Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat-Chapter 118 - 115 The Point of Concern
Chapter 118: Chapter 115 The Point of Concern
Chapter 118 -115 The Point of Concern
Jiang Yan generously admitted and said, “I’ll treat you all to this meal today, even if it’s just noodles which is a bit simple, I’ll treat everyone to a feast another time.”
From the way the other party addressed Song Jiawen as “Jiajia,” he could tell that they were both straightforward girls without any fuss, and he got along quite well with Jiajia.
Old Second, sitting opposite, looked enviously at their group, thinking how cool his brother sounded when he said “computer stuff,” completely nailing the university student vibe.
Unfortunately…
Remembering that Grandpa Xu wanted him to take the adult college entrance exam, Old Second couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on. He was simply not cut out for studying; he’d fall asleep the moment he picked up a book and couldn’t bear reading it.
Jiang Yan ordered two small dishes, one meat and one vegetarian, for the four of them. He had ordered soup noodles, and upon its arrival, seeing Song Jiawen looking into his bowl, he turned his head and asked, “Want to switch?”
Jiang Yan knew she didn’t really like mixed noodles; he didn’t know if it was because she had been distracted or if she wanted to try the taste here, but the first sight of them didn’t seem to please her.
They exchanged their noodles, and Song Jiawen finally started eating with her chopsticks.
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This wasn’t the first time the two of them had swapped food, so Old Second was used to it, and thus, he pretended not to notice.
However, Liang Yujun and the other two exchanged looks, feeling as if they had stumbled upon some incredible secret.
Although they hadn’t realized it, they were already…
During the meal, Jiang Yan learned from Ding Yuanyuan that they had visited the Academy of Fine Arts again today, though thankfully, they had not returned to South Square but had simply toured a few galleries.
Liang Yujun highly praised Master Mu’s paintings and mentioned that she might come to Beijing University to serve as the dean of the Academy of Fine Arts.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Song Jiawen.
After finishing their meal and leaving the noodle restaurant, Jiang Yan had to return to the university since Chi Zuo had agreed to discuss the class meeting with him that afternoon.
Old Second went back to Xinyu alone.
Liang Yujun and the other two walked ahead, while Jiang Yan and Song Jiawen strolled alongside each other at the back.
Once they were a certain distance apart, Jiang Yan asked, “Did you see Master Mu’s paintings this morning?”
Song Jiawen hummed an affirmative but didn’t continue the topic. Instead, she started an entirely different subject with a slight frown, “I saw a guy at the coffee shop, looked really familiar, but I can’t remember who he is.”
“A guy? How old?”
“Twenty-six or seven? Twenty-seven or eight? Shouldn’t be thirty yet, I think.”
Jiang Yan thought for a moment, then asked, “Did he see you too?”
Song Jiawen nodded, “Maybe because I kept staring at him at first, he then kept looking at me, right up until we were about to leave, he was still staring at me.”
Jiang Yan had a certain suspicion in mind, but was not sure; after all, Song Jiawen’s face was very eye-catching, even if she didn’t look at others, there would still be people staring at her.
So he had to bring the topic back to the first one, since Mu Chenyan was almost certainly her mother.
“What are you thinking? Do you want to meet her?”
Meet her?
As before, she shook her head, “Forget it, I don’t even know what her situation is now, she might have… already forgotten about me. It wouldn’t be good for either party to disturb her without warning.”
She still remembered the scene where Jiang Yan’s mother, with his half-brother from the same mother, encountered Jiang Yan outside and pretended not to see him. So, what if she had a new daughter now?
Herself appearing might not be welcome, or it could make both parties uncomfortable.
Jiang Yan almost immediately saw through her thoughts and sighed, “Jiajia, your situation is different from mine. My mom doesn’t want to see me because she has a new family now, and I am an outsider to her. But perhaps your parents have been waiting for you all along…”
“They won’t,” she retorted, “they had already gone abroad that year.”
This was the point she truly cared about.
But the aforementioned reasons weren’t entirely excuses either; she truly believed them. She had been absent from their lives for more than a decade; what if her sudden reappearance was an unwelcome intrusion?
Feeling superfluous in one family, and then superfluous in another…
Song Jiawen laughed at herself. She had already been admitted to college and had the ability to support herself. Couldn’t she just live her life well? Why seek out such discomfort?
Jiang Yan wanted to ask, “Have you forgotten the red ribbon at the top of the date tree in Yucheng Alley?”
But just as he opened his mouth, he closed it again upon the look Song Jiawen cast his way, and swallowed the words he was about to speak.
Forget it, if she doesn’t want to recognize it, then so be it. After all, as long as she’s happy, that’s what matters.
Liang Yujun and the other two had already disappeared from sight, but the two of them were still strolling slowly in the shade along the roadside.
“I’ll walk you back.”
Jiang Yan lifted his wrist to check the time; it was already 1:20. He had agreed to meet with Chi Zuo at 2:00.
“So you’re really acting the class monitor?”
Jiang Yan nodded. “When it’s been offered on a silver platter, why refuse it?”
“Do you remember the second-year senior who brought us to register on our first day?”
Jiang Yan turned his head. “Yang Boran?”
Song Jiawen nodded. “He called our dorm last night, wanting me to join the student council.”
Jiang Yan scoffed. “The old man’s intentions are not in the wine.”
Song Jiawen ignored his comment and continued, “Liang Yujun said that there are particularly few girls enrolling in the physics major this year. Condensed matter physics has four classes, and each class has only one girl.”
“Fuck!”
Jiang Yan couldn’t help but curse. She really had walked into a wolf’s lair.
When they arrived at the girls’ dormitory building, he couldn’t help but remind her, “Be careful at tomorrow’s class meeting. Don’t go out with anyone who tries to strike up a casual conversation, and it’s best if you don’t even acknowledge them.”
Song Jiawen rolled her eyes and huffed coldly before twisting her body and walking away.
Back in the dorm, as she pushed open the door, a cool breeze greeted her and Song Jiawen paused in surprise.
Ding Yuanyuan, holding the remote control, burst into laughter. “Look at this, what kind of ultimate treasure is it?”
Song Jiawen couldn’t help but smile. After closing the door and entering, Liang Yujun came over, winking and gesturing, curious, “You seem to have a good relationship with Jiang Yan.”
“It’s alright. He used to be poor at academics; it was me who tutored him. Without me, he probably wouldn’t have been able to get into Beijing University.”
That statement was not an exaggeration; even Jiang Yan himself said so. The only thing was, he never paid her the five thousand yuan in tutoring fees he owed her.
Forget it. Since she was going to invest in his future shop, she might as well treat it as an early stock acquisition.
After some playful teasing, everyone went to bed for an afternoon nap.
At eight in the evening, a tall, thin girl with short hair came knocking on the door to inform Song Jiawen that there would be a class meeting in Room 305 of the physics building at three o’clock the next afternoon.
“Classmate, do you know where the second, third, and fourth classes are supposed to have their meetings?”
Although they all presumably had their class meetings at the same time, Liang Yujun and the others hadn’t received notifications about the specific rooms yet.
But why would someone come to inform Song Jiawen specifically?
All of them were curiously sizing up the short-haired girl, wondering which class she was from and what she was doing.
“Our class will be in 305, the second in 306, and so on; the third in 307, the fourth in 308.”
The girl answered with certainty, her tone neither hurried nor slow, looking like an experienced cadre.
However, it was her “our class” that surprised Song Jiawen and the others.
