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

The group chat was completely silent.

Everyone, including Chen Yaya, the pre-selected class beauty, held their breath.

After all, they were all students who had just finished their senior year of high school. Even a super-rich second-generation like Qin Yaozong wouldn't dare to openly defy the class teacher.

They don't look like seasoned veterans from junior and senior years.

"Chen Yaya: Hello Director Su! My name is Chen Yaya. I scored 684 on the college entrance exam and just barely made it into Hangzhou University."

Chen Yaya: I just secretly looked at Director Su's profile picture, she's so beautiful! Her skin is even better than mine. What skincare products does Director Su use?

After a long while, there were still no new messages added to the group chat.

To break the awkward silence, the "green tea" girl took the initiative to send a message.

She first feigned weakness, then praised Su Manqing.

Director Su: No, I rarely use skincare products. But that SK-II one…

Chen Yaya: Really? I wanted to buy one too. But it's so expensive, I can't bear to part with it...

Women can talk about makeup and skincare for ages.

Soon, several more girls joined the chat.

Computer science is a very popular major.

Therefore, the number of girls in Class 1 is unusually high, reaching double digits.

The group chat suddenly became lively again.

However, Lu Ming found it utterly uninteresting.

It's better to flaunt wealth and post heavily photoshopped pictures.

Lu Ming pursed his lips and put on the T-shirt.

Lu Ming: I'm heading out. Have you had breakfast yet?

Mu Wanqiu replied instantly.

Mu Wanqiu: I ate. I made one for you too. [Photo.JPG]

The photo shows a basket of exquisitely made xiaolongbao (soup dumplings).

The pleats were sculpted with exquisite detail, clearly the work of Mu Wanqiu.

Lu Ming frowned and sent a voice message in an annoyed tone.

Lu Ming: Why are you doing such strenuous work so early in the morning for your follow-up appointment?

Mu Wanqiu: No, my mom just wanted to eat xiaolongbao too, the spicy crayfish flavor.

Lu Ming: Your mother is a local from Hangzhou and never eats spicy food...

Lu Ming retracted a message.

Lu Ming: Okay, wait for me at home.

One of the scary aspects of ALS is that it can cause sudden, seizure-like symptoms.

Mu Wanqiu's mother also left early and returned late, leaving Mu Wanqiu alone at home most of the time.

She also tends the fire to make steamed buns, which is prone to accidents.

Lu Ming had long ago instructed her that when no one was home, she should eat leftovers or cooked food instead.

But Mu Wanqiu...

Lu Ming looked displeased, and even temporarily forgot that Su Manqing was going to be his class advisor for four years.

Mu Wanqiu: I'm sorry. But making you a spicy crayfish soup dumpling every year is my promise.

Lu Ming did not reply.

Half a minute later, Mu Wanqiu sent another message.

Mu Wanqiu: How about I take a look at your legs?

Lu Ming's hand, which was tying his shoelaces, froze instantly.

That despicable Mu Wanqiu!

Relying on her fair and beautiful legs, she uses this to test cadres?

Which cadre...

Lu Ming: Look!

Mu Wanqiu: Dream on!

……

Ring ring.

It's the sound of a rubber duck's bicycle bell.

Lu Ming rode his bicycle and waited quietly downstairs at Mu Wanqiu's house.

From this angle, Mu Wanqiu could easily see downstairs from her bedroom.

Lu Ming: Slow down.

Mu Wanqiu: I know. I'm not a child anymore, I'll be careful.

As Lu Ming looked at the messages on the screen, he heard the soft sound of a door locking and the crisp clatter of leather shoes on the cement floor.

Mu Wanqiu's walk was naturally graceful.

Since being diagnosed with ALS, he has had to hold onto the wall to walk up stairs.

Lu Ming waited patiently until a small leather shoe appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

The black leather shoes were polished to a shine, encasing the girl's delicate feet.

