That Nameless Summer Chapter 12

Downstairs of the dormitory

As soon as the bell for evening self-study fell, the noise in the classroom gradually settled down.The night outside the window was too thick to melt away, and occasionally a few unmelted snowflakes knocked on the glass, leaving fleeting white marks.

Song Li frowned at the open physics paper. He drew and scribbled on the draft paper with his pen tip. He revised the stress analysis sketch three or four times, but still couldn’t figure it out. He scratched his hair irritably.

Ling Qingye had just finished sorting out his English notes, and caught a glimpse of his appearance from the corner of his eye. He didn’t say anything, but just pushed his draft book to the middle.The tip of the pen landed on the comprehensive mechanics question in the paper and lightly sketched out a few arrows: “First determine the research object. The gravity is vertically downward, the supporting force is perpendicular to the contact surface, and the frictional force depends on the relative motion trend.”

His voice was very low, just enough for the two of them to hear.Song Li turned his head, the tip of his nose almost touched the tips of Ling Qingye’s hair, and he could smell the faint scent of soapberry on his body.Ling Qingye’s fingertips occasionally touched the paper, bringing a slightly cool touch. Song Li’s originally chaotic thoughts gradually became clear with the tip of his pen.

The two people’s heads were very close to each other. On the draft paper, Song Li’s handwriting was sloppy and unrestrained, while Ling Qingye’s handwriting was elegant and neat. The two completely different handwritings overlapped but were unexpectedly harmonious.Song Li followed his explanation and calculations, and raised his eyes to ask questions from time to time. Ling Qingye stopped writing and patiently spoke again, without any impatience in his tone.

“Understood?” Ling Qingye turned to look at him after finishing the last step.

Song Li nodded, and just as he was about to speak, he caught a glimpse of Chen You walking in from the back door with a thermos cup.He quickly sat up straight and quickly pulled Ling Qingye’s draft book toward him, pretending that he was immersed in calculations.When Ling Qingye saw this, an imperceptible smile flashed in his eyes. He quietly retracted his hand and tapped the back of Song Li’s hand under the table with his fingertips as a reminder.Then, he quietly pressed a piece of note paper filled with key steps into the corner of Song Li’s paper.

She looked around, found nothing unusual, and walked out slowly.The classroom became quiet again, with only the rustling of the pen tip across the paper.

During self-study in the evening, light snow began to fall outside again. The fine snow particles were carried by the night wind and rustled on the windows.Song Li packed his schoolbag and as soon as he stood up, he saw Ling Qingye holding a black umbrella in his hand.

“Let’s go together.” Ling Qingye’s tone was still calm, and he naturally handed the umbrella to him.

Song Li did not refuse and nodded.The two walked out of the classroom side by side. The umbrella was not large. Ling Qingye deliberately leaned towards Song Li. A thin layer of snow soon fell on his left shoulder. Water droplets from the melted snowflakes seeped down his collar, but he continued to move forward steadily as if he didn’t notice.

The light of the street lamps was dizzy in the snow and fog, and the snow under my feet made a “crunching” sound.Song Li occasionally kicked away small ice particles on the side of the road, slowing down his pace by half a beat. Ling Qingye subconsciously slowed down, waiting for him to catch up.

When he walked downstairs to the dormitory, Song Li discovered that Ling Qingye’s left shoulder was already wet.He frowned and stretched out his hand to push the umbrella handle toward Ling Qingye: “Move over to yourself, it’s already wet.”

Ling Qingye gently pressed his hand, and the warmth from his palm came through the thin gloves: “It’s okay, I’ll be up soon.”

Song Li’s heartbeat inexplicably skipped a beat, and the temperature on his fingertips seemed to be burning. He hurriedly retracted his hand, lowered his head and said, “Then I’ll go up,” then turned around and ran towards the dormitory building.

Ling Qingye watched his back disappear at the entrance of the corridor, then put away his umbrella, raised his hand to brush away the snow on his shoulders, and raised the corner of his mouth with a very faint arc.Snow particles fell on his eyelashes and quickly melted into small water droplets, sparkling in the night.