arrived, holding a dormitory key as well: "The School of Humanities is in Building 2, Room 302."

Liu Chengcheng was the last to arrive. Holding up her keys, she said, "I live in the same building as Song Yan, room 307. I'm downstairs from her."

As the four were talking, Zhang Wei ran out of the main building and stopped panting in front of Lin Feng:

"About having dinner together... Wow, your boyfriend is pretty good-looking."

He stopped mid-sentence.

Two more girls walked over and stood on either side of Lin Feng.

He glanced at Song Yan, then at Liu Jiaqi, then at Liu Chengcheng, and finally fixed his gaze on Lin Feng.

Lin Feng said calmly, "My girlfriend."

Zhang Wei pointed around: "All three?"

Raymond Lam nodded: "Yes, all of them."

Zhang Wei turned his head and gently bumped his head against the wall of the main building.

Li Mo walked out from behind at a leisurely pace, adjusting his glasses: "The difference between zero and three is indeed significant."

Zhang Wei didn't turn around: "Don't fucking hurt me, don't stop me, I might as well just smash my head against a wall and die, don't stop me."

Actually, no one stopped him at all...

Song Yan covered her mouth and laughed, "This person is quite funny."

Liu Jiaqi remained expressionless, not finding it funny at all.

Liu Chengcheng internally thought three words: "What a complete idiot."