"It's getting colder and colder."
Chen Shu couldn't help pulling Qingqing closer. He nestled against her and took a deep breath.
Ning Qing was long used to this. Her expression did not change as she let him hold her, keeping her book in her hands. "It's especially cold this year."
"Today is..."
"The tenth. Friday."
"The tenth already?" Chen Shu sighed. "I can barely keep track of time anymore."
"When are you planning to go back to Yuanzhou?"
"What do you think?"
"Up to you."
"Up to me again..."
"Give yourself a few days off soon." Ning Qing turned a page with her fingertip. "Go home for the New Year and relax."
"Aha! So you're the stumbling block on my road to success!" Chen Shu tightened his arms around her. "Other people can't wait for their boyfriends to make something of themselves. I finally stopped being a salted fish for a few months, and you're pouring cold water on me..."
"Then don't take a break..."
"Tell me! Can't you stand to see me doing well?"
"At it again, are you? Let go of me..."
"No."
"Then don't..."
Ning Qing gave the same answer. Her eyes followed the words down the page. After reading for a while, she asked, "What are your plans for the future?"
Chen Shu happened to be thinking about that very question.
Being a salted fish was wonderful, of course, but he could not stay one forever. If anything good became the norm, it would inevitably become ordinary. He needed something to break it up and set it off.
Even Zhang Suannai next door understood that "not working won't do." Naturally, Chen Shu understood it too.
At the ceremony for the change of Spirit Sect leadership, Chen Shu had met the dean of Yujing University's Ancient Cultivator