I just started college and my advisor turned out to be my blind date?

Mu Wanqiu's pleading, upturned little face was both sincere and endearing.

Like a little nun praying to God.

Pure white and flawless.

Lu Ming's heart was like an ice cream in the sweltering heat of June, about to melt away in an instant.

He strained with all his might to turn his head away.

Damn it, what if Mu Wanqiu finds out he's so easy to manipulate?

How could Lu Ming possibly command her now?

"Alright... I'll grant your request this once."

"Remember, I'll pick you up from your house at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Lu Ming seemed to remember something, his expression turning serious:

"besides……"

Mu Wanqiu nestled against Lu Ming's back, peeking out her thin, oval face.

"Don't tell my mom, just say you took me out to play."

Her face remained expressionless, but her tone carried a hint of understanding and playfulness.

The lights in the park came on at just the right moment.

The dim, yellow light shone down and fell on the girl's face, making her look almost unreal.

Lu Ming's heart suddenly raced, and he couldn't help but lower his head.

Mu Wanqiu blinked her thick eyelashes, which were like tiny brushes, and scratched them one by one, like a cat's tail tickling Lu Ming's heart.

Lu Ming's breathing gradually became heavy, and he could even smell the unique fragrance of Mu Wanqiu.

Fresh as jasmine, yet subtly alluring.

"No...no, that won't do..."

Mu Wanqiu suddenly dodged Lu Ming's attack.

Her eyes flickered as she broke free from Lu Ming's embrace.

"You were the one who initiated it just now."

"That was my first kiss!"

Lu Ming is shameless.

"That's a birthday present, it's different."

"I will never kiss other boys again..."

Mu Wanqiu's eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes filled with struggle.

After a long while, she finally opened her mouth and uttered a few words.

As resolute as a vow.

Even if ALS is controlled, she will still be a disabled person in the future.

Such a person will only drag Lu Ming down.

Mu Wanqiu would never choose to sacrifice Lu Ming's happiness for the rest of his life.

"Mu, Wan, Qiu"

Lu Ming frowned, his voice hard.

"I...I'm going back."

Mu Wanqiu lowered her eyes and ran away in small, hurried steps, as if fleeing.

The symptoms of most patients first appear in the legs.

For example, the renowned Stephen Hawking.

But she was a little different. At first, we thought she had developed fasciitis in her arm from studying and writing too hard.

Lu Ming can catch up with her.

With his physical abilities, catching Mu Wanqiu in junior high school was as easy as catching a chick.

But what good would it do to catch them?

Would you really force the other person to kiss you?

Although it was very exciting and thrilling, he had played duo queue with Su Manqing last night.

Miss Su didn't make him take responsibility, but then she turned around and did something to Mu Wanqiu...

Lu Ming felt a little awkward.

As Mu Wanqiu disappeared around the street corner, my phone suddenly vibrated a few times.

Mu Wanqiu: Get some rest. It's hot now, remember to take another shower.

You have an oily skin type, so you need to take good care of yourself to avoid hair loss in middle age.

Mu Wanqiu: Also, if you drink too much, remember to drink some warm milk to soothe your stomach. It smells bad.

Mu Wanqiu has always been a woman of few words and has a perpetually expressionless face.

It's difficult to discern her true feelings from her face or eyes, whether she's happy, angry, sad, or joyful.

It has an aura that keeps people at a distance.

But only Lu Ming knew that this girl was actually very secretive.

However, they only talk about it online.

In reality, even if he lay in Mu Wanqiu's boudoir for an entire afternoon, Mu Wanqiu would usually only say a few words in agreement.

Lu Ming held his hands to his mouth, breathed on them, and then sniffed hard.

"It has no taste?"

"That silent fellow's nose, could it be a dog's? It's so sensitive."

Lu Ming muttered to himself.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his face immediately turned ugly.

Mu Wanqiu could even smell that he was drunk last night.

The perfume Miss Su was wearing...

We were careless this time!

……

"Oh, you're actually willing to go home?"

