Having been given a second chance at life, who would still want to pursue her?

Chen Jianji held the note in his hand.

But the memory of that farewell dinner came to mind.

Pan Shuqi said it.

I left him a gift at school.

Could this be it?

Chen Jianji took another careful look at the contents, then flipped it over.

A shape was also drawn on the white paper behind it.

A cute yet abstract chick is throwing a tantrum, then suddenly stands with its hands on its hips, laughing happily.

Chen Jianji couldn't help but chuckle.

"Tsk, you're clearly the mature, sophisticated type; being playful and cute doesn't suit you."

He muttered something to himself before putting the note away and putting it in his pocket.

Then.

Chen Jianji quietly looked at the open space in front of him.

I waited for quite a while.

He then turned his head to look at the plastic bag that the dormitory supervisor had placed next to him.

"Teacher, did she say where she found this?"

Chen Jianji twitched the corners of his mouth and revealed a smile.

"I remember throwing this thing away."

The dormitory supervisor was wearing glasses and taking advantage of her free time to mend a piece of clothing.

She explained without turning her head.

"Oh, that? She didn't say anything, but I saw it."

As the dormitory supervisor spoke, she turned to look out the window and pointed in the direction of the trash can.

"The garbage trucks clean up your boys' dorms first before coming here."

"Because there was going to be a big inspection the next day, your trash cans were full of appliances and the like that that night."

"The garbage collectors were called in late at night to make an extra trip, thinking they could sell or recycle everything, so they just dumped it all in the truck. That's noisy and disturbs your sleep."

"Several of them came and packed up many cardboard boxes one by one."

"When I brought it here, the girl came downstairs to borrow my hairdryer to dry her hair."

The dormitory supervisor said with a teasing smile.

"I don't know what kind of eyes she has, how she could spot your bag among so many boxes in the car at a glance."

Chen Jianji fell silent and did not speak again.

He touched the letter in his pocket.

Think about it again?

But what's the point of thinking about that?

In his previous life, how long did he think about it, how many times did he ask, and how many chances did he give?

What I got in return was either being avoided or met with a cold shoulder.

Even if the topic is brought up again, that person will hide at the company and not go home for a long time.

She wouldn't answer the phone or video call even when her child was crying and looking for her.

Child...child...

Bang!

Chen Jianji suddenly stood up, knocking over the chair in the process.

I've been back for a few days now.

Chen Jianji quickly and completely integrated himself into high school life in his second life.

We joked and laughed together with our friends, studied together, and encouraged each other.

Feeling the youth that has been so hard to regain.

It was to try to avoid thinking about Xiaotong as much as possible.

Even just thinking about what Lin Qingxue did in your mind, whether it's her diary entries or her attitude in her previous life, is fine.

No one wants to remember that tiny shadow buried deep in their memory.

Otherwise, endless longing and worry would keep him up all night.

The sudden sound startled the dormitory supervisor.

She turned around and looked at Chen Jianji, who was standing there expressionless.

She paused, looked away, and then glanced at the items peeking out from the bag.

Some of them are clearly toys for girls.

The dormitory supervisor thought for a moment, then sighed and shook her head.

"You young people are just too impulsive."

She paused for a moment before continuing with a smile.

"But that's good too. Young people's tempers come and go quickly. As long as they're not stubborn, they can get to the bottom of things as soon as possible."

"Don't wait until you're old enough to keep things to yourself, because then it'll be too late to get the words out of your mouth."

These words were spoken.

Chen Jianji paused, then looked up.

His fist tightened slightly.

If we're talking about Lin Qingxue's previous life, she experienced a series of things, including university and work.

Become like the dormitory supervisor said, able to keep things to yourself.

But now?

Lin Qingxue is currently just a high school student.

Chen Jianji said in a hoarse voice.

"I just asked her today, but she didn't say."

The dormitory supervisor continued sewing the clothes in her hands with her head down.

"Did we not explain it properly?"

"When people have just been wronged, they certainly don't want to say much."

"Asking a few more questions won't cost you anything."

Chen Jianji didn't say anything more, but his brows furrowed more.

He stood there for a while before taking a step and walking outside.

"Never mind, I'll be going now, teacher. I'll come see you again next time."

"Oh, these kids."

The dormitory supervisor complained.

Then, he slapped his forehead and suddenly remembered his duties and identity.

"Don't start dating so early!"

She glanced outside the door and saw that the person had left in a hurry and had already disappeared.

She shook her head, looked away, and whispered something.

"It has nothing to do with me..."

Then, she raised the altered and sewn clothes in her hand.

Hmm... it's been made smaller.

Just then.

knock!knock!

There was a gentle knock on the door.

The dorm supervisor looked up and called out, "Hey kid, don't be in such a hurry, a few more days won't make a difference..."

But before she could finish speaking, she looked at the person at the door.

"Huh? Qingxue-kun? It's you?"

"Um..."

Lin Qingxue withdrew her hand from the door and went straight inside.

"Teacher, I've come to pick up the shirt I asked you to alter at noon. I wanted to ask if it's finished..."

As she spoke, her gaze fell on the bag lying on the ground next to the overturned table and chairs.

in...

Some familiar objects could be vaguely seen through the gaps in the bag.

Lin Qingxue paused, her expression clearly showing surprise.

"Teacher, this bag is..."

"Oh, this."

The dormitory supervisor stood up, looked at the person in front of her with a hint of amusement, and looked at the junior.

"That kid in your class, Chen Jianji's things, he just ran off like a shot and forgot to take them from here."

She pushed up her reading glasses and then blinked.

"Should you take it to him, or leave it for him to come and get?"

Lin Qingxue remained silent, her gaze fixed on the bag, before finally responding after a long while.

"Let him come back and get it."

"Okay, sure."

The dormitory supervisor clapped her hands with a smile, and then picked up the altered light yellow suit from the table.

"Hey, your clothes have been altered."

"I remember last year I asked you if your school uniform was too big and if you wanted me to alter it, and you said no, as long as it fits."

"Why does this need to be changed?"

"Actually, you can wear it. You're so slim and tall, you look good in anything."

Lin Qingxue took the dress and whispered with her head down.

"School uniforms are fine."

"This one will be altered to be smaller, so it will fit better and look more flattering."

Seeing this, the auntie smiled broadly.

"Oh? Could it be that you're graduating soon and want to wear a pretty dress and go out with friends?"

"no..."

Lin Qingxue shook her head.

"So, you're learning how to dress up in advance, just in case you can't keep up with your roommates from all over the country when you go to college?"

"No, not really..."

"What's that?"

Lin Qingxue hugged her skirt, lowered her head even further, and spoke in a very soft voice.

"I'm going to meet some people after the exams are over and I have time off..."

"Important people".

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