Chapter 62

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Slippery water flowed between the two of them, front to front.

The soaked clothing could only transmit heat, not block sensation.

Chen Yi tensed his whole body; his muscles, as if receiving an order, all sprang up. They brushed lightly against Jin Douna's body, making her go soft, then softer still.

He wanted to stand, but Jin Douna clamped his waist tight, locking the two of them in the big armchair. Her leg even swung over, pressing against his thigh.

To sit upright, Student Chen had to brace one hand on the chair seat and let the other rest on Jin Douna's waist.

In that instant, he truly did not want to get up, while a certain something that should not have risen stood up on its own, stubbornly resisting all pressure, all mountains.

He twisted nervously, then exerted sudden force, finally righting the two of them — the so-called "right" merely meant Jin Douna sitting on his thighs while he sat straight.

"Did I bite you hard?" Jin Douna blinked her bright eyes, a smile lingering at the corner of her mouth.

"No, just..." Chen Yi searched for adjectives for a long while before saying: "Why does it feel like I'm drunk."

"We didn't actually do anything." Jin Douna said, her face red as she moved off Chen Yi and used her hand to cover her wet shorts: "You go to the outside bathroom."

She herself ducked into the inner one.

Chen Yi gave a foolish laugh, only feeling his head swim, his pants hot and damp; he looked down, embarrassed, and went to clean up.

When he came out, Jin Douna had changed into an orange T-shirt, the same kind of tight short shorts revealing snow-white straight legs, the waistband cinching out that most special curve.

Chen Yi, who had just felt that astonishing elasticity, looked her up and down in a near conditioned reflex.

"I'll send you back." Jin Douna felt today's developments had already exceeded expectations; on the other hand, her usual training could not cover her shy nerves. The actions just now, not intense yet thrilling, made her need a good rest to think things over.

Walking on the road, Jin Douna made a request again: "If you have time, can you show me around Jiangning?"

"Okay." Chen Yi felt he could only give that answer.

The Mini soon arrived at Jiangning University. The Korean beauty, reluctant to part, saw him out of the car, tugged his hand to her waist, and said: "You mustn't forget me."

"Of course." Chen Yi broke into a fine sweat, suddenly understanding: so-called romantic debts meant moving something that originally should not have moved, and thus having to promise something that originally should not have been promised. Like a child stealing ice cream, forced to risk the punishment of scrubbing the fridge.

Jin Douna still seemed uneasy, not wanting him to leave immediately, so she gave him a light push and said: "Help me buy a bottle of water, okay?"

As she spoke, she stole a faint lip-print on Chen Yi's neck.

The vivid red charm was intoxicating; many students watched Chen Yi with strange eyes. He could neither laugh nor cry, turned around, and went running the errand again.

Jin Douna leaned against the yellow-and-white compact car, replaying her day's work in her mind.

Just a few short hours, yet they had consumed days of her time analyzing data and setting plans. She did not understand why the young lady made this request, but she had to use twelve-tenths of her spirit and strive to fulfill it.

Chen Yi walked over a hundred meters before finding a convenience store. He casually took out his phone, about to dial, when a seemingly familiar tone came from behind: "Eh, it's Chen Yi."

"Oh, Wang Dong?"

"What, came to look at the school?" Wang Dong's expression was friendly. Beside him were a few students of similar age, but they were not from Jiangning Middle School.

Chen Yi nodded indifferently.

"Jiangning University, that's your dream university, right? The feeling of a dream come true must be great." Wang Dong used a string of exclamations to express his emotion, but it always felt a bit affected. As if a male peacock had just had plastic surgery and wanted an excuse to show off.

Chen Yi felt a bit impatient, thinking: This young master is short a few million on the down payment, busy with that, who has the mood to play house with you.

So he just nodded, put the water on the counter, and prepared to check out.

Wang Dong did not get the expected answer, but was not annoyed. He said to the friends behind him: "Look, this is the famous Gaokao Sleeping God. One exam, only 20 minutes used, all the rest spent sleeping. Just like that, he still got into Jiangning University, and now he's here touring the campus. The Chen Family is truly remarkable, aristocratic scions indeed."

This was already naked disparagement. The others chimed in with talk and laughter, simultaneously condemning the shameless conduct of rich second generations and official second generations, as if they themselves represented the people and the other side was merely a nobody.

Chen Yi merely glanced at them, not deigning a single word in reply.

