The ancient books reading room was deathly silent.
After the resentment dissipated, the air held only the mingled scent of old paper and mothballs.
"This is a Special Cases Department mission."
Qin Feng broke the silence, getting straight to the point.
He immediately seized the initiative, his piercing gaze fixed directly on Su Qinghui's face.
"What about you? When did you recognize me?"
"Back when we ran into each other in the teaching building, you clearly thought I just looked like someone you knew.
"After all, the little girl who used to cry so easily in my memories didn't have skills like yours."
His tone was full of teasing accusation, as if saying, "You kept me in the dark for far too long."
Qin Feng's overwhelming presence made Su Qinghui's cheeks burn. She instinctively took half a step back, only to bump into the bookshelf behind her.
She lowered her eyes to the Yin Seeking Compass in her hand, which was still spinning wildly, and spoke in a very low voice.
"Freshman year. The orientation ceremony."
"The orientation ceremony?"
Qin Feng froze, related scenes flashing rapidly through his mind.
Chicken wings sizzling on a grill, cumin-covered lamb skewers, iced cola, and fizzy orange soda... The memories were crystal clear, so vivid that he could almost taste them on his tongue again.
Seeing the pure bewilderment on Qin Feng's face as he tried hard to remember yet came up empty, Su Qinghui instead calmed down.
She raised her head, a trace of mischief flashing through her lovely almond-shaped eyes.
"Can't remember? Makes sense."
Imitating Qin Feng's earlier tone, she curled her lips slightly.
"After all, every upperclassman was busy giving directions to the freshmen back then. Only Brother Qin Feng was holding a plate bigger than his face and attacking the