After finishing their meal, the two prepared to return to school.
Su Miaoyin said "Together" and then turned around and went back to her bedroom to change her clothes.
Cheng Che sat on the sofa for about five minutes, then heard the bedroom door open.
Su Miaoyin came out from inside.
White short-sleeved shirt, dark shorts, and a pair of black over-the-knee socks.
Her hair was tied back into a high ponytail, revealing a clean section of the nape of her neck.
She stood at the bedroom door, tilting her head slightly, her gaze fixed on Cheng Che's face.
Cheng Che glanced at her and frowned.
Su Miaoyin's heart tightened.
She subconsciously looked down to check herself; her short-sleeved shirt was fine, her shorts were fine, and her socks weren't on inside out.
She looked up and saw that Cheng Che's brows were still furrowed.
"You've just recovered," Cheng Che said. "Wearing so little makes it easy for the illness to relapse."
Su Miaoyin was taken aback.
Then she rolled her eyes inwardly.
What a lousy straight man.
She said nothing and turned to go back to her bedroom.
When she came out again, she was wearing a light gray sun-protective jacket over her short-sleeved shirt, with the zipper halfway up.
The shorts were also changed to an over-the-knee style.
It looks much warmer than the one I was wearing before.
Cheng Che nodded. "Let's go."
The two left the courtyard and walked along the Peking University.
Su Miaoyin walked beside Cheng Che, her pace a little slower than usual.
She is 1.72 meters tall, and standing next to Cheng Che, she is half a head shorter.
The sleeves of the sun-protective clothing were rolled up to the middle of the forearm, revealing a section of slender, white wrist.
Her ponytail swayed gently with her steps, a few stray hairs were blown by the wind and brushed against her cheek.
Several people passed by on the street and glanced at her.
Su Miaoyin was used to this kind of gaze.
From a young age, she always knew she was good-looking.
Standing at 1.72 meters tall with a slender frame and delicate yet understated features, she is always the one who stands out in a crowd.
But today is different from usual.
Today, Cheng Che was by her side.
Although Cheng Che was wearing a mask, only revealing his eyes and forehead, his eyes, enhanced by his 73 points of charm, were as clear as the sky after a rain.
He was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He walked with a composed gait, exuding an indescribable air of elegance.
As the two walked into the gates of Peking University, several pairs of eyes followed them.
"Look at those two people..."
"That girl is so tall, and she has a great figure."
"Who's that guy wearing a mask next to me? He looks so handsome."
"I don't know, but his demeanor doesn't suggest he's an ordinary person."
Su Miaoyin heard it.
Her ears turned slightly red, and her fingers unconsciously gripped the cuffs of her sun-protective clothing.
Cheng Che heard it too.
He was a little puzzled.
Why is it that if a woman is walking with him, people will mistake them for a couple?
He and Su Miaoyin were just neighbors, and they would just walk together whenever they wanted.
Is he really that much of a jerk?
The two walked along the main road of the campus towards the teaching building. Su Miaoyin was having class in the third teaching building, Cheng Che was in the science teaching building.
This morning I had advanced mathematics class.
When they reached the fork in the road, Su Miaoyin did not turn.
"I'll take you there," she said.
Cheng Che glanced at her. "No need, I can find it myself."
"Thank you," Su Miaoyin said earnestly. "You fixed my washing machine and even brought me breakfast. It's no trouble at all to bring it back."
Cheng Che nodded helplessly, "Just take him to the door on the first floor."
The two walked to the entrance of the Science Building.
Cheng Che was about to say that he could go in by himself, Su Miaoyin suddenly turned around and faced him.
She reached out and naturally placed her hand on Cheng Che's collar.
She pinched the edge of her collar with her fingers, gently straightened it, smoothed out the curled parts, and then straightened the buttons at the collar.
The movements were slow and meticulous, as if they were doing something very ordinary.
Cheng Che was taken aback.
After finishing, Su Miaoyin took a half step back, looked at her work, and smiled with satisfaction.
"Okay," she said, "Then I'm leaving."
Then she turned around, jumped lightly, and her ponytail swung in an arc behind her.
She took a few steps, glanced back, and then continued walking, her steps much lighter than before.
Cheng Che stood there, watching her walk away.
He shook his head and smiled.
Then he turned around.
Six eyes.
Three faces.
Wang Zheng, Zhou Hao, Li Yuan were standing behind him at some point, lined up in a row, looking at him with extremely admiring eyes.
Cheng Che was so startled that he took a step back.
He pulled down his mask, his face darkening. "What are you doing?"
The three people spoke in unison.
"Godfather, when are you going to let my sister-in-law host a social gathering?"
Cheng Che stared at them for two seconds, then pulled his mask up again and turned to walk into the teaching building.
"Attend class."
"Godfather! Don't go, Godfather!"
"Godfather, you haven't answered us yet!"
" Brother Che! Brother Che!"
Cheng Che didn't turn his head, and his pace quickened.
The three people behind him caught up and surrounded him, each one more excited than the last.
"Was that Su Miaoyin just now? I'm not mistaken, am I?" Zhou Hao leaned closer. "She escorted you to class? And even straightened your collar?"
"That gesture, that look in your eyes, Godfather, tell me honestly, are you two together?"
Wang Zheng's tone carried a certainty that said, "I see through everything."
Li Yuan didn't say anything, but he took out his phone and showed a photo.
It was taken secretly just now. Cheng Che and Su Miaoyin were standing at the entrance of the Lijiao Building, and Su Miaoyin was straightening his collar.
Sunlight streamed in from the side, casting their shadows together.
Cheng Che glanced at the photo.
"Deleted."
"I won't delete it." Li Yuan put his phone back in his pocket. "I'll keep this one; I'll show it to my sister-in-law at future social gatherings."
Cheng Che took a deep breath.
He decided to stop explaining, because it was pointless.
He knew these three people's thought processes all too well; the more he explained, the more excited they became.
"Let's begin class," he said.
Then he strode into the teaching building, leaving the three people behind.