Your Girlfriend

Memory should be like a faded old photograph, yellowed, moldy, and incomplete, with a blurry black and white figure that is not clearly visible.

On the cement-colored basketball court, white ceramic tiles are inlaid with lines, and the volleyball net is supported by a dark blue frame. Schools with limited funds are accustomed to converting basketball courts into volleyball courts when needed.

Moss-covered brick walls line one side of the basketball court, while a row of evergreen plants sits in a basin in the distance. The unfinished construction site is filled with puddles, and the muddy water after the rain resembles a puddle of cornmeal waiting to ferment.

Liu Jianshe was jogging around the bumpy walkway outside the basketball court when he stopped and looked at a girl running towards him.

She's really beautiful. Her bangs are adorned with tiny dewdrops, giving her a delicate and refreshing look. Liu Jianshe remembers that her surname is Yan.

"Hello, Professor Liu." Yan Huaye stopped too. The professor in front of her was staring at her, which made her feel a little strange and shy.

"You look a bit like a friend I used to know." Liu Jianshe nodded.

"Really?" Yan Huaye asked curiously, and touched her cheek with a hint of shyness. The teacher in front of her was very approachable and didn't seem to care that he, as a teacher, needed to be dignified and proper when speaking to his students. He was as easygoing as the gatekeeper who always sat with his dog, drinking tea and basking in the sun.

In those days, college graduates were guaranteed job placement. Getting into college meant securing a certain social status. Moreover, university professors were respected and envied for their stable income and benefits.

His eyes, his expression, and his tone of voice gave the impression that he always acted this way, no matter what job he was doing.

"It's true, she went to the countryside years ago, to Elephant Nose Hollow Mountain, and lived with me in a fellow villager's house. Later, she was transferred to the Revolutionary Committee to be in charge of propaganda work." Liu Jianshe thought for a moment, "I don't remember. My mind has been getting worse and worse these past few years, and my memories are always blurry. I need to take better care of my health."

Yan Huaye watched in astonishment as Liu Jianshe continued running forward without even saying goodbye. She wanted to mention that her mother had also been sent to the countryside in a place called Elephant Nose Hollow Mountain, and later transferred to the Revolutionary Committee, though she didn't know what she was responsible for... Could he be talking about her mother?

That's too much of a coincidence. Yan Huaye didn't want to casually reveal this matter, lest people misunderstand that she was trying to curry favor with the other person.

This is an era where everyone believes that connections are essential for getting things done, working, studying, and doing business.

She didn't know that Professor Liu Jianshe wrote a diary entry after returning home, "September 3rd, Friday, I met a girl while jogging. Her surname was Yan. She was really beautiful. Her bangs were covered with tiny dewdrops, light and delicate."

Liu Chang'an snapped out of his reverie, looked down at Yan Qingcheng's light bangs, and casually tossed the empty orange juice bottle into the trash can.

"It seems Professor Liu Jianshe and your mother have a good relationship." Liu Chang'an pointed to himself. "In that case, I'll protect you at Xiangtan University from now on."

Yan Qingcheng looked at Liu Chang'an with some joy, not because someone was protecting her, but for reasons she couldn't quite explain, and she even wanted to laugh a little, "I don't cause trouble, I don't need your protection."

"You're so naive. If you don't go looking for trouble, trouble will always find you." Liu Chang'an looked at Yan Qingcheng again and nodded definitively. "Also, you're definitely not as pretty as your mother."

Yan Qingcheng puffed out her cheeks, then quickly realized that this gesture was somewhat imitating Zhu Juntang's, and immediately restrained herself. This Liu Chang'an was still so blunt and annoying. Since he had already confirmed that the two families' parents had a good relationship, shouldn't he be more amicable under normal circumstances?

However, considering the tone of his voice when he spoke to Zhu Juntang, and his frequent "bullying" of Zhu Juntang, it would be wishful thinking to expect him to be friendly to him out of consideration for the relationship between the older generation.

"How would you know if my mom is pretty or not?" Yan Qingcheng said irritably.

"I know a lot of mothers who are prettier than their daughters, it's really strange," Liu Chang'an said with some emotion.

"For example?"

