Chapter 17.2: Getting to Know Each Other Again
After the car started to stabilize, she heard Ren Yan ask,
"What did we cross paths with?"
Chu Qianmiao sighed. He had truly forgotten.
She immediately perked up and decided to remind him.
"Well, there was a big finance class you were having,
and I went. My seat was right in front of yours, and we were actually
chatting... Senior, do you remember?"
"I don't have a clear recollection at the moment. Could
you please be more specific?" Ren Yan's voice, shimmering in the city's
night air, became even more magnetic and gritty. When it landed on my eardrums,
it sounded like a massage.
"Be more specific—" Chu Qianmiao thought about the
specifics of that time. She was a freshman at the time, and for some reason,
her dorm was moved to another department. She shared a dorm with three junior
finance students. One time, the three students couldn't attend class and asked
her to answer for them. She seriously suspected they didn't know how to count,
but they said, "Don't be afraid, Miaomiao. The teacher is old, and his
eyes and ears aren't very sharp. Just pinch your throat and change your voice
to answer for the three of us. The old man won't notice!" "Go get
Pikachu!"
So, she went.
The result... was that she almost got kicked out for making
a fool of herself. And Ren Yan was sitting right behind her, almost getting
kicked out.
Forget it, such an unpleasant scene, recalling it is just a
loss of points. It doesn't matter if he can't remember it.
"As for this encounter, it's not important, hahaha!
Let's not talk about it in detail, hahaha! Senior, come on, let's talk about
another time!" Chu Qianmiao said with a dry laugh as she steered.
Ren Yan frowned slightly. "What was that other
time?"
Chu Qianmiao said excitedly, "That time was incredible.
It was a huge event! It was our school basketball game. You played and led your
department all the way to the finals. Everyone said you were the star player of
the team. I strongly disagree with that description. How can the word 'star
player' describe your wisdom, bravery, and handsomeness back then? You should
be called the soul of the team, the sun of the team, the god of the team!"
Chu Qianmiao said cheerfully as she drove.
Her face seemed to light up as she spoke of these things.
Ren Yan found it fascinating: some flattery, when delivered
by others, would tire him to death, but when delivered by Chu Qianmiao, he
could transfigure it into something fresh, refined, and heartfelt, something he
found quite enjoyable no matter which ear he turned.
He glanced sideways at her calmly. She stared straight
ahead, her black hair and fair complexion, her nose straight and her lips soft
and smooth. Those lips were still speaking with a cheerful chorus:
"Senior, do you remember that competition, Senior?"
Getting no response, Chu Qianmiao quickly turned to glance
at Ren Yan.
"Hmm," Ren Yan replied softly, coming back to his
senses. "I think there was such a match."
"Yeah, you remember it, don't you?" Chu Qianmiao,
encouraged by the response, continued to dangle a tidbit of memory, hoping Ren
Yan would take it in. "Every time you competed, there were lots of
beautiful women offering you water and towels. And that time, I was one of
them, and you chose me among the crowd. Do you remember the water and
towel?"
Chu Qianmiao quickly glanced at Ren Yan, eager to see his
expression as his memory was awakened.
But, frustratingly, he still couldn't recall.
He frowned slightly. "I just casually accepted the
water and towel every time. Are there any more vivid, more unique
details?"
Chu Qianmiao quickly recalled more vivid, more unique
details.
That was when her girlish heart was at its most fervent and
overflowing. She had been pent up all high school, waiting to find a beautiful
member of the opposite sex on campus and unleash them. Then, by chance, she met
Ren Yan. She felt that no one could be more wonderful than him. She loved him,
just as she had loved F4 as a child. She even mentally numbered him before
them—she made him her F0.
That time, her F0 accepted the water and towel she offered
him amidst the crowd. She was thrilled, like a nymphomaniac fan being met by
her idol. Afterward, she forced herself to chat with him, trying to find
something to talk about. He responded haphazardly, and it was said that such
casualness was a gesture of respect. Then…
She made another fool of herself, so ugly that everyone
around her burst into laughter. It was so embarrassing that even now, when she
recalled that scene, she felt her hair stand on end with embarrassment.