Lu Ming tiptoed into his house and bumped into Ye Qin.

My mother sat on the sofa, legs crossed, her eyes scrutinizing me like a criminal.

"It's all Ye Chen's fault. He insisted that we wouldn't see each other after starting university and that we should get together."

"As you know, Ye Chen helped me with my studies a lot back in high school."

"Thanks to him, your son was able to get into Hangzhou University."

Lu Ming forced himself to explain.

He went to see Ye Chen to make the act convincing, but less than three minutes later, under Ye Chen's resentful gaze, which was comparable to that of Dou E, he slunk back home.

"Ha, thanks to him, you got into Hangzhou University with a score of 674. He, a local from Hangzhou, got into a third-tier university with a score of just over 300?"

Ms. Ye is sharp-tongued and eloquent:

"Are you a female ghost, absorbing his scholarly energy or something?"

Lu Ming laughed awkwardly:

"Don't let Ye Chen's mother hear you say that."

"In terms of combat ability, she's no less than you."

"As the saying goes, when two tigers fight, the fish in the moat suffer. I certainly don't want those old folks next door coming to me crying and complaining..."

Lu Ming changed the subject:

"Oh right, a message came in the school's freshman group saying they're inviting us to familiarize ourselves with the campus beforehand. I'm taking a shower now, I need to go to bed early."

Ye Qin's little finger suddenly trembled.

No one knows a son better than his father. Since Lu's father passed away unexpectedly, Ye Qin has been both a father and a mother to him, so she can naturally hear the flaws in Lu Ming's words.

But she also understood.

Lu Ming, that kid, takes after her and his father even more.

Stubborn by nature, not even nine oxen could pull him back.

Ye Qin didn't say anything, just waved her hand dismissively, as if swatting away a fly, her face full of disgust.

Lu Ming felt like he had been granted a pardon; he hadn't expected this hurdle to be so easy. He immediately ran into the bathroom.

He still remembered Mu Wanqiu's words: oily skin, prone to hair loss.

Lu Ming didn't want to be exceptionally intelligent before he turned thirty.

As soon as I entered the restroom, my phone rang again.

A message from Ye Chen popped up on the screen.

Ye Chen: Lu Ming, you dog! You're using your father as a cover again!!

Ye Chen: Do you know my dad just drank half a jin of liquor and what he said to my mom again?

Birds of a feather flock together.

When Lu Ming first entered high school, he was a bottom of his class.

Those who can get along with him are naturally not top students with excellent grades.

However, Lu Ming was spurred on and studied like crazy, managing to catch up and get into Hangzhou University.

His goal was simple: to get into a prestigious university and then join a major company with an outstanding resume.

Even if you get hormonal imbalances, you'll still end up with a mountain of medical bills!

Ye Chen said he didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.

I tried to copy Lu Ming's method for two days, but all I got was a few more spit marks on my brand-new textbook.

From then on, Ye Chen accepted his fate with equanimity.

Until the college entrance examination results are released.

Lu Ming, 674, a Double First-Class University, Hangzhou University.

Ye Chen, 317, local junior college graduate.

The two were neighbors and playmates.

Since you see each other all the time, it's natural for neighbors to gossip.

This is the old city of Hangzhou, where the human touch is much stronger than in newly built residential areas.

Ye's parents were already holding their breath, and when they heard the two of them fooling around together, they had a reason to deal with Ye Chen.

Lu Ming: You don't need to be arrogant. Graduating from Hangzhou University is no worse than someone with a vocational diploma!

After sending the message, Lu Ming promptly hung up on Ye Chen's call invitation.

He pressed his ear against the bathroom wall and, sure enough, heard a familiar, earth-shattering roar.

It was Ye Chen's father's angry roar.

Just thinking about how Ye's father was eight feet tall and his arm circumference was also eight feet...

He was as burly as Li Kui, the Black Whirlwind.

Lu Ming silently closed his eyes.

My condolences to you, Ye Chen.

When the time comes, during festivals and holidays, your brother will definitely offer you incense!