If the Chen Family could be toppled by verbal attacks, how would it have the qualifications to stand tall in Jiangning. For aristocratic scions, in the first half of their lives, as long as they can do one thing well — not cause trouble — that counts as fulfilling their family duty. As for the rest, that is what their fathers, shrewd all their lives, need to handle.

Right now, Chen Yi only wanted to settle the Xinyibai down payment issue, then have a good sleep. He had not the slightest interest in Wang Dong's inexplicable strange talk.

Wang Dong was a boy with very strong self-esteem, yet because of defeat in the "fighting dads" war, although he possessed a rich second-generation identity, he lacked aristocratic scion qualifications, and thus always harbored an inferiority complex. His meticulous sensitivity could rival that of an allergic girl.

Being ignored by the other party was one of the things he hated most, ranked 26th on his hate list. Wang Dong recalled the bits and pieces of school days and couldn't help a cold laugh: "Chen Yi, I know you got into Jiangning University, but so what? What's its world ranking? 100? 200? Or 250?"

Chen Yi finally turned around, but still couldn't be bothered to speak, just stared at him with his eyes.

So many big shots of life and death in the Saint Qiao Kingdom, he commanded them at will. Now looking at Wang Dong again, it was like looking at a child.

An 18-year-old uncivilized youth — just a child.

Wang Dong faltered, silent. A student behind him coughed twice and said: "Wang Dong just wanted to come congratulate you. We're all preparing to go to the United States. You classmates will have fewer chances to meet in the future. Let's get close, chat a bit."

"Oh, then thanks." Chen Yi roughly guessed some things and deliberately refused to follow their script.

Wang Dong finally understood. Waiting for Chen Yi to ask was impossible, so he straightforwardly said: "We set off for New York in three days. Cornell University, world ranking 15. Next time we meet will probably be four years later. Chen Yi, wish you a happy life at Jiangning University."

Finished speaking, as if exhaling a breath of foul air, Wang Dong laughed happily,

A laugh from the bottom of his heart.

A boy who won every battle in the "fighting dads" war during elementary school — the thing he could least tolerate was losing every battle in the middle school "fighting dads" war? Given that reincarnation is a one-time deal, no job-hopping or moonlighting allowed, Wang Dong always worked hard, always struggled, and thus brooded all the more over his falling behind.

Watching himself lose to Chen Yi in mock exams, watching Chen Yi become the Gaokao Sleeping God, watching his own hard effort still fail to reach Jiangning University's score line, Wang Dong finally chose to continue fighting dads.

And this time, the Wang Family had a stroke of luck. It just so happened a few friends had pre-arranged to send their kids to the US for Ivy League, all connections prepared. Meanwhile, He Tao of the He Family happened to fall at the Gaokao venue, losing the chance to study at a good school domestically. So after spending a large sum, Wang Dong hitched a ride on the last application bus together with him. Just waiting for Gaokao results to come out, then submit applications, and he could step onto Cornell University's campus.

— The legendary Ivy League famous school.

"Dark willows, bright flowers, another village ahead." Wang Dong smoothly quoted poetry, looking at Chen Yi with melancholy and sorrowful eyes, using rising and falling cadences: "Jiangning University in China may be a good university, but such universities, which country in the world doesn't have a few, a few dozen of them. Cornell University is different. It is a unique Ivy League famous school, consistently ranked world top ten, and it's in New York State. A world-class flowery world. Student Chen Yi, I have no other meaning, just saying goodbye to you."

After speaking that last sentence, Wang Dong's mood was like a June sunflower, his face nearly tilting horizontal.

"But... Jiangning University is China's school, the most suitable school for Chinese students." A somewhat strange pronunciation, yet it was the impatient Jin Douna appearing.

She used the unique tone of a foreigner and said seriously: "I am a Korean exchange student. Before coming to Jiangning, I received an invitation from Columbia University. It is also an Ivy League university in New York State. However, I ultimately came to Jiangning University because I believe Asian schools, Chinese schools, possess a completely different humanistic atmosphere from European and American schools. Here, it can cultivate our sentiments..."

Jin Douna, with a purely emotional tone, utterly shattered Wang Dong's satisfaction.

Of Course, what played the decisive new role was Jin Douna's soft and slender waist, as well as Chen Yi's large hand that she had pulled over and placed there.

One Hand could grasp half a circle of waist.

This is the true refreshment.

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