The next day, she returned to the project base. The heavy atmosphere had been swept away and replaced with an enveloping sense of confusion. That strange scent emanating from a certain someoneâs body, and those intoxicating eyes⊠They turned Zhu Yunâs body numb.
âTsk, tsk,â Li Xun clicked his tongue, sitting in a cloud of smoke.
Zhu Yun, ââŠâŠâ
Did he know about Zhang Xiaobei? From his expression⊠He most surely did.
Zhu Yun sat down in her chair and turned on the computer. She didnât have the strength to concern herself about Li Xun. After a few days without working, she really needed to speed up her pace on the project.
Li Xun rested his head on his hand and said, âPrincess.â
Zhu Yun glanced at him. He looked like he was smiling, but also not. Thoughtful, he said, âYou really are a princess.â
Li Xun turned to Gao Jianhong and said, âThatâs why I said I donât get along with any girls whose IQs are higher than 60.â Gao Jianhong was laughing so much that his body was shaking.
If I could only choose one between an IQ of 60 and not getting along with you, Iâd certainly choose to have a detached relationship with you until the end of time.
Zhu Yun put her books on the table and calmly looked at him. âAre we still working?â
Li Xun glanced over and laughed. âYeah, letâs work.â
Ready to get back to work, Zhu Yun opened up the project progress report. Then she said to Li Xun, âDoesnât look like weâll be able to finish before the break.â
Li Xun replied without much concern, âJust make sure you finish your part. Donât worry about the rest.â
Zhu Yun felt that she was going to have to work like her life was on the line this week. Not only for their project, but also for her final exams. Her motherâs words rang in her ear once more. âMake sure you study. I want to see your grade report afterward.â
This riddle-like pressure⊠Zhu Yun sighed inwardly. Just then, her eyes happened to meet Li Xunâs. He shot her a contemplative smile and then lowered his head to continue writing.
Zhu Yun was suddenly in a good mood.
During their afternoon break, Zhu Yun buried her head in her studies, unwilling to waste time heading to the cafeteria to eat. Li Xun sat beside her, typing away. The practice base was very quiet, only the tapping sounds of the keyboard ringing in the air. After awhile, the sound came to a stop. Li Xun closed his laptop. âNot eating?â
Zhu Yun shook her head. âYou go ahead.â
Li Xun bent over and asked, âYouâre putting this much energy into it?â He glanced at her. ââThe Basic Principles of MarxismââŠâ After a few seconds, he taunted, âThe bounds of a princessâ thoughts are truly different.â
ââŠâŠâ Zhu Yun looked over at him. âDonât you need to study?â
Li Xun replied simply, âNope.â
Zhu Yun gave a sarcastic laugh. âThatâs right. On all the exams for Marx and Mao, you score five points above the passing grade. Itâs super stable. You definitely donât need to study.â
Li Xunâs brows jumped up.
What?
Li Xunâs face showed that he didnât care to quibble with her, so he turned and left. Zhu Yun was left in the practice base by herself. She made use of the time to get memorizing.
Once people become engrossed in a task, time passes by very quickly. Zhu Yun was analyzing the fundamental conflicts in present day Chinese society, when a flying object hit her head and cut off her thoughts. âAh!â she cried out as she grabbed her head.
The missile took two rolls on the table and then finally stopped. A cream bun.
Li Xun sat down next to her. Having eaten his fill, he yawned, seemingly without a care in the world. And Zhu Yun returned to her books. The fundamental conflicts of present day society⊠First⊠What was it now? Fuck. Sheâd already forgotten???
Zhu Yun quickly lifted up her spirits and tried to start again.
Productive forces and relations of production, economic base and superstructure. The basic driving forces of societal development. Rooted in the fundamental contradictions of class struggle, societalâ
âGet me a cup of water.â
âŠâŠ
Societal revolutionâ
âMake sure itâs cold.â
After being cut off again, she couldnât concentrate. Being interrupted in the middle of memorizing something was like the feeling of having to stop mid-pee. Zhu Yun wanted to explode.
Li Xun rushed her. âHurry up.â Zhu Yun grabbed Li Xunâs cup and went to get him some water. Li Xun sat relaxed. When Zhu Yun returned with his water, he took a sip without a second thought. And then he promptly spit it out.
Seeing Li Xunâs face to his neck turn red from the hot water, Zhu Yun let out a content sigh. It was so satisfying seeing him beaten.
Unfortunately, her joy barely lasted ten seconds. Li Xun tossed aside the cup and kicked at the table, sliding off on his chair.
Zhu Yun turned to run, but she seemed to have overestimated her athletic ability and underestimated the length of Li Xunâs legs. When he grabbed her neck, Zhu Yun closed her eyes, the image of a warrior with a broken arm slipping into her head.
Fine, Iâll die! It was worth it!
He pulled her over to the table. The fingers he used for typing were slender and strong. He pressed her against the table and looked down over her.
âŠâŠ
No matter how ruthless the scene here was, the afternoon lighting was still absolutely stunning. His face met the sunlight. Shoulders, collarbone, the angle of his jawâŠ
Zhu Yun would not admit defeat. Aside from his fried yellow hair and the personality that deserved a beating, Li Xun was rather delicate. This kind of delicacy reminded Zhu Yun of when she was younger, of the first time that she saved money to buy imported pencils. Overwhelmed with emotions, she started writing in her workbook. The feeling that, no matter how rough the paper she wrote on, the pencil would still write smoothly and fluently, was the same feeling Li Xun had.
âChoose your method of death.â
âŠâŠ
Itâd be great if his lips were forever sewn shut.
