Chapter 19: Emotional Intelligence

"Hello! Grandma, it's Xiaoyan."

"Xiaoyan? Did you change your number?"

"This is a new card I got at school. Yes, I'm doing well at school, and my roommates are all easy to get along with."

After settling in, Shen Yan called Shen Nainai to report that he was safe, feeling a thousand emotions in his heart. He remembered that in his previous life, when he left home for university, Shen Nainai had been a chatterbox, worried that Shen Yan wouldn't adapt to the environment, and her questions had been endless.

In this life, perhaps because Shen Yan had become increasingly outstanding and his personality had become more cheerful, Shen Nainai didn't have many instructions; she only asked if Shen Yan was homesick.

"No, I'll go back to see you during National Day." Shen Yan felt a sting in his nose. Since he had grown up, this was the first time Shen Nainai had been separated from him; she must be very reluctant to let him go.

"As long as you aren't homesick, that's good. Take good care of yourself out there alone, and don't worry about Grandma."

Hanging up the phone, the street was filled with noise; the sound of car horns, bicycle bells, and laughter blended together to form the most beautiful melody.

The tune of "Green Flower in the Army" inexplicably came to Shen Yan's mind.

Cold wind drifts, falling leaves~

The army is a green flower~

My dear comrade, you must not be homesick~

Do not miss your mother~

"Shen Yan?"

At the entrance of the library, Shen Yan had just parked his bike when he heard someone calling him. He turned his head and saw it was Wu Yue'er.

In the short time he hadn't seen her, Wu Yue'er had already put on a small vest, wore a little red hat, and was clutching a stack of flyers in her hand.

"It really is you. Where did this bike come from?" After confirming it was Shen Yan, Wu Yue'er hurried over, her peach-blossom eyes staring unblinkingly at the electric scooter.

Shen Yan said he had just bought it.

"Yo! You're something else, you're already riding an electric scooter so quickly. Let me ride it for a lap."

Shen Yan didn't answer, but instead asked: "Are you partnering with Luo Qiqi to start promoting campus cards?"

"Idle is idle, might as well earn some extra money."

"Alright, I won't delay your money-making."

After saying this, Shen Yan took a step and climbed the stairs toward the library one by one.

"Can't tell that this guy is actually quite flashy."

Watching his retreating back, Wu Yue'er muttered silently where she stood.

She had just heard those boys say that Shen Yan was using an Apple phone worth over five thousand, and now he had bought an electric scooter, and his clothes were Adidas too.

Having money really makes one willful!

The architecture of Hangzhou University Library was magnificent; its exterior design was simple and elegant, and its architectural style blended elements of Eastern and Western cultures, making one feel a fusion and collision of cultures.

Walking into the library was like entering a silent world; there was no clamor, no noise, only quiet and focus.

The library lobby was spacious and bright, with marble floors and gorgeous chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Various flowers and green plants were placed around the lobby, giving people a sense of vitality.

According to the map, Shen Yan took the elevator to the ninth floor. Looking out, there were rows of neat bookshelves filled with all kinds of books. These books covered every academic field, from literature, history, and philosophy to science, technology, and medicine—everything one could expect to find.

To the right of the bookshelves were rows of neat tables and chairs where students sat reading quietly. Some sat at desks, some leaned against bookshelves, and some simply sat on the floor. Their faces all wore an expression of focus, as if they had forgotten everything around them.

"High Emotional Intelligence Chatting Techniques"

After finding the required book, Shen Yan sat down by the window and opened the pages, which recorded high-EQ ways to respond to various situations.

1. When someone calls you shameless, how do you reply?

High-EQ answer: I don't want it anymore, and it just so happens you don't have any either.

2. When someone says: Was your brain kicked by a donkey?

You reply: Then you should have known to kick a little lighter.

3. A girl asks: Do you think I'm fat?

High-EQ answer: You're fat where you should be fat, and thin where you should be thin; after all, I haven't touched you, so I wouldn't dare to say.

Page after page, some of the scripts were quite brilliant, while others were extremely cheesy—likely written by the king of "lick-dogs." Shen Yan took the essence and discarded the dross, turning this knowledge to his own use.

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

At this moment, his phone suddenly vibrated.

Opening it, he saw a message from Yu Youwei: "You just bought an electric scooter? How much did you buy it for?"

It was undoubtedly leaked by Wu Yue'er.

Shen Yan: "Two thousand."

Yu Youwei: "You've been spending money quite lavishly lately. Even if you earn some money, you shouldn't squander it like that (frowning)."

"I have my own judgment!"

Shen Yan shook his head; this girl's "housekeeper" nature was acting up again, and her desire for control was quite strong. He wasn't some canary she was keeping.

Seriously!

Besides, there were several friend requests on QQ: Wu Yue'er, Luo Qiqi, Xiao Chuchu, Lin Yang, and Tang Song.

He accepted them one by one.

The next second, Wu Yue'er sent a message: "Your screen name is so silly, 'Writing with Shen'—that's a typo, okay?"

Shen Yan: "My surname is Shen, so it's 'Writing with Shen'."

"Pfft! Then my surname is Wu, how should I pick a screen name?"

"Ashamed to be with Wu."

"Get lost!"

Wu Yue'er, in front of the library, twitched the corner of her mouth; she really wanted to rush up and beat Shen Yan up.

What a piece of work!

But thinking about it, it was actually quite interesting, so she "counseled" and changed her screen name.

Wu Yue'er: "You should be called 'Crushed to Powder' (smug)."

Shen Yan smiled slightly, feeling that this girl was actually quite funny, just a bit reckless.

After blowing the Air Conditioner in the library until nine in the evening and eating a bowl of wontons on the second floor of the cafeteria, Shen Yan headed to the school supermarket; after walking a circle, his hands were already full of a pile of things: a power strip, a small fan, a hair dryer, toiletries, an external keyboard, and so on.

Returning to the dormitory, everyone was busy with their own things; Lin Yang was still playing Dota, and what was surprising was that this guy was actually on voice chat with someone, wearing headphones over his ears.

Could it be Wu Yue'er?

From Tang Song, Shen Yan received a definite answer.

Heh! This kid really has some tricks up his sleeve.

After taking a quick cold shower and putting on shorts, Shen Yan had just walked out of the dormitory when Tang Song, who happened to look back, was instantly dumbfounded.

"Damn! Old Shen, your physique is good enough; eight-pack abs, these muscles, these lines, super handsome!"

As he spoke, he even wanted to step forward and touch them to test if they were real.

"Damn it! Not only are you handsome, but your physique is also this good; there's no justice."

"Fuck! This physique is simply incredible!"

The others looked up at the heavens, really wanting to ask: Heaven, did you miss something when I was born, and is it still too late to make up for it now?

Shen Yan indicated that as long as you persist in working out for two months, you can also achieve this.

Don't even mention it, the few were truly stimulated by Shen Yan, and they all made up their minds to train for a good physique; the short and sturdy Zhu Baoping even got down directly, doing one set of various fitness poses after another.