Luo Hang finished filming his drama, and there are still two months left until the Spring Festival.
For the past two months, his agent hasn't been getting him much work, so Luo Hang has been staying at Jiang Qingye's villa.
When Luo Hang was alone in that super big and super empty villa, he would feel inexplicably bored.
So he taught himself how to cook.
When Jiang Qingye received the range hood alarm every few days, skipped three meetings in a row, and was scolded by his elderly father who was traveling abroad via video call, Luo Hang had no choice but to give up.
He realized that some people are born with culinary skills, while others are not.
He's a natural at blowing up kitchens.
Jiang Qingye held him on her lap, and the two sat in the villa's built-in movie room to watch a movie.
"I already know how to cook, why did you suddenly decide to learn to cook?"
Luo Hang said sleepily, "Because I'm a little bored."
Jiang Qingye didn't say anything more.
Luo Hang's eyelids grew heavier and heavier. After a moment, he heard a man's low, gentle voice in his ear. "Do you like small animals? How about getting a kitten?"
Luo Hang's drowsiness suddenly vanished, and a little white cat subconsciously popped into his mind.
During the few days he stayed at Jiang Qingye's place, the Noble Consort was sent to be cared for by his agent.
Jiang Qingye still doesn't know that he has a pet cat.
Luo Hang licked his lips and said, "No need, I don't really like small animals."
"Okay." Jiang Qingye didn't insist any further and touched Luo Hang's earlobe.
"The Lunar New Year is almost here, are you going home?"
Where does Luo Hang still have a home?
He paused for a moment, then said, "Hmm."
"Tomorrow is the school anniversary, are you going?"
After a moment of silence, Jiang Qingye brought up another topic.
Luo Hang paused, "What school anniversary? The high school one?"
"Hmm." Jiang Qingye ruffled his hair.
"I'm not going." Luo Hang didn't have a good impression of that school to begin with.
It just so happens that Jiang Qingye is going to the school anniversary celebration tomorrow, so he can go and see the Noble Consort.
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The school anniversary celebration began at 10:00 AM the next day.
Jiang Qingye changed into a rather sophisticated suit and left home at nine o'clock.
He got out of bed very quietly, but Luo Hang still woke up.
He only got up after Jiang Qingye left.
He went to the toilet in his slippers, and as he passed the window, he briefly pulled back the curtains.
Today the sky was unusually gloomy, with dark clouds piling up on the horizon, casting a somber hue, as if the whole world had been thrown into a gray paint.
Luo Hang paused for a moment; for some reason, he didn't like this kind of weather.
He changed into some simple clothes: a puffer jacket over fleece-lined jeans. The puffer jacket had a large hood, which he put on. He also found a face mask and wore it before going out and hailing a taxi.
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The area outside the No. 3 High School gate was packed with cars.
When Jiang Qingye got out of the car, he saw Pei Jin leaning against the car door, watching him leisurely.
Why didn't your little lover come?
"He doesn't want to come." Jiang Qingye casually tossed the car keys aside.
Pei Jin raised an eyebrow. "Let's go, take me to meet your classmate."
Pei Jin was not a student at No. 3 High School; he attended No. 19 High School.
The reason I came here this time is to ask Jiang Qingye to make a connection.
He has a new game coming out soon, and he needs an artist with a unique style.
After searching the entire internet, they finally identified one person whose family was not short of money and who didn't care about the invitation from Pei Jin's company.
Fortunately, this person is a distinguished alumnus of No. 3 High School and was invited back to participate in the school's anniversary celebration.
The two had barely entered the school gate when Jiang Qingye's former homeroom teacher received the news and rushed over.
"Good lad, you've grown so much in a while, you've become so energetic."
Our homeroom teacher, Old Cao, is a carefree Beta who lives a very free life, unaffected by pheromones.
Jiang Qingye said, "It's been a long time. You're getting younger and younger."
Old Cao chuckled, "Practicing two sets of Tai Chi a day has yielded remarkable results."
As the group chatted and laughed past the school's honor roll, Old Cao remarked with emotion, "Decades ago, you were the only person to hold the top spot in the grade for three consecutive years."
Jiang Qingye glanced at it subconsciously.
The honor roll only shows the top ten students in the grade. Now that there is no longer a distinction between arts and sciences, and the grades are based on elective courses, there can only ever be one student who is number one in the grade.
Standing out from the crowd, the two-inch photo was placed at the very top.
The one currently placed at the top is a girl wearing glasses with a sweet smile.
Jiang Qingye recalled the past and smiled, "Actually, it was useless. My photo disappeared overnight."
Pei Jin: "Why did they disappear?"
Old Cao chuckled, clutching his stomach. "This kid's good-looking; lots of people at school like him and often steal his photos."
Old Cao added, "One night I was on duty and caught a student stealing your photos, but he was an Alpha."
It's been about six or seven years. The reason Old Cao remembers it so vividly is not just because that student was an Alpha.
The student was wearing an oversized T-shirt that clearly didn't fit, a black baseball cap, and his hair was too long, covering his eyebrows and eyes.
I was flustered when he caught me, but I didn't let go of the photo in my hand at all.
At the time, Old Cao was heartbroken. "Look at you, what couldn't you do? Coming here in the middle of the night to steal a picture of an Alpha."
The student remained silent.
He was a bit too thin. He was almost 1.75 meters tall, but he was very thin, almost as thin as Omgea.
Like someone suffering from malnutrition, Old Cao was a little taller than him, and from his line of sight, he could see the Alpha's pale lips.
You know what, just by looking at that smoothly curved chin, you can tell that this person is definitely not ugly.
He remained silent, Old Cao inexplicably felt a sense of guilt for bullying the weak.
Which class are you in?
Alpha answered softly, "Class Seven."
Jiang Qingye is in Class 32, which is an experimental class.
The two classes were extremely far apart, not even in the same school building.
"Did you steal it for your sweetheart?" Old Cao guessed.
"No," Alpha shook his head, "No, it's something I wanted myself."
It was almost nine o'clock at night. The streetlights on campus were dim, and the air was filled with the chirping of insects.
Old Cao sighed, "You should go."
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Pei Jin teased, "Looks like even an Alpha can't resist your charm."
Jiang Qingye ignored him.
Old Cao thought for a moment, then said, "That Alpha seems to really like you. After your college entrance exams, he even came to me to ask which school you were planning to apply to."
Jiang Qingye applied to Imperial Capital University. The major he applied for was in cooperation with foreign universities, which required studying abroad.
Jiang Qingye was not interested and didn't care much about these things.
He was born a prodigy, and with so many people liking him, he long ago learned not to care.
Pei Jin asked curiously, "Do you remember that person's name?"
Jiang Qingye frowned. "Why are you asking for someone's name?"
Pei Jin said, "Is it wrong for me to be curious?"