Chapter 41: This Pen Is Yours From Now On

His face was handsome, with long, narrow, slightly upturned peach-blossom eyes, and his figure was tall and slender. At first glance, he had the air of a dashing gentleman. But for some reason, Qin Liang instinctively felt that he was not a good person.

“Student, are you here to feed the cat too?”

Professor Zhou held the scruff of the blue and white cat’s neck, dangling it in the air and shaking it, while holding a chicken leg in his other hand to tease it.

Every time the cat eagerly reached for the chicken leg, he would pull it back with a wicked sense of humor, making Blue and White meow anxiously.

“Yes,” Qin Liang indicated the packed chicken leg, then fell silent for a moment before speaking again. “I’ve attended your lecture.”

“Greatly shocked?”

“No, I didn’t understand a single word,” Qin Liang shook his head.

Hearing this, Professor Zhou was first stunned, then he burst out laughing.

“Interesting. Compared to those old fossils who want to put their names on my academic research and pretend to understand when they don’t, you’re much more honest.”

“Not understanding, that’s not a big deal. Time is like that. The book I published was just nonsense.”

“Those old guys in the upper echelons of the federation who do nothing but hold their positions don’t know a damn thing about time!”

These straightforward and rebellious words left Qin Liang stunned on the spot. But thinking about the unconventional thinking of academics, like how many great physicists became obsessed with theology in their later years, he could understand.

Blue and White had already been fed by him, so it was inconvenient for him to interfere. He turned to leave, planning to use the extra chicken leg as an extra meal for his own Yanhuo.

Just as he had taken a few steps, a shout came from behind him: “Student, is this your pen?”

Qin Liang turned around and saw Professor Zhou playing with a fountain pen engraved with golden patterns.

He subconsciously touched his pocket. The fountain pen that had been clipped to his pocket was gone. He couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

‘When did I drop this pen?’

“Yes, I dropped it.”

“I see,” Professor Zhou’s lips curled up, and he casually tossed the fountain pen to him. “In that case, this pen is yours from now on. You can do whatever you want with it.”

Qin Liang, who had steadily caught the fountain pen, was a little bewildered again.

‘Hasn’t this fountain pen always been mine?’

After a simple word of thanks, Qin Liang turned and left, quickening his pace, wanting to get away from this neurotic professor.

It wasn’t until Qin Liang’s figure disappeared that Professor Zhou retracted his gaze.

He looked down at Blue and White, who was busy gnawing on the chicken leg, and gently poked the fluffy cat’s head with his fingertip. A meaningful arc unconsciously appeared on his lips, as if he were waiting to watch a good show.

“Little one, have you seen ‘The Magic Brush Ma Liang’?”

“Not long ago, I took Baibai to see this movie. Ma Liang got a magic brush to benefit the people and help his fellow villagers, while the general got it to transform his soldiers and pursue wealth.”

“Do you think…”

He paused for a moment, his gaze playful, with a hint of amusement.

“Which kind of person does he belong to?”

Happy times are always short. In the blink of an eye, the lectures had come to an end.

Professor Zhou packed his bags and headed to the next province, while the college students, after slacking off for five days, welcomed another Saturday and Sunday. How could it not be a great feeling!

Of course, none of this had anything to do with Qin Liang.

He was on a date.

Yes, a date.

This word, which he had once thought was so out of reach, was now actually happening to him.

Looking back now, he didn’t even know why he had been so impulsive at that time and sent that message to Kele, and her reply had been so decisive and simple.

He had sent the message in a daze, and then, after being single for almost twenty years, he suddenly had a girlfriend overnight.

—He was no longer single!!

“Big brother, look at how calm the lake is,” Kele, in her playful black-stockinged JK uniform, leaned against the railing, her slender, white fingers pointing to the mirror-like lake surface.

“It’s certainly flat. You can try throwing a stone.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Qin Liang regretted it.

His words were too lacking in emotional intelligence, not at all what a qualified boyfriend should say.

He stole a glance at Kele and saw that she didn’t seem to be angry. His suspended heart relaxed a little.

It was just that his emotional intelligence was sometimes not enough.

By the way, why had he been so impulsive at that time and wanted Kele to be his girlfriend?

Qin Liang thought back carefully. It seemed that it had really been an impulse.

At that time, he had thought Kele was very cute, perfectly catered to his kinks, and smelled very good, so he had wanted to hold her and sleep for one night.

All his decisions were made by his little brother, without any thought from his brain.

He glanced at Kele beside him. Her slender, beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings, her exquisite and well-proportioned figure, and her delicate and sweet face all perfectly aligned with his aesthetic.

But he always felt that something was missing, though he couldn’t quite describe what it was.

‘Kele is a very nice person.’

‘But sometimes she feels a little… fake?’

‘Illusory, unreal, one-dimensional.’

She didn’t seem like a living person, but more like a 2D character. For example, even now, he didn’t know her real name and just called her Kele.

He had a good impression of her and appreciated her beauty, but he never felt that heart-fluttering sensation. And that heart-fluttering sensation…

Suddenly, a long-buried image flashed in his mind: watery red eyes were filled with drunkenness, crystal clear tears were on the verge of falling, and cherry-red lips were complaining about her troubles.

So pitiful, so soft, so delicate and weak, and yet so sympathetic, making one want to protect her.

The young man with ice-blue pupils’ Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Big brother, I’m going to buy two cups of milk tea,” Kele said sweetly, pointing to the milk tea stall not far away.

“Go ahead.”

Qin Liang nodded.

After Kele left, he pinched his thigh hard to dispel those inappropriate thoughts.

‘No, no!’

‘Qin Liang, you have a girlfriend now. You can’t be a playboy like your big brother!’

‘Most importantly, he’s your roommate! Roommate! Roommate!!’

As he repeated this in his heart, Qin Liang took out the fountain pen from his pocket to distract himself and started practicing pen spinning.

The pen had a slender body, and the pen cap was as black as ink, but it was adorned with golden patterns that, upon closer inspection, looked like little swimming dragons. Especially when he started spinning the pen, as the nib spun flexibly between his fingers, the golden patterns seemed to come to life, swimming and coiling on the body of the pen.

Qin Liang had only started learning pen spinning this week.

In his brother’s words, a boy has to have some signature moves to show off in front of a girl.

The pen spun continuously, gradually attracting Qin Liang’s gaze. He became more and more focused, as if he were gazing at the stars.

The next second, a sudden wave of discomfort washed over him. Qin Liang felt a sweetness in his throat, and a warm liquid uncontrollably sprayed out, splashing onto the exquisite fountain pen.

His vision went black, and the young man fainted.