This question wasn't asked by Yan Qingcheng, but Liu Chang'an continued to look at her without changing his Yan Qingcheng, and then said, "However, there are exceptions, such as my girlfriend and her mother. I think my girlfriend is especially beautiful."

"How could that be? How could I compare to Professor Liu? Professor Liu is the most beautiful mother in someone's eyes, no daughter can compare, no daughter can compare." An Nuan's face showed a carefree smile, as bright as the most beautiful autumn chrysanthemum in bloom this season.

"Huh? What are you doing here?" Liu Chang'an turned around, looking at his girlfriend with surprise and delight. After all, a day apart feels like three autumns, and even half a day apart feels like a month and a half. His surprise and delight were perfectly appropriate.

An Nuan suppressed her smile and looked at him expressionlessly. Her surprise was genuine, natural, and unpretentious, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"This is our class monitor, Yan Qingcheng," Liu Chang'an introduced.

"Hello, I know you're An Nuan, the campus belle of Xiangtan University. I never imagined Liu Chang'an could find such a beautiful girlfriend." Yan Qingcheng couldn't help but chuckle. It turns out there really are girls in this world who can handle Liu Chang'an.

Yan Qingcheng had actually met An Nuan many times, but they had never met in person so formally.

"I'm flattered... I'm not bragging, but he could find a whole platoon of girlfriends like me." An Nuan smiled and greeted Yan Qingcheng, "Are you... are you guys in a club?"

"Yes, I just happened to run into Liu Chang'an; he also enrolled in the chess academy." Yan Qingcheng nodded.

"I also wanted to apply to the chess academy, but they don't have a recruitment point near our college, so I came here," An Nuan said enthusiastically.

"You can't even play Gomoku properly, and you always cheat, saying that if I don't remind you to use the 3-3 rule, it doesn't count as a win. What kind of chess academy did you sign up for?" Liu Chang'an said strangely.

"Can't I play even more if I'm bad at it?" An Nuan pinched the flesh on Liu Chang'an's waist from behind and asked gently.

"Okay." Liu Chang'an naturally had no objections; he was just asking casually.

"You guys chat, I still need to register with the student union." Yan Qingcheng smiled, turned and left, wondering, "Is it possible to demand that others give you tips when playing Connect Four? What kind of rule is that?"

An Nuan released the flesh around Liu Chang'an's waist and gently stroked it again. Although she didn't pinch him too hard to hurt him, she still wanted to comfort him... You have to use thighs and breasts on your boyfriend... No, sticks and carrots.

"Why did you come here?" Liu Chang'an didn't believe she was interested in joining the chess academy. In fact, besides playing Gomoku with Liu Chang'an, which she was terrible at, An Nuan was also terrible at other chess games.

"Let's see if you're attracting any attention."

"But I'm such a lovely flower that everyone loves," Liu Chang'an said with difficulty. "I can't resist these little bees and Butterfly coming to sniff me."

"Liu Chang'an, I haven't settled the score with you for what happened this morning. Let me tell you, I'm still 750 points angry!" An Nuan pointed at Liu Chang'an's face angrily, "You want me to draw a little flower on your face and that's it!"

"Then I'll draw a bee on your face." Liu Chang'an thought it was a good idea.

"Why? I didn't do anything to make you angry!" An Nuan was even angrier. Bees aren't pretty, Butterfly are more like it.

"It means I'm your flower, a flower I picked especially for you." Liu Chang'an laughed.

An Nuan blushed. It sounded like she was a flower thief. Besides, his implication was too vulgar. Bees have stingers and use them to prick flowers. Girls are the flowers... Cough, An Nuan stopped herself from making that habitual association.

"Ugh, I want to see which clubs are interesting. Will you come with me?" An Nuan didn't mention joining the chess academy anymore. She took Liu Chang'an's arm and walked forward. Let's leave it at that for now... I'll remind him that he's still angry at 750 points when I feel like getting angry.

It's okay to stop being angry! That's just how girls are.

Liu Chang'an wanted to say that there wasn't much to see, but he stayed with her anyway. Soon, An Nuan walked up to the girl in charge of handing out flyers and giving inquiries at the otaku dance club.