…What was the point of reminding him of that scene? It would
only add to the embarrassment, wouldn't it?
Chu Qianmiao suddenly realized this. So she said,
"There aren't any particularly vivid or special details, haha!"
Ren Yan shook his head, indicating that he truly didn't have
a more specific impression.
Chu Qianmiao gave a dry laugh: "Haha, it's okay. This
encounter wasn't important! Let's reminisce about that time in the lounge next
to your Finance College activity room!"
The word "lounge" seemed to strike a chord with
Ren Yan: "The 'lounge' next to the Finance College activity room? What
exactly happened?"
Chu Qianmiao recalled the specific circumstances of that
incident.
That time, a mischievous child from a senior teacher's
family bullied her. Angered, she tricked the child into the lounge next to the
activity room and bullied him back...
Later, the child was crying and trying to wipe his snot all
over his face. She nearly collapsed from nausea. At the crucial moment, he
handed him a pack of tissues, which neither delighted nor frightened her to
death. It was Ren Yan who had handed the tissues to the child.
Chu Qianmiao thought about it and decided that it wasn't
appropriate for Ren Yan to recall that incident. After all, she was a college
student, actually bullying an elementary school student... even though that kid
later fell in love with her and chased her around the building, wanting to do
homework with her.
Forget it, let's just leave a good impression of not
bullying children.
"This time isn't important! Hahaha! Senior, let's
reminisce about another time!" Chu Qianmiao's face froze with a dry laugh.
"There was that time. We met on a small path outside the school! Back
then, I was helping someone in a fight, and you came to my aid. Do you
remember?"
Ren Yan's brows knitted with confusion, and he asked again,
"Specific details?"
Specific details... She remembered. She was so dizzy from
the fight that she accidentally lost track of friend and foe, and made Ren Yan
look very embarrassed... She even had two ugly nosebleeds!!
It's unbearable to look back on. It's so embarrassing, so
embarrassing!
Better not to mention it... let's not let him think of me
during that time...
Thinking of this, Chu Qianmiao suddenly realized that, aside
from that last letter, nothing else seemed to remind Ren Yan of her.
"Senior, the specific details aren't important,
hahaha!" Chu Qianmiao practically gnashed her teeth as she laughed dryly.
"It's just, do you remember a letter? Handwritten, in a pink envelope,
with Cupid shooting at a heart with scissors on it."
"Hmm?" Ren Yan frowned, pondering. "In this
electronic age, does anyone still write letters by hand?"
Chu Qianmiao: "..." Of course not. You even
replied, but the content of your reply is quite worrying.
It hurt, and she didn't want to see it again.
Okay. This time she was sure he'd truly forgotten it.
But it didn't matter. It wasn't—important!
"Forget it, Senior. If you can't remember, let's just
forget it. It's not a big deal!"
Chu Qianmiao drove to the neighborhood near her own
residence in Yangqiao. She parked the car, turned, and extended her right hand
to Ren Yan, sitting next to her. She smiled, "Hello, Senior! Let's get
acquainted. I'm your junior. You were in your third year of graduate school
when I was a freshman. We've crossed paths a few times before, but that's all
in the past. It doesn't matter. What matters is that we've met again, despite
the distance. It's fate, hahaha!"
Moonlight broke through the darkness, creeping into the car,
illuminating Chu Qianmiao, making her skin translucent and radiant.
Ren Yan looked at her black hair, fair face, straight nose,
and soft lips, at the clear reflection of the moonlight in her smiling eyes,
and at the childlike, carefree, yet happy smile on her face. He thought she was
indeed a pretty girl.
He extended his hand and shook hers. Then he said:
"Hello, Ren Yan. You can call me Senior in private, but
please call me President Ren during work hours."
"……………………"
Chu Qianmiao's smile nearly broke.
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