Zhu Yun struggled. âYou messed with me first.â
âMmh?â
When Li Xun exerted force with his hand, Zhu Yunâs legs started to tremble. It wasnât that he used all his strength, but rather, he sort of kneaded at her skin, the same way he often rolled a cigarette between his fingers to pass the time.
She tried to reason with him. âI was memorizing things⊠And you kept interrupting me.â
Li Xun scoffed.
Zhu Yun continued. âI only have this time in the afternoon to study. I havenât payed attention to my politics class for the entire second half of the semester. If I donât memorize it all now, Iâll fail the exam next week.â
You have to be a bit reasonable, dude!
Li Xun looked at her without much of an expression, as if he were taking this in. Then he laughed.
âYour neckâs pretty thin.â
Her heart thumped. The sunlight shining into the room suddenly broke into pieces of gold.
Just then, a womanâs voice came. âZhu Yun, what are you two doing?â
Zhu Yunâs back went numb, as if someone had just poured a bucket of ice water over her head. Her life was being shortened here.
Li Xun turned and saw their class advisor standing in the doorway. With him, was a middle-aged woman. She was the one who had just spoken. There was a smile on her face, and she looked quite amiable.
Zhu Yun straightened up. Her heart was beating rapidly as she walked over steadily. First, she greeted her professor. âHello, Teacher Zhang.â Then she turned to the woman and quietly said, âMom, what are you doing here?â
Her mother replied, âYou saw your dad, right?â
âMmh.â
âHeâs too busy, so he couldnât spend any time with you. Fortunately, my school is on vacation for a few days, so I came over to see how you were doing.â
âIâm fine.â
Her mother laughed. Beside them, Teacher Zhang said, âI knew youâd be here. It wasnât easy for your mom to visit, so you should have a meal with her.â
âOkay.â Zhu Yun went back to get her bags. She said to Li Xun, âIâll be heading out first.â
Li Xun raised his brow. Zhu Yun returned to her motherâs side and said, âLetâs go. I havenât had lunch yet.â
Zhu Yun left with her mother. On her way out, she glanced around the room and saw that Li Xun had nestled back into his chair. He opened up his laptop and then he unwrapped the cream bun on the table and started eating it.
After ordering their meal, Zhu Yun and her mother sat down in the cafeteria. âArenât you eating too little?â her mother asked. âAre you getting enough nutrients?â
âIâm fineâŠâ She was barely able to get her words out.
âI was speaking with your teacher and he didnât seem to know about that graduate advisor and her project. If you were having problems, why didnât you go talk to your advisor? You have to trust your teachers.â
The point is that speaking to him wouldnât have helped.
âOr did your grades fall for a different reason?â
Zhu Yun nearly choked on her motherâs casual question. She looked over at her mother, whose expression was very even. Zhu Yun didnât know if she was asking seriously or playfully.
âI heard about that seminar from your advisor. It counts towards your practical training credits, right?â
âMmh.â Zhu Yun nodded.
âItâs just your first year, so you donât need to rush anything.â
Zhu Yun nodded again.
âDonât go anymore.â
Other than nodding, Zhu Yun didnât know what else to do.
After seeing Zhu Yun agree, her mother had a spoonful of soup. The seaweed soup wasnât cooked very well. Her mother frowned and said, âGoodness, why is it so salty?â
Zhu Yun replied, âThe soup in the cafeteria is always a bit salty. Should we go out to eat?â
âNo, no, thatâs too much trouble. Letâs just stay here.â Her mother looked around and then lamented, âCollege sure is nice. Itâs full of youth and vitality.â
Zhu Yun asked, âIsnât it nice at your high school too?â
Her mother shook her head and said, âHigh schoolâs not like that. Everyone has so much pressure to graduate that thereâs no youthful spirit at all.â
As they ate, Zhu Yun asked her mother, âWhere are you staying? The university hotel?â
âNo, Iâm not staying. I just came to see you, and then Iâm heading home.â
âThat sounds rushed.â
Her mother pat her head. âI have to send some things over to your dad, and then Iâll be heading home. Be good.â
âMmh.â
She walked her mother to the school gate and then hailed down a taxi. As they were about to part, her mother said, âThat boy in the classroom, is he your classmate?â
Zhu Yun nodded.
âDonât get too close to him. He doesnât seem like a decent kid.â
She didnât reply.
When her mother opened the car door, she still hadnât heard a response. She turned to look at Zhu Yun. âLook at the way he dresses. Whatâs going on with his hair? Itâs not at all proper.â Her mother spoke calmly. âAlthough you search for individuality when youâre young, thereâs still a limit to everything. I walked all around your school, but I didnât see anyone like him. What have I always told you?â
Youâve told me a lot of things⊠Which one in particular are you asking aboutâŠ
âItâs good to get along with everyone and not act too unusally. Those who try to be too individualistic will have difficulty along the way.â
Ah, that one. Zhu Yun nodded. âI know.â
Her mother smiled, pleased. She gave Zhu Yunâs head a quick rub. âStudy well, but donât put too much pressure on yourself. I hope that your grades are good, but more than that, I hope that youâre healthy and happy. You know how much I love you. Alright, go on back to your dorm. Make sure to rest.â
Zhu Yun replied, âOkay.â
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The practice base was quiet and still. As finals week approached, people were busy studying and reviewing, so many of them stopped dropping by. And since it was winter, the weather was chilling. The classroom felt particularly cold and cheerless.
Li Xun was typing away speedily. But shortly after, he stopped. He turned his head but didnât say a word. Staring at the computer screen, his expression remained cold, as before.
Zhu Yun sat down and nudged his shoulder. âYou ate my cream bun. Remember to buy another tomorrow.â