The girl noticed An Nuan first. If such a beautiful girl joined the otaku dance club, how much more popular would the club become?

But she soon saw Liu Chang'an, who was arm in arm with An Nuan. Wasn't this the crazy guy who said, "I won't give you my contact information"? Crazy... or maybe not crazy.

"Wow, his girlfriend is so beautiful!" The girl watched in disbelief as Liu Chang'an and An Nuan walked past.

"Do you know that woman from earlier?" An Nuan felt something was off. Although she was often stared at, the way that woman looked at her was clearly strange.

"She originally wanted to get my contact information for the girls in her club, but I didn't give it to her." Liu Chang'an remembered that was the case.

An Nuan glanced back at the passerby and saw that the woman was still staring at her. So, while still looking at her, An Nuan tiptoed and turned to kiss Liu Chang'an's cheek before stopping.

Liu Chang'an looked at An Nuan with a gentle smile, and he really liked this girl who had many hidden thoughts and was prone to jealousy.

"Look... Bai Hui is on stage!" An Nuan cheered enthusiastically, as if she had seen an old friend about to steal the spotlight.

It was probably a feeling of being destined rivals. Bai Hui had actually seen An Nuan too, otherwise why would she go on stage to dance? She wasn't getting paid for her appearance.

Liu Chang'an could feel Bai Hui's gaze sweep over them, and An Nuan was clinging to his arm again, looking all sticky.

These two are really... Liu Chang'an thought that many years later they might become good friends. Many stories are like this, fighting and loving each other, cherishing each other.

Bai Hui chose a dance called "Your Girlfriend" (Your Girlfriend). The entire dance consisted mainly of light and lively movements, portraying a girlfriend and exuding a cute feeling. You could say it was all about being adorable.

When Bai Hui appeared, the support group seemed to be injected with adrenaline. The host announced Bai Hui's nickname, "Four Ways to Write Hui '", which caused another uproar. After all, in the anime and manga community, this is already a well-known name.

As the music began, a beautiful girl, seemingly transcending the dimensional barrier, appeared, her adorable appearance completely unlike anything one would encounter in real life.

If there were comments on the screen at this point, it would probably be something like:

"Huihui! Huihui is mine!"

"I want to confess my love to Teacher Bai!"

My girlfriend isn't that cute!

"Take over Huihui!"

"Super cute!"

I love Huihui's cute dance style!

"Give it a shout-out! Give it a huge shout-out!"

An Nuan also looked somewhat envious, while observing Liu Chang'an's level of attention to the stage performance. If it was 100% attention, then she would go find Bai Hui! If it was 60% attention, then she would definitely be angry with him for a long time! If it was only 30% attention, then it was worthy of praise. If there was no attention at all, then it was too hypocritical; he must be secretly paying attention, how annoying!

As for how to calculate his level of attention, An Nuan certainly didn't have a specific standard. It was all subjective; she could calculate it however she wanted. If he angered her again when the topic of Bai Hui came up in the future, she could use the level of attention as an example to calculate how much attention he received. It would all depend on An Nuan's mood!

"If I danced like that, would you like it?" An Nuan asked.

"Is there a trap in this question?" Liu Chang'an asked shrewdly.

"No!"

"I wouldn't believe you even if you said no." Liu Chang'an shook his head, refusing to answer.

An Nuan found him annoying and bit his arm, but her mouth was too open and was spotted by a man next to her who wasn't paying attention to the dance and kept peeking at her. An Nuan was a little embarrassed, so she quickly pulled Liu Chang'an's arm onto her shoulder and pulled him close to her chest to hide her.

After Bai Hui finished her dance, thunderous applause erupted from the audience. The audience members showed their excitement, expressing that it was a performance of extremely high quality that greatly satisfied the spiritual enjoyment of Xiangnan University's anime and manga culture enthusiasts. The club leaders also highly praised Bai Hui's dance skills and requested that she perform more often to meet everyone's spiritual and cultural needs and contribute more to building a vibrant and open campus culture.

An Nuan seemed to be caught up in the atmosphere as well, and pulled Liu Chang'an to find Bai Hui. After all, they were old classmates from high school, and An Nuan was very happy for Bai Hui's current popularity and buzz.

