Chapter 179: Got Hemorrhoids?

After breakfast, the two of them each added a thick layer of clothing, wrapping themselves up tightly; this snow brought not only beautiful scenery but also a bone-chilling cold.

As everyone knows, the English language is not only a widely used communication tool across the world, but it also holds a vital position in international exchange, academic research, and career development.

For law students, possessing a good level of English is particularly crucial; only by having a certain degree of English reading and comprehension ability can one truly delve into those invaluable legal documents and engage in an exchange of ideas with legal elites from all over the world.

Walking into the exam hall and looking around, there wasn't a single familiar face, though there were plenty of people who recognized him, all greeting him with smiles.

One does not strike a person who is smiling; Shen Yan naturally responded with a smile.

Time ticked away, and just one second before the warning bell rang, a round-faced girl ran into the classroom, panting, and took the seat right next to Shen Yan.

Looking at that handsome face, Li Yan was slightly stunned, her eyes involuntarily darting away; she said nothing, and after sitting down, she began to tune her radio on her own.

Shen Yan glanced at her in surprise.

Having not seen her for only a few days, this lovesick girl seemed like a different person; her figure was noticeably thinner, her spirit was listless, and faint dark circles had appeared under her eyes—she looked completely drained.

Since ancient times, deep affection has only left behind regrets; this sorrow is endless and knows no bounds.

Shen Yan actually sympathized with this girl, but he did not approve of such self-destructive behavior; three-legged toads are hard to find, but two-legged men are everywhere.

Why bother!

Not paying much attention, once the test papers were distributed, Shen Yan briefly scanned the general question types and then began to write.

Listening comprehension, multiple choice, fill-in-the-blanks, reading comprehension...

With Shen Yan's current memory and comprehension ability, passing the English Band 4 and 6 exams was a breeze.

Two hours passed in a flash; walking out of the exam hall, Shen Yan dialed Hao Anqi's phone number and then drove straight to the Communication University of China.

As time ticked by, the snowflakes in the sky became denser, falling in swirling masses. At first, they were light flurries, drifting as softly as willow catkins, but now the snowflakes began to intertwine and converge, forming a vast curtain of snow.

Such heavy snow is truly rare.

Arriving at the gate of the Communication University of China, while waiting for Hao Anqi to come out, Shen Yan opened the car window to let in some air and checked the passenger seat to see if there were any stray hairs left behind.

A spray of cologne, and everything was set.

Before long, Hao Anqi's figure came into view; she was wearing a wheat-colored sweater paired with a black midi skirt, revealing a section of flesh-colored thermal stockings between the hem of the skirt and her black loafers.

With a gray-pink plaid scarf wrapped around her neck, this outfit displayed a strong sense of fashion without sacrificing warmth.

As soon as she sat in the car, a wave of warmth rushed toward her, and Hao Anqi couldn't help but let out a long sigh, complaining, "I hate winter the most; it's so cold that I can't even sleep well at night."

Shen Yan said solemnly, "A thousand layers of blankets aren't as good as skin-to-skin contact; how about you come home and we sleep huddled together tonight?"

Recalling the last time at the Shen Family, when Shen Yan asked her to wear all sorts of embarrassing outfits, Hao Anqi's pretty face flushed, but she did not refuse the proposal.

Her little boyfriend's body was as hot as a small stove, and when they slept in each other's arms, that warm sensation was intoxicating.

It felt quite comfortable!

Ten minutes later, the two arrived at a famous roast duck restaurant in the Xihu District; although it wasn't a century-old brand, it was fragrant and highly praised by customers.

Sitting at the table, Shen Yan was looking at the menu when he noticed the waiter scratching his backside repeatedly, so he curiously asked, "Do you have hemorrhoids?"

The waiter froze, then said something shocking: "Sir, can you order from the menu?"

"Pfft!"

Hao Anqi, who was drinking water, couldn't hold it back and sprayed it out on the spot; water stained nearly half the table, but she had no time to care.

She just stared at the waiter, dumbfounded.

Shen Yan's expression was identical to hers; it was truly like a knife stabbing into one's backside—an eye-opener—that there could be someone in the world with such a bizarre train of thought.

The waiter finally came to his senses, his little face as red as a monkey's bottom, scratching his head and apologizing, "I'm sorry, sir, I had a slip of the tongue just now; please don't take offense."

He hurriedly wiped the table with a paper towel; his service attitude was acceptable.

Shen Yan couldn't be bothered to argue with him, so he ordered a roast duck from the menu, along with two steamer baskets of lotus leaf pancakes and the duck frame prepared in a style of his choice, plus four very distinctive dishes, such as imitation crab and mashed tofu.

The waiter hurriedly agreed.

After he left, Hao Anqi, whose face was red from holding back laughter, could no longer contain herself, leaning against her chair and laughing until she doubled over.

"Hahaha!"

"Ouch! My stomach hurts from laughing."

Shen Yan sighed that life is full of surprises; you never know what will happen in the next second. The ordering process just now was indeed somewhat leading, but damn, you really are a talent.

Ordering hemorrhoids? Could anyone with a remotely normal brain do such a thing?

I dare to order it, but would your shop dare to serve it!

Hao Anqi said she would tell her roommates about this when she got back, and fearing she might forget, she recorded it on her phone. She had a low threshold for laughter, and she hadn't recovered even when the food was served.

Shen Yan put on his gloves and gestured, "Try it quickly; I heard the roast duck here is very authentic."

For a foodie, nothing is more attention-grabbing than good food. After Hao Anqi regained her composure, she couldn't wait to try it. She picked up a thin pancake, scallion shreds, and cucumber strips, then dipped them in the thick, sticky sauce. One bite, and the savory meat, rich sauce, and fresh fruit and vegetable flavors overflowed in her mouth—refreshing and not greasy.

"Mmm! It's really delicious."

After chewing a few times, Hao Anqi, who had always had no resistance to good food, immediately had eyes that lit up.

Shen Yan nodded in approval as well; this trip was worth it.

Meanwhile, in the cafeteria of Hangzhou University, Wu Yueer and Chen Shanni sat opposite each other. Chen Shanni glanced at Wu Yueer, feeling that something was different, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Yue'er, did you change your skincare products? Your skin has suddenly become so good, so fair and tender, and it even has a rosy glow—it's like it's about to drip water!"

As she spoke, Chen Shanni reached out and gently pinched Wu Yueer's cheek.

"A woman's best skincare product is a man."

A rosy flush quietly appeared on Wu Yueer's face, and this sentence inexplicably surfaced in her mind.