In early March, Jiang Linyuan returned to Jinling.
Going to school—what an utterly painful thing.
School: if just anyone could screw you, I'd definitely look down on you. So, I won't screw you!
Work was the same.
It was way too obscene. Work and school got screwed like crazy—sometimes by multiple people, indoors and outdoors alike.
The scariest part was that after getting screwed too much, some people's wallets turned into white tigers—completely hairless.
You ask why some people's wallets were empty even after they started working? If I knew, would my own wallet still be empty?
As a college student caught between work and school, Jiang Linyuan was quite carefree.
He drove back to school with his luggage loaded in the car.
Male and female students dragging suitcases of all sizes could be seen everywhere on campus.
"I'm telling you, not only did you run off to Yanjing over winter break, you even went to Minnan! If school hadn't started, were you planning never to return to Jinling?"
Sitting in the passenger seat, Jiang Zhiyao tilted her head, propped up her chin, and looked out the window.
Early spring sunlight spilled down, while the shadows of the trees on either side stretched across the ground.
"But I came back, didn't I?"
Jiang Linyuan turned a corner.
Jiang Zhiyao turned her head and shot him a glare, huffing.
"Only after getting sick of having fun outside did you realize how good home was?"
Why did that sound so strange?
Jiang Linyuan decided not to speak and silently drove to the entrance of Jiang Zhiyao's dorm building.
"Go on up yourself. You can carry your suitcase, right?"
"If I can't, will you carry it up for me?"
"Can I?"
"Do you want to get into the girls' dorm and end up