When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 214: Move Away

After the excitement subsided, there was a moment of silent speechlessness, and Old Man Jiang slowly calmed down.

Out of the blue, he suddenly asked the two, "So, have you decided not to apply for graduate school?"

Regarding this question, Jiang Shuyao had no say.

The person beside her responded crisply without thinking, "Yes."

Old Man Jiang listened and snorted with his nose, "No wonder."

Jiang Shuyao smiled gently.

Actually, Old Man Jiang wasn’t confused; it’s just that at his age, he had learned to let go of many things.

Furthermore, being focused solely on academia, he naturally lacked any cunning schemes, and regarded people and situations without delving too deeply.

However, what surprised her was Young Master Pei’s reaction.

In the past, forget about respecting teachers and valuing education, not hospitalizing a teacher was already showing restraint. Today, he even went so far as to openly offend another teacher in order to defend Old Man Jiang.

Out of curiosity, Jiang Shuyao inquired about someone’s past misbehavior.

The answer he gave was one she would remember for a lifetime.

"A teacher with improper conduct, still trying to educate others, is simply laughable."

Pei Yan walked leisurely, paused and continued, "Harassing female students, and just so happened to be caught by me. Tell me, doesn’t such a person deserve a beating?"

She could never have imagined that such things she only saw in the news could actually happen in her own school.

For a moment, she didn’t know whether to praise him or scold him.

"You could have reported him to the campus committee; it wasn’t necessary to resort to violence," Jiang Shuyao said earnestly, "Old Man Jiang is right, with your temper, you’re bound to suffer big losses someday."

After she finished speaking, the person beside her fell into a puzzling silence.

She noticed his unnaturalness and turned her head to ask, "What, did I say something wrong?"

Pei Yan shook his head with a faint smile.

After a while, he spoke dryly, "Back then, I couldn’t control my emotions. After beating him up, it felt exhilarating, and I wanted to do it a second time, a third time."

"..." It sounded absurd, yet Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help but feel a pain in her heart.

She forgot that before transferring to Yunzhong, his illness had not yet been cured.

During that time, it should have been a critical period for his psychological treatment. Any slight external provocation could trigger his explosive temperament.

It’s hard to imagine, being a father, how nerve-wracking Uncle Pei’s daily life must have been.

Some things could be resolved by donating a building or compensating with money.

But many times when things are uncontrollable, if something happened to Pei Yan, it would be a lifelong sorrow.

Uncle Pei really had it tough. If this guy ever dared to be unfilial in the future, she would not let it slide.

"Princess, what are you scolding me for in your mind?"

A sentence suddenly popped up above her head, pulling her thoughts back.

Jiang Shuyao deflected, "Who’s scolding you? Let’s go to the base. Jiang Xubai said he wanted to discuss the competition details."

"No need to discuss, I’ve decided on the topic."

What?

She stared at him speechlessly.

Back at the base, Jiang Xubai was not there, leaving a message that he had to step out for a bit and would return within an hour at the latest.

Most of the time, such delays meant Zhang Xinxin had visited the base. Forget about one hour; conservatively speaking, it would take at least two hours.

Having been interrupted earlier while packing things in Old Man Jiang’s office, she decided to return to her dormitory while Jiang Xubai was out.

Before leaving, Boss Pei was already immersed in front of the computer. She picked up the cup and filled it with water for him, propped a cushion behind his waist, looked around to make sure nothing was missed, then left satisfied.

Today, the members of dorm 618 were gathered, which was rare.

Fang Wei was showering in the bathroom, while He Shumiao leaned against the headboard and serenely applied a facial mask. Meanwhile, the ever-elusive leader of a certain band was...

Jiang Shuyao looked at the two large suitcases in the hallway and asked in surprise, "Zhong Yuan, are you moving out?"

"Yeah."

"Where are you moving to?"

"The studio." Zhong Yuan had always been sparing with his words in the dormitory, he efficiently rolled up his bedding, jumped off the bed, and casually tossed a set of keys into Jiang Shuyao’s arms.

What’s this?

"Take one down and keep it at your place."

Before he even asked why, He Shumiao, removing her face mask and sporting a delicate complexion, passed by.

Tsk, she remarked wistfully, "I’m really envious, having your own studio. You can comfortably stay in an air-conditioned room during the summer, which is much cooler than here."

Zhong Yuan was always aloof, and everyone had gotten used to it over time.

As the class representative, He Shumiao had always made efforts to mediate, though it seldom helped.

Having said so much in one breath and subtly making eye signals to Jiang Shuyao, she merely didn’t want any regrets at their parting.

Reading the representative’s intention, she turned to Zhong Yuan and said, "Are you free tonight? Let’s have dinner together as a room."

Coming out of the shower, Fang Wei, upon hearing this, instinctively paused in the act of drying her hair and frowned toward the inside.

Though four people were present, not a single sound could be heard in the air.

Zhong Yuan stared expressionlessly at the girl, specifically at her eyes filled with expectation.

After a moment of silence, he continued packing.

He Shumiao sighed, feeling it futile, and shook her head as she headed to the balcony to wash her face. As her leg crossed over the suitcase on the ground, she heard a faint voice nearby: "Send me the time and place on WeChat later."

That was directed at Jiang Shuyao.

With swift movements, the owner of the voice zipped up the suitcase and, dragging the two suitcases, walked towards the door.

"Can you manage on your own? I can help you."

"No need."

Watching his slender figure disappearing, Jiang Shuyao opened her mouth, about to say "I’ve left the rooftop for you," but ultimately, she didn’t.

For the band to grow, having their own creative space was inevitable.

She looked down at the key in her hand, a surge of inexplicable emotion slowly rising in her heart.

She opened WeChat and left a message for Zhong Yuan.

"May your career be dazzling and spectacular."

It was hard to imagine such exaggerated words fitting her style.

Jiang Shuyao held her phone, smiling unconsciously, and her eyes suddenly met those of Fang Wei, who was coldly indifferent not far away.

As she looked over, he slightly turned away his face, "I have plans tonight, you guys go ahead without me."

He Shumiao was the first to object, pacing up to Fang Wei with small steps, "Don’t be like that, boss. You are the cornerstone of room 618, it’s no fun without you."

Fang Wei was firm, "I’m not one to warm up to those who show cold shoulders. If you’re looking for self-pity, count me out."

He Shumiao intended to persuade further, but was stopped by Jiang Shuyao.

Knowing that since the term started, Fang Wei had generally disliked Zhong Yuan, occasionally even showing signs of disgust unintentionally.

Although unclear about the reason, Jiang Shuyao sincerely hoped that the two could clear up any misunderstandings.

"The iron door on the rooftop isn’t locked," she said softly.

He Shumiao and Fang Wei looked at her.

In the early March twilight, the fading sun slanted through the space outside the bathroom where the washbasins were.

There used to be four cups lined up in a row, always three grouped together and the other kept at a stranger’s distance.

But starting now, that scene would no longer exist; for Fang Wei it was ’out of sight, out of mind,’ but only Jiang Shuyao knew that the cup off to the side was imperceptibly edging closer to the other three.