Why Is It Called Zhou Ye?

When Shen Qiao returned home, it was already past midnight.

He carefully entered his home, afraid of waking Qin Yuwen, who was already asleep.

Then he turned on the living room light and found a plate of cold dumplings on the table.

He paused slightly, but still took a shower first. When he returned to the living room, he began eating the dumplings.

Senior Sister Su made better ones than these. Senior Qin could not cook, so Luo Ye must have made them.

Shen Qiao smiled faintly and continued eating, finishing every last dumpling on the plate.

After eating, he went to Xiao Lei's room to check on her. Once he saw that everything was normal, he returned to his own room and started reading recent news on his phone.

Recently, news about the pandemic had been everywhere, leaving every city in a state of panic.

Shen Qiao knew that with this illness, even brushing past someone—or simply being in the same room—could lead to infection.

Its infectiousness was simply unheard of.

But as long as he did not go out, there was almost no risk of catching it.

Shen Qiao wondered whether he should rent a cheap place outside and ask Senior Qin to help look after Xiao Lei.

When he had delivered food today, he had run into Orange Jam. The apartments in that old neighborhood probably were not expensive.

Food delivery really had been profitable lately. Shen Qiao had worked from morning until night, earning over four hundred yuan in just one day.

Including his part-time work at the bookstore, he had saved twenty thousand yuan since bringing Xiao Lei back to live with him.

For a student, having savings measured in tens of thousands was already remarkable. After all, many people who had graduated from university