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The Western Hills are covered with layers of dark green forests.

After returning from S University, Xie Jing first went to the bathroom to wash up and changed into his home clothes before going into the study.

Lin Zhou was already waiting inside.

He presented a document to the desk with both hands. "Master, this is the information of the student you met this afternoon."

Xie Jing sat down behind his desk and opened the folder.

The first page is the basic information registration form.

The young man in the photo has clean features and a slight smile on his lips.

Like when taking a photo, you want to laugh but you hold it in.

Xie Jing's gaze lingered on the photo for two seconds before he began to browse the rest of the content.

Family members, educational background, school record... all very ordinary.

But this is precisely what makes it so extraordinary.

He hadn't been to S University very often in the past few months.

Those Song Dynasty printed books are being restored in collaboration at the Ancient Books Restoration Center of S University, and he occasionally needs to go there to check on the progress.

It's always the same route: garage, repair room.

View and leave immediately, without lingering.

Even so, he was stopped several times.

In most cases, those young people couldn't get close to him at all.

Occasionally, one or two bold individuals, relying on their harmless identities, manage to bypass the outer security, but he will still manage to avoid them.

With one exception.

It was a young man whose features were no longer clear. He suddenly rushed out from around the corner of the corridor and lunged straight at him. After he dodged to the side, the young man lost his footing and grabbed a pillar next to him.

After that, he went to S University even less often.

While he wouldn't say he was unhappy about it, he certainly didn't like the feeling.

Even though he knew those young people meant no harm.

I just wanted to express my affection for him.

But he himself...

It is indeed unbearable.

So today, when he saw the young man named Shang Song rushing over, his body instantly went into a state of alert.

But the young man stopped three steps away from him.

Three very accurate steps.

Even so, he should have refused, shouldn't he?

But he agreed.

He's still sitting in his study, flipping through the young man's file.

He wondered: Will that young man really come on Thursday afternoon?

He was thinking: If he comes, what should I say to him?

Thursday afternoons are Xie Jing's private time.

They neither repair ancient books nor handle official business.

He usually stays in his study, flipping through a few pages of a book, or finds a quiet corner in the Western Hills to do nothing.

This is one of the few times he has that is entirely his own during his busy week.

Now, during this period, he has new plans.

Lin Zhou then asked, "Patriarch, when you go to S University in the future, will we need to further strengthen security measures?"

Xie Jing did not answer immediately.

He knew why Lin Zhou would ask that question.

The fact that Shang Song was able to get close to him, stop him, and even talk to him today shows that there is a loophole in the current security defense line.

Similar contacts will likely continue to occur in the future.

Although the students were not harmed, Lin Zhou was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, so he asked him if he wanted to block the opening.

Xie Jing's gaze fell on the section about Shang Song's family background.

My parents are ordinary workers, and their social relationships are simple and clear.

He was indeed an ordinary young man, as ordinary as could be.

"We can strengthen it," Xie Jing said, "but remain hidden and don't alert the students."

Overly strict protective measures seem abnormal in a place like a school.

Lin Zhou understood his meaning almost immediately: "Yes, the existing arrangements will continue to be optimized and will not affect the normal order of the school. That Mr. Shang will not notice anything."

Xie Jing's finger brushed over the photo on the document; the young man in the photo was still smiling at him.

Hmm, don't let this young man named Shang Song find out.

It will scare him.

Xie Jing nodded.

Lin Zhou didn't say anything more, bowed and withdrew.

*

The first Thursday afternoon.

Xie Jing chose to drive himself out of Xishan.

The lead and rear guard vehicles maintained a safe distance, while medical and logistical support vehicles were scattered in different locations further away.

He's used to it.

This has been his way of traveling since he can remember.

He never counts how many cars are following him, nor does he check the duty roster of his entourage.

That's Lin Zhou's job.

But today, he noticed it.

He wondered if the young man would see these cars.

Would that young man find him strange?

He didn't want the young man to think he was strange.

He didn't want the young man to see anything he shouldn't have seen.

then.

As his car was about to turn into S University, he dialed Lin Zhou's number.

"All vehicles will remain parked on the perimeter and wait after I enter the campus. No need to follow."

After he issued the order.

The vehicles slowed down one by one at the last intersection and stopped in the appropriate positions.

Xie Jing drove alone into S University.

He parked his car in the visitor parking space next to the ancient book restoration center and turned off the engine.

He did not get out of the car immediately.

He sat in the driver's seat, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings—the exterior walls of the teaching building, the corners of the connecting corridors, and the gaps between the roadside trees.

Lin Zhou's voice came through the earpiece, reminding him that 10 minutes ago, all the security personnel in the vicinity had been in place and the sniper positions had been set up.

He can order the cars to park on the perimeter, allow security personnel to hide in the shadows, and make himself look like an ordinary person.

But he knew that he was not an ordinary person after all.

These were the necessary means for him to survive.

He just inexplicably didn't want that young man to see it.

He took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and got out of the car.

After walking around the main building, he saw Shang Song in the distance.

Shang Song stood at the entrance of the ancient book library, his hands in his sweatshirt pockets, head down, pacing around aimlessly.

It seemed like they had been waiting for a while.

As Xie Jing got closer, he noticed that Shang Song had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

In S City, springtime would never be this hot.

She was probably nervous.

Before Xie Jing could speak, Shang Song seemed to sense something, suddenly turned around, and stammered, "Professor Xie!"

Xie Jing nodded and walked forward, gesturing for him to follow.

This third reading room in the rare books section is never open to the public.

It was his temporary office at S University, used to handle collaborative projects on ancient books.

Shang Song followed behind him, barely daring to breathe.

Xie Jing gestured for him to sit down, so he obediently found a table and sat down. He took out several books of "Shuowen Jiezi" (a dictionary of Chinese characters), a notebook, and a pencil case from his schoolbag, and assumed a serious attitude to listen to the lesson.

Xie Jing casually flipped to one of the pages of the "Shuowen Jiezi" he had brought and pointed to a certain character.

Shang Song looked down, remained silent for three seconds, and then pronounced it completely incorrectly.

Xie Jing didn't correct him, but simply pointed to another word with his fingertip.

Shang Song recited each verse one by one.

The second, the third, the fourth.

Completely wrong.

Some were glaringly wrong, while others were slightly more subtle.

But none of them are correct.

Shang Song probably realized it himself, his voice grew softer and softer, his ears turned redder and redder, and finally he simply shut his mouth and stared blankly at Xie Jing's fingers with his head down.

Looking at his appearance, Xie Jing strangely felt no impatience whatsoever.

He just found it a little funny for some reason.

He's very brave.

She's also very thin-skinned.

A very strange young man.

but……

so cute.

Xie Jing turned to another page of the "Shuowen Jiezi" book, pointed to a relatively simple character, said the correct pronunciation, and then briefly explained the evolution of the character's form.

Shang Song suddenly looked up at him, his eyes lighting up again.

Xie Jing thought at that moment.

This strange young man.

like……

They're even cuter now.