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After their first meeting upon returning to school, Shang Song's junior year officially began.

The schedule was packed with professional courses, and the homework ranged from modeling and rendering to special effects compositing, keeping everyone extremely busy.

Regardless of how much homework he had, he would still go to the third reading room every Thursday afternoon without fail.

Xie Jing was the same.

Never absent.

Shang Song even learned to search for all sorts of strange questions on Baidu, just to see Xie Jing's expression of slightly frowning yet helplessly answering his outrageous questions.

He liked seeing Xie Jing like that.

He felt that Xie Jing in that way wasn't so rigid and inflexible.

It looks even better now.

Sometimes, Shang Song would bring his own assignments with him, turning his notebook towards Xie Jing, "Professor Xie, look at this, the particle effects I just made."

Xie Jing looked at it and then nodded.

Occasionally, Shang Song would find something interesting in ancient books, such as, "Professor Xie, this character looks like a sieve..."

Xie Jing would pause for two seconds, and then begin to systematically explain the word.

Days passed by like this.

autumn.

One day, when the maple leaves turned completely red.

Shang Song carried two cups of milk tea into the reading room. He pushed one of them towards Xie Jing and asked softly, "Professor Xie, would you like some milk tea?"

A cup of unsweetened Four Seasons Spring Tea, no toppings, no ice.

Shang Song chose it specifically because he had guessed Xie Jing's preferences.

Xie Jing glanced at the cup of milk tea, reached out and picked it up, twirled it halfway in his hand, and looked at the ingredient label on the cup.

It is a tea drink with simple ingredients.

It's clear that Shang Song carefully chose it for him.

He wanted to drink.

But he can't.

Everything he enters must go through the complete detection chain.

This is a mandatory requirement in the security protocol.

This unexpected milk tea was not part of the supply chain.

They also did not follow the procedures of advance declaration, tracing, and testing.

and so.

He was not allowed to drink.

He put the cup back.

However, it was not returned to Shang Song.

Unsure of what Xie Jing meant, Shang Song lowered his head and sipped his coconut and mangosteen iced tea.

When the "date" ended that day, Shang Song saw that Xie Jing took away the unopened cup of Four Seasons Spring Tea when he left.

winter.

The day the cold wave arrived.

Shang Song finally put on that overly chubby down jacket.

He entered the reading room and, under Xie Jing's gaze, tugged at the hem of his coat. "This is the one I told you about last time, the one I bought with my scholarship money. It's very warm!"

Xie Jing's eyes darkened as he looked at the chubby down jacket Shang Song was wearing.

He wanted to hug him.

But not.

He has contact disorder.

He didn't know how his body would react if he reached out.

I might lose my composure.

Perhaps they will suddenly and vehemently avoid it.

The former was that he didn't want to lose his composure in front of Shang Song.

He didn't want to scare Shang Song.

and so.

A slight smile played on his lips as he said, "Hmm, it looks warm."

Shang Song looked at him and smiled foolishly, then chuckled to himself.

When the "date" ended that day, Xie Jing pushed a box towards him.

Inside was a pair of winter painting gloves.

later.

He wore that down jacket all winter.

Those protective gloves accompanied him through countless assignments.

spring.

As graduation approached, Shang Song's workload doubled.

The graduation project, which was the final assignment for several professional courses, was all crammed together.

He started taking his digital screen to the reading room to do his homework.

While Shang Song was drawing on the table, Xie Jing simply and quietly flipped through his book.

He didn't ask Shang Song if he wasn't going to ask questions today.

During these three fixed hours each week.

During that time, he simply sat there, quietly keeping her company.

In late spring, Shang Song began to consider his job after graduation.

His first target was Qingguo Interactive Art.

One of the best game companies in the industry.

He stayed up for several nights in a row.

I re-rendered, color-graded, and edited the demo of my most satisfying work since enrolling, polishing every frame repeatedly.

That Thursday.

With dark circles under his eyes, he showed Xie Jing his organized portfolio.

Xie Jing stared at the two dark circles under his eyes for a while before turning his gaze to Shang Song's notebook.

He read through the entire collection of works but did not comment on whether they were good or bad.

Then, he looked up at Shang Song and said:

"You need to get some rest."

Shang Song was taken aback for a moment: "It's alright, it'll be fine once it's thrown out!"

Shang Song stared at him, still waiting for his comment, "What do you think?"

Xie Jing: "Mm."

Shang Song didn't receive any further replies, but he had already gotten used to Xie Jing's way of expressing himself.

For him, a simple "hmm" was enough.

Then Xie Jing added, "You need to get a good night's sleep."

Shang Song went back to looking at his portfolio. "Understood! Thank you, Professor!"

In early summer, Shang Song received an interview invitation from Qingguo.

He passed the initial screening and then went through three more rounds of interviews.

Technical interview, director interview, HR interview.

During that time, he still went on "dates" with Xie Jing every Thursday afternoon.

Xie Jing did not ask about his interview results.

He didn't bring it up himself.

It's really hard to get green fruit.

He was afraid that if he said he performed very well, he wouldn't be able to get the recording, which would be embarrassing.

One evening in June.

The dormitory has air conditioning on.

The second brother was playing games, the third brother was browsing job postings, and the eldest brother was lying in bed reading academic papers.

Shang Song lay on the table, staring blankly at the digital screen.

The screen showed a half-finished assignment; he stared at it, not adding a single line.

The eldest brother suddenly asked him, "Fourth brother, how are things going with you and Professor Xie?"

Shang Song didn't turn around: "It's fine."

Boss: "You kissed?"

Shang Song's hand paused on the digital screen. After a two-second silence, he honestly replied, "...No."

The second child chimed in from a break in the game, "So, did they hold hands yet?"

Shang Song's voice lowered: "...No, not either."

The third brother gave him a complicated look: "So, what have you two been doing together for the past year?"

Shang Song stared at the digital screen on the table and said weakly, "I ask him questions, and he gives me lessons..."

The second son's game had just ended. He tossed the mouse aside and said, "So, Shang Xiaosong, you've spent the entire year just attending classes?"

Shang Song tried to argue: "It's not all just classes; we sometimes talk about other things too..."

Third brother: "What are you talking about? The stray cats at our school?"

Shang Song shut up.

The eldest brother, lying on the edge of the bed, gave him a thumbs up: "Fourth brother, you're the most talented Platonic person I've ever met. Awesome."

Shang Song was so embarrassed by the three brothers' mockery.

He slammed his hand on the table, making the digital screen jump.

He stiffened his neck and spoke aggressively:

"Just wait! Tomorrow's Thursday! I'll definitely take him down!"

The End.