Ye Cang looked at Ai Mu, who was surrounded by the crowd, and began to carefully observe her. Although her back looks like that of a girl, her face still appears somewhat masculine. Her half-opened eyes are long and slender, with light brown eyelashes that can be clearly seen through the reflection of light. Her eyebrows are thin but dense, with a slightly high and tall shape, giving off a feeling of a European and American girl. She has a high nose bridge and thin lips. Although her face has some angular features, it is still a standard oval face shape, bearing a slight resemblance to Teacher Paul. However, what completely distinguishes them is not only Ai Mu's long hair but her pupils.

Ai Mu had a pair of ice-blue pupils, not sky blue nor translucent blue, but tinged with a grayish-blue hue. At first glance, one couldn't help feeling that these eyes lacked a touch of charm, like a meticulously crafted porcelain doll, beautiful but ultimately soulless.

"Ye Zi?... Eh! Ye Cang!"

Suddenly pulled back into reality, Ye Cang looked towards the source of the voice and exclaimed, "Lin Zihan?!"

Lin Zihan rushed to Ye Cang's side in two steps and exclaimed, "Oh my god, it's really you! You also got into this university!"

Ye Cang abruptly embraced Lin Zihan, gripping his neck tightly with his arms. "How come you're also here, you brat!"

"Big brother, I told you before that my first choice was here, remember? You're so indifferent, completely disregarding your brother's words."

Choked into silence, Ye Cang awkwardly cleared his throat.

"Have you eaten breakfast? Let's go and grab a meal together, shall we?"

"Haven't eaten, wanna go?"

"Let's go!"

Distracted by the noisy commotion caused by these two, Ai Mu leaned in to take a look and burst into a chuckle.

This junior brother has a face as delicate as a girl's, yet he acts like a close friend, referring to others as "brother" or "little brother".

Ridiculous.

I never thought I would run into my long-time tennis friend here, and Ye Cangyue feels happier the more he thinks about it.

Lin Zihan and he did not attend the same high school, but they met at a basketball court near their homes because they lived very close to each other. Lin Zihan's quirky personality and his dedication to basketball immediately attracted him when they first met. And so, the two of them became good friends.

"Hey, didn't you choose the literature major back then? How did you end up in this school?" Lin Zihan said with half a bun in his mouth. Originally, he randomly chose a seemingly simple elective course in a minor language, but unexpectedly, he encountered an acquaintance here.

"I don't even know why, but I inexplicably ended up in this department," Ye Cang blinked his big eyes, devoid of any drowsiness.

"Alright, I was worried that I wouldn't have any friends to take care of me during my four years of college," Lin Zihan chuckled carelessly and pressed his palm firmly on Ye Cang's shoulder. The latter flinched in pain and dodged slightly, saying, "Bro, be gentle. When did you master this Iron Palm technique?"

After finishing breakfast, the feeling of fullness accompanied by drowsiness struck again. After seeing Lin Zihan off and exchanging contact information, Ye Cang slowly made his way back to his apartment.

The sunlight gradually became glaring. Glancing at the watch, it was already past nine o'clock. Ye Cang took off his thin jacket and hung it on his wrist. His thoughts had already drifted away with the wind, thousands of miles away.

Like sleepwalking, he walked to the entrance of the apartment and glanced at his next-door neighbor. The dark brown door separated the two worlds, inside and outside. It was a quiet Thursday morning, just as peaceful outside as inside. He didn't know if his senior had returned or not, whether he should take this chance to say hello to him. Ye Cang pondered as he pushed open the door, kicked off his shoes, and headed straight to the bed.

Feeling as though his limbs were melting into the soft blanket, a wave of intense drowsiness prompted Ye Cang to close his eyes.

Ah, I really wish that time could freeze in this moment forever.

The continuous alarm sounded for five minutes, and Ye Cang reluctantly got out of bed.

I turned off the alarm and looked at myself in the mirror, with my black messy hair all over my head. Ye Cang didn't even have the motivation to tidy it up. After sleeping in and going back to bed, my body seemed to have adapted to the sleep and resisted every attempt from Ye Cang to get up. If it weren't for class in a little while, I really wanted to continue lying in bed indefinitely.

After quickly grooming himself, Ye Cang casually picked up a T-shirt and put it on before stepping out of the door.

The morning was originally sunny, but now it's covered with dark clouds, as if it's holding a grudge. The once gentle autumn breeze is now filled with a sense of "killing intent," rustling against the clothes and hitting the body with a whoosh. Ye Cang looked at the oppressive sky and sighed softly. The weather in autumn is truly unpredictable.

Drip, drip.

The electronic lock on the room next door was opened from the inside, and Ai Mu, looking exhausted, walked out of the room.

Ye Cang stood dazed in the corridor, unsure of whether to move forward or retreat. Should he greet them? Or just walk past like this?

Ai Mu looked at the person in front of her who was staring blankly at her, and suddenly realized, "Ah, are you the person from today's Italian class... you're the new neighbor who moved in next door, right?"

"Yes, yes!" The awkward scene was disrupted, and Ye Cang immediately put on his signature bright smile. "Senior Ai Mu, are you going to class?"

"Mmm..." It was unclear whether it was a tired groan or a response, but Ai Mu gently bent down to pick up the shoes and asked, "What about you? Do you have class?"

"Hmm, literary history." Ye Cang carefully observed the person in front of him, Ai Mu. It felt like... he hadn't slept well for several days. Although his face was handsome, dark circles resembling two black clouds hung under his eyes. His eyelids were drooping, filled with a thick weariness that covered his entire face. It couldn't be that he stayed up late to catch up with coursework right after the start of the semester... Could this guy be the owner of a bar or nightclub? Ye Cang's mind began to spin rapidly, completely unaware that Ai Mu had already walked up to him.

"Why are you spacing out?"

A magnetic and smoky voice came from a place very close to oneself, while a pair of clear and shallow eyes were right in front, so close that it felt like every breath the other person exhaled was directly hitting one's face. The scent of the smoke was strong, coupled with a peculiar fragrance, thick but combined to create a mysterious and sexy masculine aura. Without that long hair, perhaps Senior Ai Mu would be a very handsome and manly guy, huh? Although the face wouldn't change, there was always a feeling that matching it with long hair gave off an indescribable charm.