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Chapter 250 Reminiscing!

The three-day holiday is over.

Nie Qingcheng left before him.

At 6:30 in the morning, she had already changed into that dark gray Dior haute couture suit, her hair was up, and she was wearing a pair of cool-toned diamond stud earrings.

Her makeup was so exquisite that there wasn't a single flaw.

The woman standing in the entryway putting on her high heels was a completely different person from the one who snuggled in his arms last night, nagging him to make winter melon and pork rib soup.

"I have three meetings today, and a charity gala tonight." She adjusted her collar in front of the full-length mirror. "It might be very late."

Zhang Yan leaned against the bedroom door frame, holding a glass of warm water in his hand.

"Um."

"There's some leftover pork rib soup in the fridge from yesterday. You can heat it up for lunch."

"it is good."

Nie Qingcheng put her phone into her bag and zipped it up.

Then she turned around and glanced at him.

That glance was quick.

But Zhang Yan saw the reluctance in it.

He walked over.

I took the bag from her, hung it on her shoulder, and casually plucked a tiny strand of hair from her collar.

"Go."

Nie Qingcheng tiptoed and touched his chin with her lips for a second.

Shorter than a kiss.

Longer than a breath.

One message per day.

"understood."

"Two."

"……OK."

"The content cannot consist only of 'um' and 'okay'."

Zhang Yan fell silent.

Nie Qingcheng stared at him for two seconds, then turned around and pushed the door open to leave.

The sound of high heels clicking on the hallway floor faded into the distance.

The elevator doors opened and closed.

The car door downstairs clicked open.

The engine started.

Then everything fell silent.

Zhang Yan finished drinking the warm water and put it in the dishwasher.

I picked up my phone and glanced at it.

Nie Qingcheng's message has arrived.

"Eat breakfast after you get to the office, don't eat on an empty stomach."

It was exactly three minutes after she left the house.

Zhang Yan replied.

"There are some wontons I made in the refrigerator. Have the driver take them to you."

Three seconds later.

"When did you wrap it?"

"After you fell asleep last night."

There was a ten-second silence on the other end.

Then I sent a picture in response.

A meme of someone punching their chest with their fist.

Caption: "I've been critically hit."

Zhang Yan put down his phone.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

Not obvious.

But it did move.

……

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Yan appeared on the campus of Jiangda University.

Several months have passed since he last walked through this area.

The campus hasn't changed much.

The ginkgo leaves were a vibrant green, and the fountain in front of the library was still at the same angle.

Students passed by in twos and threes, some carrying milk tea, others carrying laptops, hurrying to the study room.

Nobody noticed him.

Here, he was just like any other freshman.

If anyone knew that this seemingly quiet boy had just threatened a 3,000-ton foreign warship a few days ago while riding a mechanical shark.

They'd probably pee their pants in fright.

Zhang Yan pushed open the fire door of the dormitory building.

The corridor was filled with a distinctive smell of instant noodles mixed with foot odor, typical of male dormitories.

He walked to the door of room 412.

The door wasn't closed.

A pig-like scream came from inside.

"No way!!! A triple kill!!! You're fucking cheating!!!"

Zhang Yan pushed open the door and went in.

Wang Hao sat on the lower bunk, holding his phone in his left hand while frantically scratching at the air with his right.

His face was contorted like that of a wronged baby.

His 200-pound body made the bed creak.

On the table next to it were three empty instant noodle cups, two open bags of spicy strips, and a half-empty bottle of soda.

"Um?"

Wang Hao turned his head.

I saw the person standing at the door.

I was stunned.

Then the phone fell from my hand.

It hit my face.

"Awooo—!"

He covered his nose and jumped up.

"Yan—Brother Yan???"

Zhang Yan tossed his backpack onto his desk and pulled out a chair to sit down.

"What's your name?"

"You you you you you—you're back???" Wang Hao's voice trembled, his fingers trembled, and his 200-pound body trembled as well.

"I thought you had dropped out of school!"

"I've taken the day off."

"He took several months' leave???"

"Um."

"Several months?!" Wang Hao plopped back onto the bed, the springs nearly snapping. "I thought you'd been kidnapped by one of your big shots!"

Zhang Yan glanced at him.

"In a sense, they are indeed quite similar."

Wang Hao didn't understand.

But instinctively I felt I shouldn't continue to pursue this topic.

He rubbed his hands together and rolled his eyes twice.

"Brother Yan, what have you been doing these past few months?"

Zhang Yan leaned back in his chair.

Images from the past few months flashed through my mind.

Manufacturing mechs.

Explore the Kunlun ruins.

They dived into the East China Sea to retrieve fragments of the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship.

A decapitation operation in the Golden Triangle.

They ventured deep into the Ten Thousand Mountains to destroy the ruins' lair.

Three warships were sunk.

Intimidate the fourth ship.

Looking at corals underwater with Nie Qingcheng.

He thought for a second.

"I made several trips outside."

Wang Hao: "..."

This answer contains zero information.

But Zhang Yan.

"Alright then." Wang Hao sighed, pulled a bag of chicken feet from under the bed, tore open the packaging, and took a bite. "Anyway, it's good that you're back. I was almost going crazy being cooped up in the dorm for a month."

"Where are Tang Feng and the others?"

"Old Tang went to the library, and Awei's in the lab. I'm all alone now," Wang Hao mumbled, gnawing on a chicken foot. "You have no idea, while you were gone, I've been living alone in a four-person room, and I don't even have anyone to talk to at night..."

His tone carried a hint of genuine grievance.

Zhang Yan looked at him.

"I'll treat you to lunch."

Wang Hao's eyes lit up instantly.

"real?"

"Um."

"What do you want to eat?"

"You choose."

Wang Hao tossed the chicken claw bone aside, and his 200-pound body sprang up at a speed completely disproportionate to his size.

"Let's go! A new iron pot stew restaurant opened near the east gate of the school! They say the goose is freshly slaughtered!"

Zhang Yan stood up.

"Let's go."

……

Outside the East Gate, Grandpa Tie stews in an iron pot.

The environment is so-so.

Plastic stools, iron tables, and the exhaust pipes overhead humming.

But it tastes really good.

A large cast-iron pot sits on the stove, stewing a goose that is bubbling away, with a ring of golden cornbread stuck around the edge of the pot.

Wang Hao devoured half a goose and four pancakes all by himself.

He put down his chopsticks when he ate the fifth one.

He let out a burp.

"Brother Yan."

"Um."

There's something I want to tell you.

Zhang Yan picked up a piece of cabbage with his chopsticks and waited.

"My second uncle's son, who is my cousin, is getting married."

Wang Hao dipped his chopsticks into the soup at the bottom of the bowl and drew circles on the table.

My parents want me to go back home.

"Um."

"Their hometown is in the mountains over there. It takes seven or eight hours by train, and then another two hours by bus." Wang Hao's tone carried a hint of reluctance. "It would be so boring for me to go back alone."

He glanced at Zhang Yan.

Tentative.

"Do you... want to come back with me?"

After saying that, he realized that his suggestion was too abrupt.

"Never mind, you must have something on your mind..."

"OK."