Chapter 115: Is this from you?

Knowing it couldn't be from Xia Yue, Xia Xi still took a photo of the loquat syrup inside the express box and sent it to Xia Yue's phone.

Xia Yue indeed had no idea what was going on and replied with a question mark.

Xia Xi joked, "I thought it was an airdrop you sent."

Xia Yue also joked, "Even if I tied a sky‑soaring monkey, it would still take a while to get from Qianlin to Nancheng. It's not from me."

Xia Xi: "I know."

Xia Yue: "I was about to buy you this brand of loquat syrup and send it over; it works really well. Since you already have it, drink it soon. Don't stay up late at night, go to bed early. When you're sick, rest more so your body can recover quickly."

Xia Xi: "Got it."

After sending the message, Xia Xi put her phone on the table, looked at the two bottles of loquat syrup in the cardboard box, then glanced at the others in the room and chuckled, "I have no idea who sent this."

Zhao Lei raised a finger, waved it a few times in the air, wearing an "I get it" expression: "I know! It must be your admirer, who heard you were sick and secretly sent warmth."

Xia Xi closed the cardboard box, examined the shipping label stuck on it—the sender's address was a large pharmacy near Nan Da, the phone number had its middle digits hidden, nothing special about it.

She asked Zhao Lei, "If it's my admirer, why not let me know? Keeping it from me, how would I know they put thought into it for me? Isn't that just wasting their effort?"

Zhao Lei was stumped by her question and couldn't answer right away. Wang Qiuyu immediately chimed in, "I know this! It's easy to understand—someone who knows your personality worries you'll reject their feelings, so they hide it first and won't let you know, then tell you when the time is right."

Zhao Lei nodded: "That analysis makes perfect sense."

Xia Xi fell silent, feeling that something was off.

Wu Qinglu whispered, "Could it be Su Yuanjia, the one who's been pursuing you? First, he knows you're sick and even sent you breakfast and ginger soup a few days ago. Second, you've talked to him and clearly rejected his advances; he probably isn't giving up, still thinks of you, but doesn't want to bother you, so he's showing concern in another way."

Zhao Lei clapped her hands, giving Wu Qinglu an approving look: "That analysis makes even more sense!"

Because of the two bottles of mysterious loquat syrup, the few people in the dorm turned into Holmes, listing various evidences, repeatedly reasoning, trying to uncover the behind‑the‑scenes "culprit".

Xia Xi waved her hand, indicating she wouldn't join their reasoning, then went to take a shower and get ready for sleep.

At half past ten, the dorm lights were off, seeming pitch‑black, but actually each person enjoyed a pleasant night in their little space carved out by the beds—phone screens lit their faces as they read novels, watched videos with earphones, or played games.

Only Xia Xi wasn't playing with her phone; she lay flat on her back, hands crossed behind her head, blinking in the dark.

She also had a guess in her heart that she hadn't just voiced—she thought it was Xu Yanfeng.

If she spoke Xu Yanfeng's name, her roommates would surely think she was daydreaming, talking nonsense—just as they didn't believe Xu Yanfeng had defended her in a meeting.

Only she herself could feel this sensation.

It was a strong feeling, hard to describe in precise words.

She thought, probably because she and Xu Yanfeng had only met in the library that afternoon, and his various behaviors were unusually abnormal. Although he reverted to his usual cold demeanor when leaving, it couldn't cancel out his spoken line, "My immunity is good."

Xia Xi closed her eyes, unwilling to remain clueless; she was determined to find a chance to verify her suspicion.

The Xia Xi of the previous night would never have imagined that the opportunity would come this quickly, as if heaven had heard her prayer and helped her fulfill her wish.

The teacher's homework for this week, Xia Xi had finished it all, but her roommates, having slacked off all day Saturday and all day Sunday, started the evening in a panic, rushing to finish their assignments.

They felt the dorm atmosphere was toxic, would destroy one's will, unsuitable for study‑related activities, only good for lying down. After discussion, they decided to go to the library to grind.

Xia Xi, alone in the dorm feeling a bit bored, suggested going with them.

Zhao Lei had a small bun in her mouth, saying miserably, "Top student, are you coming just to watch us make fools of ourselves?"

Xia Xi coughed a few times, shook the book in her hand: "Nothing to do, I'll go preview lessons, organize my study notes, and look for some supplementary materials."

Zhao Lei's cheeks puffed as she chewed the dry bun, then spat out two words: "Admirable."

The four of them marched energetically to the library, casually picked an empty study room, fortunately it wasn't too crowded, and glancing around they saw there were seats available.

Suddenly, Xia Xi stopped in the aisle, her feet rooted, staring blankly in a direction.

Zhao Lei tugged at her arm, lowering her voice unconsciously: "Come on, what are you spacing out for?"

Xia Xi blinked hard, making sure she wasn't mistaken, her lips opening and closing as the three characters she had recited hundreds of times ground out: "Xu Yanfeng."

"Where?"

Zhao Lei looked around, and finally spotted Xu Yanfeng's side profile wearing earphones in a corner by the window.

At that moment, she was truly convinced by Xia Xi. No matter how halo‑bearing and eye‑catching Xu Yanfeng was, hidden in such an inconspicuous nook with his profile half‑obscured, Xia Xi could spot him at a glance.

"Sis, do you have a radar system built in?" Zhao Lei pinched her arm, her tone full of admiration.

Xia Xi curled her lips, locked onto the empty seat beside Xu Yanfeng, fearing someone would snatch it if she delayed even a second, she patted Zhao Lei's head without looking sideways: "You guys find your own seats, I'm going."

Who could say this isn't fate between her and Xu Yanfeng?

For two consecutive days, they met in the same place.

Zhao Lei shook her head and sighed, knowing this would happen. Nan Da's top‑tier beauty, seen as lofty by outsiders, turns into a butterfly that smells flowers upon seeing Xu Yanfeng, flapping her wings to rush over.

Regardless of Xia Xi, the three each found a seat and got to work on their assignments.

Xia Xi happily flew to Xu Yanfeng's side, her whole face beaming. She stopped behind him, took a deep breath, opened her mouth to greet him, realized he had earphones on and couldn't hear, so she extended a finger and lightly poked his shoulder.

Xu Yanfeng furrowed his brows, turned his head, met Xia Xi's bright eyes—his lashes fluttered like tiny fans, and a gentle spring light seemed to spill out. He took off his earphones and asked her with his gaze: Anything?

Xia Xi pointed to the seat beside him: "Excuse me, is anyone sitting next to you?"

It was the exact same question, experienced just yesterday, except their roles were reversed.

Xia Xi genuinely believed the library was a magical place—no, she should say it was her "lucky spot." She secretly decided to come often from now on.

Xu Yanfeng said lightly, "No."

As expected, Xia Xi raised her eyebrows, silently clenched her fist and cheered "Yes" in her heart, then sat down beside him, full of joy.

Seeing Xu Yanfeng about to put his earphones back on, Xia Xi quickly reached out to stop him, speaking in a volume that wouldn't disturb others: "I have a question I want to ask you."

Xu Yanfeng ignored her, so she went on: "Last night I received a parcel—two bottles of cough‑relieving loquat syrup." She stared unblinking, locking eyes with him, her breath exhaled soft as a feather, brushing his ear, "Did you give this to me?"