"Hi, Bai Hui, you're so popular!" An Nuan said happily when she found Bai Hui.

Bai Hui was drinking water when she winked at the group members surrounding her, and they left, leaving Bai Hui, An Nuan, and Liu Chang'an some space to talk.

"My classmates are just here for the fun of it; they won't actually pay attention to me. You're much more popular; you have so many followers on Weibo, way more than me," Bai Hui said enviously.

"I have a lot of dead followers, and I don't usually go online, so I don't even use the followers that Weibo gives me. I heard from my classmates that you're getting a lot of money for dance collaborations with game companies now, at least five figures," An Nuan said admiringly.

"You just haven't been managing your Weibo account. Otherwise, you could easily make more money than me by taking on some gigs," Bai Hui said nonchalantly. "I only earn enough to cover cosmetics costs; it's not even enough to buy a handbag."

"I'm even thinking of joining your club. I want to learn some dance; Liu Chang'an likes watching it." An Nuan glanced at her boyfriend beside her, who was silent and seemed to know neither her nor Bai Hui.

"Actually, I have some dance tutorial videos that I recently posted on my social media profile. You can check them out if you're interested," Bai Hui enthusiastically reminded her.

"Okay, I didn't even know you posted this. I don't usually check my QQ space much, but I'll check it in a bit." An Nuan already knew what to do next. Since she said she would check it, she would have to reset her settings, unhide her visit history, and leave a record of her visit on Bai Hui's QQ space to show that she had watched the video.

"I don't browse social media much either. I only reply to comments and questions after I post a video." Bai Hui said that no matter how many things An Nuan posted about her and Liu Chang'an showing affection, she had never seen them and knew nothing about them.

"What was the name of the dance you just did?" An Nuan wanted to learn it; it looked so cute, light and lively, especially the leg kicks. She thought her legs would look even better with those kicks.

"Your girlfriend." After Bai Hui finished speaking, she looked at Liu Chang'an. She was angry at Liu Chang'an's indifferent attitude, as if he thought, "You're going to have another fight, I won't help you." She felt she had to stir up trouble for him.

"Is this the name of the dance?" An Nuan followed Bai Hui's gaze and glanced at Liu Chang'an.

"Yes, I was reminded of some past events and felt emotional, so I danced this dance," Bai Hui sighed softly.

"What past events?" An Nuan asked with great interest.

"It's nothing, I was just overthinking things." Bai Hui stood up, then suddenly remembered something, "Oh right, Zhu Juntang is looking for me. She wants to join our otaku dance club and Lolita fashion enthusiasts club. I'll go with her to register. Bye!"

As she spoke, Bai Hui winked at Liu Chang'an, who still didn't recognize her, and then left.

"She even winked at you!" An Nuan complained to Liu Chang'an, pointing at Bai Hui's back.

"Why don't you just fight?" Liu Chang'an sighed.

"I'm not really angry. She's deliberately trying to sow discord, trying to make me angry with you so you'll think I'm being unreasonable and that will lower my opinion of her," An Nuan said indignantly.

"Clever." Liu Chang'an hadn't expected that a girl in love could be so calm and not take the bait.

"But I'm still in a bad mood, so please comfort me." An Nuan felt that this request couldn't be more justified at this moment, just like a sick person has the right to demand to be fed.

"Let's take a picture together." Liu Chang'an took out his phone.

"What kind of attempt to comfort me is this? I'm not happy at all."

Liu Chang'an turned on the camera, and An Nuan's face appeared on the screen. She immediately flashed a cute smile, adjusted her bangs, and asked to take the picture herself.

Liu Chang'an took his phone back and posted the photo on his WeChat Moments: "My wife."

An Nuan was incredibly embarrassed. "Who's your wife? How annoying!"

This was the first time Liu Chang'an had publicly displayed affection for his wife in social circles. An Nuan hugged Liu Chang'an's neck, her face flushed, and said earnestly, "You called me 'wife'! This is the first time someone has ever called me that. If you don't call me that again, I'm not done with you."

Liu Chang'an hugged An Nuan's slender waist and pulled her into a warm embrace.

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