Chapter 30: Bro, You Smell Really Good?

Nanchang Jiaoyuan College, teaching building.

The heatwave of the midsummer days, wrapped in the noisy chirping of cicadas, slipped in through the cracks in the windows.

Chirp, chirp. The cicadas cried out tirelessly, adding a touch of annoyance to the sultry afternoon.

The lecturer on the stage was giving a lesson, his voice mixed with the chirping of cicadas, echoing in the classroom. The students below were each doing their own thing, continuing the usual “tradition” of university life: the students in the front row were listening attentively, while the students in the back row were playing games and on their phones.

As for Qin Liang, he was neither in the front row nor the back row. He was in the middle row, having just woken up from a nap.

The summer sun shone through the window, casting mottled light and shadow on the desk, warming him.

Qin Liang rubbed his slightly tired temples and looked at the swaying branches outside the window, lost in thought.

Recently, he had been dreaming frequently, and the content of his dreams was surprisingly consistent. He dreamed of his childhood, and he dreamed of a nurse sister playing with him and taking him to eat braised chicken rice…

‘What is this?’

‘A revolving lantern of my life?’

‘Am I going to die?’

‘Is that why my body is instinctively stimulating my brain, making me recall my childhood and even fantasize about a nurse sister to fill the regrets in my heart?’

Qin Liang didn’t know. He just looked down at his phone: 11:55.

Class was almost over, so for lunch today, he would have…

‘Braised chicken rice with lemonade?’

Thinking of the taste in his dream, the young man with ice-blue eyes couldn’t help but swallow.

However, immersed in his thoughts, he didn’t notice a pair of round, dark eyes staring at his back from behind.

‘Terminally ill, living in a hospital since childhood, and his family is ridiculously rich.’

‘The buffs are simply stacked to the max.’

‘Logically, shouldn’t someone who grew up in this environment be a debauched and extravagant profligate son?’

The young man in the back thought to himself.

Having transformed into a nightmare several times and snuck into his roommate’s dreams, he had also peeked at a lot of useful information.

First, Qin Liang was seriously ill. As for what this illness was, how serious it was, and how long he had to live, he didn’t know.

Second, Qin Liang liked to cry when he was a child. Almost every time he entered a dream, he could see little Qin Liang crying.

“So, what method is big sister going to use to conquer this terminally ill boy?”

Tang Yunle was stunned.

She then turned to look at the person beside her. The originally empty neighboring seat was now occupied by Tang Yunke.

The girl was wearing a cool, navel-baring top, her slender waist and small navel faintly visible. She was holding a cool cup of lemonade and gently stirring the amber-colored liquid with a straw.

Bringing food and drinks into the classroom had always been a taboo repeatedly emphasized by every teacher, but Tang Yunke was clearly not a normal person. She had once again paused time.

The entire classroom suddenly turned gray, like an old black and white photo. And in this black and white photo, there were two other colors, and only the colored figures could move.

Without any warning, the lecturer on the stage remained frozen with his mouth open, the pen tips of the students in the front row were suspended in mid-air, the young man in the back row who was secretly playing on his phone maintained his bowed posture, and even the flapping birds and noisy cicadas outside the window had become stationary specimens. Everything was silent, all was still.

Tang Yunle looked around, then at Tang Yunke, her gaze complex.

‘And you say you’re not a little devil.’

“I’m not a little devil, just similar.” The beautiful girl pouted. “Even if I were, I wouldn’t take a quarter of big sister’s life to conjure up the wealth of King Solomon.”

“Wealth must be obtained through diligent hands, so I brought this for big sister…”

Saying that, Tang Yunke pulled out a few books from somewhere and neatly stacked them on the desk.

“Eighteen Techniques of a Gold Digger,” “Three-Day Crash Course in Tea Girl Rhetoric,” “How to Achieve a Million-Dollar Getaway”… Tang Yunle’s eyelids twitched wildly as he read the titles.

“This is what you mean by diligent labor?” Tang Yunle pulled out a book from the stack, pointed to the three large characters for “bedroom arts” on it, and questioned Tang Yunke.

“Labor in bed is also labor. After all, men conquer the world, and women conquer men.” As Tang Yunke spoke, her slender, white fingers pointed to the book “How to Achieve a Million-Dollar Getaway.” “This book is most effective when paired with this one. You’ll be raking in the cash.”

“Does big sister want to learn?”

Seeing Tang Yunle’s unfriendly expression, Tang Yunke covered her small mouth with both hands and smiled sheepishly. “If big sister doesn’t like it, then you don’t have to learn. Little sister has no objection.”

“Hmph!”

With a light snort, Tang Yunle stuffed the books back to Tang Yunke without changing them.

After doing all this, she looked at the frozen, ice-blue-eyed boy in front of her, fell silent for a moment, and then suddenly spoke.

“Um… do you think it’s not very human of me to deceive a terminally ill boy?”

“That depends on what big sister thinks. If big sister wants to be a girl, then the girl ‘Kele’ will really exist, and that won’t count as deception.”

“Besides, can big sister give up such a big sugar daddy now?”

Tang Yunke winked at Tang Yunle, her eyelashes casting a sly shadow under her eyes. “During this time, big sister’s roommate has given big sister a lot of money. Is big sister willing to go back to the days of being broke?”

Tang Yunle didn’t answer, but just lowered her head in silence.

Indeed, compared to the pain of deceiving her roommate’s conscience, he was more unable to accept an empty wallet.

The so-called guilt and condemnation just now were nothing but… crocodile tears.

Cafeteria, second floor.

Lunch was tomato and fatty beef rice with freshly squeezed peach juice, a total of fifty-eight.

Although braised chicken rice was Tang Yunle’s favorite, even the most delicious food would become tiresome after eating it for a long time. Besides, he had liked braised chicken rice in the past mainly because it was affordable.

Sitting at a dining table with the other three from dorm room 812, eating together, complaining about the teachers, and discussing their academic progress, college life was just that simple and unadorned.

Qin Liang’s lunch today was still braised chicken rice with lemonade. Perhaps because he had eaten it too much in his dreams, he had also fallen in love with this set meal in the real world and never got tired of it.

The braised chicken rice was very spicy, and the lemonade was refreshing and cleansing. That faint, charming, and refreshing lemon scent was also becoming more and more addictive, like a cat encountering catnip.

‘Wait.’

‘Lemon scent?’

Qin Liang’s movements froze.

His ice-blue eyes narrowed slightly. It wasn’t the lemon scent from the lemonade, but a more familiar scent, the scent that had lingered around the nurse sister whose face he could never see clearly in his dreams.

‘Cool, refreshing, and yet it made one feel a sense of attachment.’

He subconsciously turned his head, following the scent, his nose almost touching a piece of warm, cool skin.

Suddenly, a pair of wet, dark eyes entered his vision. The other person blinked in confusion.

“Ah Liang, what are you doing?”