Chapter XIX: Recalling Seeing Off Fang Xian in the Rain

Yu Feng recited his poetry with the vibe of a literary youth. Although he looked quite comical, quite a lot of girls actually fell for this routine.

Therefore, he was extremely confident.

Song Yizhou, the freshman goddess of the School of Literature.

She could be described as feast-for-the-eyes gorgeous, and most importantly, her beauty was not limited to her appearance.

Her usual words and actions made this girl's charm constantly add points.

Gentle, soft, clear, and fresh.

Yu Feng really liked her far too much.

He had to make this girl his girlfriend.

What a prestigious thing this would be.

He prepared to recite a few more lines to consolidate the foundation.

Only to hear.

"Senior."

"Actually, I kind of like you."

The young girl lowered her gaze with a flush on her face.

The external wind and rain made Song Yizhou's appearance even more proud and moving.

"However, I don't want to let others know. This is a secret belonging only to me."

"It's just that I hope to let this secret, in this summer, after tonight's rainy night."

"Let everyone know."

Song Yizhou raised her head and looked at Yu Feng with a brave and firm gaze.

Yu Feng's expression was somewhat unbelievable.

Even trembling to the point of distortion.

Really...

Really or fake?

Was he not dreaming?

"I..."

"I..."

Yu Feng had barely said two words before Song Yizhou stopped him: "Now, walk me back to the dormitory."

She said with shy coyness: "In... in the name of my boyfriend." ...

Song Yizhou flipped through the books with her slender fingers.

Her equally slender swan-like neck lifted slightly.

Senior Yu Feng did not harbor any bad intentions either, and Song Yizhou found it slightly difficult to handle.

At least... Song Yizhou felt that Yu Feng's poems were written quite well after all.

This reminded Song Yizhou of what her cousin had said to her.

Looking for a boyfriend?

Song Yizhou shook her head internally.

She probably wouldn't encounter that kind of person.

Song Yizhou felt that she should first deal with Senior Yu beside her.

After all, she felt that the people around her must have heard Yu Feng's voice, which had inevitably disturbed them.

Just as Song Yizhou was brewing her phrasing.

Yu Feng, who was softly reciting poetry beside her, seemed to have his expression change.

Starting with blankness, then suddenly turning into wild joy.

His hands were crossed, inexplicably rubbing against each other.

Then Yu Feng reached out his hand, as if holding someone's hand.

His face overflowed with a happy smile that hadn't been there before. Without even taking his umbrella, he walked out of the reading room step by step.

"Huh?"

Song Yizhou stood up and called out to Yu Feng twice in a low voice: "Senior, your umbrella."

Yu Feng turned a deaf ear, walking faster and faster, like a happy colorful butterfly.

"What is this?"

Even Song Yizhou had never seen such a situation.

Feeling somewhat worried, she even chased out to take a look, only to see Yu Feng walking out of the Text and Image Information Center and stepping straight into the oversized curtain of rain.

That scene was somewhat absurd.

Yet Yu Feng still wore an abnormal smile on his face.

That smile was simply spine-chilling.

Song Yizhou hurried back to the reading room, opened her phone to find someone she knew in the group chat, and asked for help to pick up Yu Feng and bring him back to the dormitory.

"Could it be some kind of disease?"

"Should I ask my cousin about it?"

Song Yizhou was somewhat worried.

Right across from the unnoticing Song Yizhou.

Fang Xian did not have much of a smile.

At this moment, he, on the contrary, lacked his previous composure.

One of the traits of the urban legend [Wandering Spirit -- Little Chui].

[Interference].

As the name implies, interference meant participating in a certain activity, inserting oneself into the middle of others, or a third party having an ambiguous relationship with one of the married parties.

The four-corner game, one of the urban legends, where four people count out five people.

Or a group of people participating in an activity, and inexplicably one person is missing, yet no one notices from beginning to end.

All of this was the trait [Interference] of the urban legend.

The urban legend would turn into a specific familiar symbol in the subconscious of others, making people feel only a bizarre sense of incongruity without raising any questions.

In other words, the vast majority of ordinary people wouldn't even put up any resistance.

Walking into the curtain of rain controlled just like that, exactly like Yu Feng?

What if this ability were used on oneself by someone else?

Thinking of this, Fang Xian immediately packed up his things and prepared to leave.

When he reached the front entrance of the Text and Image Information Center, he discovered that the rain had not stopped at all, showing not even a trace of letting up.

"This is bad."

Fang Xian decided to shake someone on WeChat to come and pick him up.

Who should he look for?

Fang Xian pondered for a moment; he might as well look for Fatty—this guy shouldn't have anything going on right now.

Raindrops fell.

An umbrella suddenly appeared above Fang Xian's head.

"Huh?"

Fang Xian was taken aback, turning his head to lock eyes with a pretty oval face.

"Shall I walk you back?"

Song Yizhou appeared by Fang Xian's side, standing close enough to him that Fang Xian caught the faint fragrance on her body.

Things like natural body fragrance did not exist.

Therefore, Fang Xian figured the laundry detergent Song Yizhou used smelled pretty nice.

"Where do you live?"

Fang Xian didn't wear a flattered expression; he couldn't figure out why Song Yizhou would suddenly come over to him.

Zhang Wuji's mother said that the prettier a girl was, the more she would lie.

He had to maintain a cautious attitude.

"Apricot Garden. I'll walk you back, it's on the way."

Song Yizhou shook the umbrella in her hand: "Don't you not have an umbrella?"

At a glance, Fang Xian recognized isn't this that buddy Yu Feng's umbrella?

He honestly felt a bit sorry for that buddy.

He'd treat the senior to a barbecue next time, if he got the chance.

Fang Xian settled his mind: "Alright."

Holding the umbrella, Song Yizhou stepped into the pitch-black curtain of rain.

She parted her lips lightly: "Fate is like a torrential rain, and you have nowhere to escape."

"You can only bravely step into it. When you escape from the torrential rain, you are no longer the you who stepped across."

What's wrong with her?

Did her literary youth sickness flare up?

Fang Xian raised an eyebrow: "Read too much Kafka on the Shore?"

Song Yizhou was stunned, looked at Fang Xian, moved her lips, but didn't say anything after all.

The two walked all the way along the downhill slope.

Shaking all the way.

The rain was heavy, wetting Song Yizhou's sandals.

It wet Fang Xian's trouser legs and half of his body.

To maintain distance, Fang Xian really went to great pains.

Fortunately, he had almost let Song Yizhou take advantage of him!

"Wait a moment."

Passing by the shops along the street, Fang Xian's eyes lit up.

Song Yizhou was somewhat dazed, but she stopped.

After stopping, Fang Xian bought two steamed buns and returned to the graceful Song Yizhou's side: "This way I won't have to go out tomorrow morning."

Song Yizhou: "Aren't there early morning self-studies?"

"The School of Literature has them, don't you guys in the School of Engineering?"

Fang Xian said proudly: "Audacity makes you the daddy, and the female student checked by the discipline department is my friend's girlfriend."

Song Yizhou inexplicably wanted to laugh.

"Oh, okay."

The girl said softly.

All the way to the entrance of Apricot Garden.

The torrential rain continued to fall.

When it came time to part, the mountain slope leading onward to Peach Garden could only be traversed by walking upright on one's own.

The dorm manager had already started urging them on.

In front of the dormitory building, quite a few couples were parting in the torrential rain.

Song Yizhou wasn't embarrassed either, handing the umbrella to Fang Xian: "Here, I'm lending it to you."

Fang Xian's skin was truly thick: "Oh, then I won't stand on ceremony."