[If I were you, I'd hop on a rocket to Mars right now and go live in another world.] 771's gleeful voice was positively obnoxious. [Sooo embarrassing~]
Anyone who didn't know better would have thought something wonderful had happened to it.
Jiang Nan said nothing. Instead, he silently added this to his mental ledger, saving it to settle later.
Fu Jingzhou lowered his eyes.
For some reason, seeing Jiang Nan so embarrassed didn't make him feel the slightest bit impatient.
Instead, he found this person rather...
For the moment, Fu Jingzhou couldn't find an adjective.
The crimson on Jiang Nan's cheeks stood out even more than his pink hair. He pressed his lips together, his thoughts unknown.
Fu Jingzhou pulled out the second document envelope and said, "This one is yours."
Jiang Nan straightened, a little anticipation in his voice.
"Really?"
Fu Jingzhou's tone was mild. "Really."
And so, 771 and Jiang Nan looked over together.
There weren't any English words on the envelope, only simple Chinese characters.
-Jingkou Vocational and Technical College.
"..."
Jiang Nan had never heard of this school, but that didn't stop him from knowing at a glance at its name that it was a junior college.
With a cold expression, he opened the envelope and glanced at the major.
Beauty and hairdressing...
771 consoled him. [Actually, being a hair salon guy isn't so bad.]
[Shut up.]
Jiang Nan said it expressionlessly.
Fu Jingzhou looked at his utterly dejected back, paused, then made a call.
The phone rang twice before someone quickly picked up.
"Long time no see, my old friend."
An enthusiastic voice came through the phone. The man spoke with a perfect London accent.
Jiang Nan's attention was caught, and he turned his head.
Fu Jingzhou met his gaze, then said into the phone, "Come over to my place."
Without waiting for the other person to speak, he hung up.
Normally, Jiang Nan would have already asked who it was.
But right now, his sorrow flowed backward into a river, and he silently turned away again.
His pink hair drooped, and so did his eyelids. His white T-shirt clung to the young man's lean, straight shoulders and back.
Fu Jingzhou's gaze drifted over, lingering involuntarily on his gland for a moment.
Realizing that this was somewhat presumptuous, he picked up his financial magazine without a word and continued reading.
Twenty minutes later, someone knocked on the door.
None of the servants were around. Even Uncle He had gone fishing with the old master.
Jiang Nan had no choice but to shuffle over in his slippers and open the door.
The moment he opened it, his eyes were dazzled.
A man stood at the door, a man who sparkled more brightly than the stars.
He wore a white shirt studded with diamonds. His black hair was waxed and slicked smoothly against his scalp, his forehead was full, and sunglasses encrusted with tiny diamonds rested on his high nose bridge. His lips were shapely and full.
Most notably, he was carrying a small suitcase in a dazzling bright red. Jiang Nan could guarantee it was redder than his red underwear.
He met Jiang Nan's eyes, then curved his lips. "Hello."
One hand still on the doorknob, Jiang Nan asked, "Who are you looking for, Mr. Trendy?"
"Mr. Trendy?" The man looked a little confused, then introduced himself. "Hello, I'm Gabriela."
What-bliboo???
He had spoken too fast for Jiang Nan to catch it. After a moment's hesitation, Jiang Nan said, "Hello, Tombliboo."
The expression on the man's face froze again.
771 sounded doubtful. [Did you really get his name right?]
Jiang Nan was confident. [Of course.]
771 pointed out mercilessly, [But that's clearly the name of those gangster triplets in In the Night Garden that you watched last night.]
Jiang Nan replied, [What the hell do you know?]
He hurriedly stepped aside. "Come on in, Tombliboo."
The first thing Tombliboo did upon entering was tattle.
"Fu Jingzhou, your wife is bullying me."
Fu Jingzhou remained unmoved, not even lifting his eyelids. Holding the edge of his magazine, he said, "Hurry up and examine him."
Jiang Nan was puzzled. "Examine what?"
Thump- Mr. Tombliboo laid the suitcase flat and opened the combination lock. It turned out to hold a whole other world.
It was a small medical kit, with wound dressings, pills, supplies to stop bleeding, and all sorts of instruments.
"You're a doctor?" Jiang Nan made no attempt to hide his shock.
Honestly, the person before him looked more like a makeup artist.
"Yes." Mr. Tombliboo knelt on one knee, turned his face forty-five degrees, and lifted his chin slightly.
Jiang Nan stood there, frantically poking 771. [Is everyone in this book this unhinged?]
771 replied, [Um... he's just an exception.]
Fu Jingzhou seemed unable to watch any longer either. He put down the magazine and said, "Shangguan Feng, could you hurry up?"
Mr. Shangguan Feng bristled. "Could you stop calling me that name?"
Jiang Nan couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with that name?"
Shangguan Feng raised his chin, his expression melancholy, and enunciated, "It's tacky."
Jiang Nan: "..."
He turned to Fu Jingzhou. "I'll go back to my room."
Fu Jingzhou said, "No."
"Why?" Jiang Nan sat beside him and threw him a flirtatious glance. "Don't tell me you can't bear to have me leave even when you're seeing a doctor?"
Fu Jingzhou wore an expression that said, "What is wrong with you?" His tone was cool. "He's here to examine you."
Jiang Nan said, "...Examine me for what?"
Fu Jingzhou slowly parted his lips. "Insanity."
Jiang Nan: "..."
"Insanity?" Shangguan Feng frowned. "That sort of condition needs a thorough examination at a hospital. But he looks perfectly normal to me."
Fu Jingzhou said, "He can't even remember which school he graduated from."
After hearing the big shot's reasoning, Jiang Nan fell into deep thought.
Shangguan Feng, meanwhile, sat on a stool and studied him carefully.
Finally, he asked, "How old are you?"
Jiang Nan had just turned twenty-one in the real world, but in this world, he was only twenty.
He paused, then answered, "Twenty."
Shangguan Feng took off his sunglasses and met Jiang Nan's eyes, holding his gaze for almost half a minute.
Jiang Nan behaved himself, like an elementary school student in class.
When the staring was over, he asked a little curiously, "Were you performing hypnosis?"
"No." Shangguan Feng turned to Fu Jingzhou. "You know, this little wife your dad married you to really is quite good-looking."
There were so many things to criticize in that short sentence that Jiang Nan didn't even know where to start.
Fu Jingzhou seemed to have reached the end of his patience. "Hurry up and examine his brain."
And so, Shangguan Feng gave Jiang Nan a detailed physical examination.
From visual inspection to palpation, percussion, auscultation, and finally examination by smell, Shangguan Feng's brows drew tighter and tighter.
When he finished, Shangguan Feng stood there in inexplicable silence.
Jiang Nan's heart had already sunk to rock bottom. "Doctor, do I have some kind of illness?"
"No." Shangguan Feng stood with one hand on his hip and the other holding the ruler he had used to measure Jiang Nan's pupils. His tone was grave. "I just didn't expect your eyes to be so big."
Jiang Nan: "..."
He turned and asked Fu Jingzhou, "Is he really a doctor?"
Fu Jingzhou didn't answer. Shangguan Feng folded his arms and scoffed. "Your husband and I graduated from the same university."
Jiang Nan hurriedly admitted his mistake. After all, having a doctor among his contacts was pretty important, especially for someone like him, who was even more fragile than a college student.
"Sorry for offending you. Let's add each other on WeChat? What's your WeChat ID? I'll search for it."
Shangguan Feng parted his lips and said elegantly, "Obsession."