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Chapter 15: The First Time We Went… WeChat Message WeChat Message WeChat Message ... Shen Beidao’s gaze coldly swept over Du Xiaoman’s continuous stream of threatening messages. He typed a reply: The other party immediately replied Just then, a new message notification popped up at the top of the screen—from Shen Beidao unhesitatingly swiped away from the conversation with Du Xiaoman, as if the previous annoyance had never existed. His fingertip lightly tapped the contact that…-
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Chapter 14: Top Donor Shen Beidao twisted open the juice bottle cap and handed it to Lin Yi. "Yes, you guessed it." He leaned in slightly, close to Lin Yi's ear. "Just now, seeing you go in alone with that elite man for so long, I felt a little disappointed." "...That was just a normal onboarding process." Lin Yi was a little unsure how to explain this sudden "accusation." The churning jealousy he felt earlier was largely dissipated, and he didn't know where to start with the questions he had…
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Lin Yi blinked thoughtfully, then suddenly blurted out, "No, you should be called 'Father-in-law' instead." Shen Beidao paused slightly, then a gentle smile spread across his eyes. Setting aside the title for now, Shen Beidao thought: Is this little guy already considering 'marrying' me and bringing me home? It turns out he thinks even further ahead than I do. Shen Beidao's voice was indulgent. "Mm." He paused, then deliberately teased him, "However, I still think calling me 'Father-in-law' is more…
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Before Grain Buds The ceiling fan spun above the third-floor classroom of the Miluo Building. Its bearings, starved of oil, emitted a rhythmic creak with every rotation. A breeze brushed against the back of Wei Zhiheng’s neck, carrying away a hint of heat, but the collar of his white shirt was already soaked through. The fabric clung to his collarbones, sticking to his skin. His right hand gripped a 0.5 mm black gel pen, the tip hovering just above the bubbling-in box for question twelve on the answer…-
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Start of Summer Around four in the afternoon. Wei Zhiheng stood before the security door of Unit 3, Building 6, Room 601 in the Faculty Housing. His left fingers hooked around a plastic bag containing freshly pressed rice noodles bought at the school gate, the scent of sour bamboo shoots seeping through the thin film. His right hand gripped a key, the metal teeth digging into his palm, pressing against a purpura that had yet to fade. A scent drifted from the gap beneath the door: first, the chemical tang…
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After Grain Rain The geography lesson reached the Peru Current. The projector cast blue arrows onto the screen, the light piercingly bright. Wei Zhiheng sat in the penultimate row, a fixed dark shadow in the upper right of his vision—a retinal hemorrhage point, the size of a needle tip, which had appeared three days ago. He squinted; the ocean current arrows on the blackboard distorted at the edge of the shadow, looking like exudate from a ruptured blood vessel. The arrows were supposed to point from…
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Before Grain Rain When the final echoes of the campus curfew bell were cut off by the iron gate, Wei Zhiheng was pressing the second knuckle of his finger against the sound-activated light switch in the third-floor corridor of Changgu Building. The plastic panel had a crack in it, layered with years of dust, and a frost-like powder rubbed off onto his fingertip, embedding itself dryly under his nail. The light hummed with an electrical overload as it flickered on, the vibrating tungsten filament…
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After Pure Brightness The tail end of the school bell was still rusting in the stairwell. Wei Zhiheng stood behind the security bars of the third-floor corridor, watching the crowd below pour out of the square’s various exits. He counted seven seconds from the time the bell rang until now. His heart hammered to pump blood upward, and his ears were filled with the sound of blood flow, like an underground river changing its course. He turned toward the stairs, his right hand gripping the railing. The…
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summer solstice Huang Jinye pushed open the door of the art classroom on the third floor of Changgu Tower.The door shaft was short of oil, causing a dry groan that echoed in the corridor.He stepped over the threshold with his right knee first, and felt a sharp pain in the joint cavity. The accumulated water was squeezed to the edge of the meniscus, causing him to hold on to the door frame and dig into the peeling green paint with his fingers. Someone has been in the classroom.Wei Zhiheng's pine easel,…
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Xiaoman morning. Wei Mingyuan squatted in the middle of the living room in Building 601, Building 6, Teachers' Family Building.The kneecaps made a dry scraping sound, the wood crackled.There was a crack on the side of the index finger of his right hand, oozing with yellow water. It was caused when he was planing the wooden frame the day before yesterday.The liquid stained the pine frame, mixed with the paint, and formed a transparent scab. The last canvas of "Skylight" is spread out in front of…
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