Above the white, wood-trimmed socks was a section of white, gleaming calf.

Lu Ming swallowed.

Did Mu Wanqiu not wear long sleeves and trousers today?

The sun rose in the west.

Lu Ming couldn't help but crane his neck, only to see a dark shadow swaying.

It was a thin trench coat that covered Lu Ming's most anticipated thighs and Mu Wanqiu's slender waist.

"It's almost July, and the temperature will reach 33°C at midday. Why are you wearing such thick clothes?"

Lu Ming was puzzled, and his tone betrayed his regret.

Ever since his mother forced him to transfer to another class, Mu Wanqiu had never worn a skirt again when he saw her.

Even if we meet in private, even if Lu Ming makes the request.

Mu Wanqiu's beautiful figure in a short skirt remains only in my junior high school memories.

Mu Wanqiu lowered her eyes and didn't speak, but slowly approached Lu Ming.

Online, she can ramble on and on, and bravely curse Lu Ming as a hooligan and a pervert.

In reality, Mu Wanqiu is a taciturn and expressionless person.

Lu Ming was already used to this way of getting along, and said to himself:

"But this trench coat goes well with your JK outfit, it would be even better if you could unbutton it."

Mu Wanqiu's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was hesitating about something.

She didn't say anything, silently sat down in the back seat, and tugged at Lu Ming's clothes.

"Hurry up. The city is doing road construction recently, so it'll be a bit bumpy."

Lu Ming reminded him again.

"Um."

Mu Wanqiu's thick, brush-like eyelashes trembled again.

Seeing the disappointment on Lu Ming's face, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she reached out to hug Lu Ming's waist.

Lu Ming had asked for his arm around the waist many times when sitting in the back seat.

But Mu Wanqiu pretended not to hear.

But yesterday...

Mu Wanqiu not only smelled the alcohol on Lu Ming, but also the woman's perfume.

Mysterious and elegant, exuding a nobility that Mu Wanqiu could not reach.

Although she had already made up her mind that she would never have anything happen between herself and Lu Ming,

But Mu Wanqiu still couldn't sleep all night, and even developed two dark bags under her eyes.

This morning, she unusually wore a long trench coat and even applied light makeup to cover her panda eyes.

"Let you... eh?"

Lu Ming, as was his habit, gave a reminder, and his body stiffened.

Every time Lu Ming took Mu Wanqiu out on his bike, even if Lu Ming deliberately scared the girl, Mu Wanqiu would just bite her lip and turn pale with fright without hugging Lu Ming.

Available today.

Lu Ming felt the girl tightly hugging his waist, and the girl's unique jasmine scent wafted into his nose...

He turned his head in confusion, but the girl, as if anticipating his move, pushed his face back.

The force was very light, but Lu Ming was afraid that Mu Wanqiu, this porcelain doll, would get hurt, so he had no choice but to turn his head away.

"No, don't look at me, ride your bike."

Mu Wanqiu's voice was erratic, even trembling.

Lu Ming couldn't help but look down at his waist, where ten jade-like fingers, as green as scallions, were intertwined. He was so embarrassed that he could dig out a two-bedroom apartment on the spot.

He knew Mu Wanqiu's health bar was empty; if he continued to tease her, he would only face a berserk Mu Wanqiu.

"Alright, buckle up!"

Lu Ming laughed loudly.

He lived in the north with his parents when he was a child.

At that time, the project my father was researching was highly classified, and it was not even allowed to be publicly available online.

Forget about King of Glory and PUBG, there are also those girls on Douyin (TikTok) who wiggle their hips and show off their legs.

Lu Ming could only learn a little bit of the Beijing accent by watching a few old movies and TV series from the 1970s and 80s on his computer.

Sitting in the back seat, Mu Wanqiu heard Lu Ming's happy laughter and couldn't help but smile with a curve that even a protractor couldn't measure.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, feeling inexplicably more at ease.

It was as if something had been lost and then found again.