"Oh no, I didn't drive my car here." Pei Tingsong was still an ABC who grew up abroad. Whenever he was anxious, he would say something that started with "f". Fang Juexia turned a deaf ear to him and continued to wash the dishes quietly.
"Do you have a car?" Pei Tingsong walked over as he put on his hat. He was still wearing the grayish-purple hoodie from yesterday.
Fang Juexia shook the water off his hands. "Yes." Although it was not a good car, it could still be used for transportation. However, he did not intend to help. "You can call a cab."
Pei Tingsong raised his hand and glanced at his watch. "It's very difficult to call a cab these days."
"But I have to go to the office later."
"It's on the way. Send me off first." Pei Tingsong dragged him to the entryway. He quickly took Fang Juexia's white down jacket from the hanger and wrapped it around Fang Juexia's body. He zipped it up and said, "Quick."
This person was simply … Fang Juexia did not know how to describe him.
He was different from all the people he had met before.
The result was obvious. Fang Juexia parked the car outside P University, where people were coming and going. He pulled down the brim of his hat. The person in the front passenger seat was sleeping soundly. When he was woken up by Fang Juexia, he frowned and even pulled down his woolen hat to cover his eyes.
Fang Juexia sighed and said coldly, "They're taking attendance."
Pei Tingsong woke up with a start. He pushed his hat back up and stared at him for three seconds. Fang Juexia opened the car door. "Get out."
"So fast?"
It was not fast at all. They passed six traffic lights in twenty-three minutes. Four of them took more than forty seconds. Fortunately, the traffic was not too bad.
Pei Tingsong looked at the rearview mirror and adjusted his hat. He got out of the car and closed the door. He tilted his head and waved at Fang Juexia in the car. "Thanks."
Fang Juexia nodded and watched as Pei Tingsong jogged into the campus with his backpack. His phone rang. It was a message from his mother.
[Juexia, I was watching the show at home and realized that you weren't there last week. Are you sick?]
Only then did Fang Juexia remember that he had forgotten to tell his mother that there had been too many things happening recently. He didn't expect that even the episode he had recorded had been completely cut out.
[No, I'm in good health. It's just that I don't feel like filming that show anymore, so I left. Mom, don't worry. I'll call you tonight.]
After editing and sending it out, Fang Juexia prepared to start the car and leave. But when he lowered his head, he found a card on the front passenger seat. It was even covered with a matte black card cover. He flipped the card over, and sure enough, it was a picture of Pei Tingsong.
Even the picture on his campus card exuded the arrogance of a devil incarnate.
He wanted to send a message to Pei Tingsong to inform him, but he realized that he did not have Pei Tingsong's contact information.
It was just a campus card. He could just go back to the dormitory and put it on his desk.
Fang Juexia held the small card and stared at the smiling face of the youngest in the picture. He thought of how he felt when he lost his campus card at school.
He couldn't eat without a card, couldn't go to the library, and had to swipe his card in some classrooms.
Alas.
Fang Juexia finally put the card in his pocket, unfastened his seat belt, and got out of the car. Fortunately, he had a good memory. During breakfast, he heard Pei Tingsong talking to himself about the class schedule on his mobile phone to confirm the building number. The campus was bustling. He put on his mask and lowered the brim of his hat. But because he was not familiar with the environment, he could not find the building he mentioned after walking for a while according to the map.
He still had to ask someone.
He had already been noticed by many girls along the way. Fang Juexia did not want to expose himself, so he looked around. Suddenly, he found a particularly tall boy in front of him. From the back, he looked quite reliable. He quickly walked over and lowered his mask.
"Excuse me, I want to ask …"
The moment the boy turned around, Fang Juexia was startled.
Wasn't this … actor Zhou Ziheng, who recorded 'Escape' with his senior?
Although he was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, Fang Juexia still saw through him at a glance. Only then did he remember that Zhou Ziheng was indeed studying at P University. He felt that it was a little rude to pause like this, so he cleared his throat and finished his unfinished question.
"Actually, it's just over there. Turn right and go through that path. You'll see the gray building." Zhou Ziheng pointed. "It's very close."
"Thank you." Fang Juexia bowed. "Thank you, senior."
Unexpectedly, the famous top actor's eyes lit up. "Sure enough! I was wondering why you looked so familiar. Are you from Kaleido? Why are you here? "
"Yes, Fang Juexia." He raised his head, and the wind blew his hair away from his forehead, revealing the red birthmark at the corner of his eye. "I … came to deliver something to the youngest in our group."
"Oh, I know. Pei Tingsong, right? He's quite famous in school." Zhou Ziheng was satisfied with his memory. He reached out and patted him on the shoulder like a senior. "I like your songs very much. See you later. I have to go to the laboratory. "
Watching the senior actor leave, Fang Juexia felt a little strange. It turned out that the actor who usually had a strong aura was so friendly and easy to get along with.
Following the instructions, he found the teaching building where Pei Tingsong had his classes.
"422 …" Fang Juexia silently read the door number and entered the elevator. But he soon regretted this decision. The elevator was small and there were mirrors on all sides. He could clearly feel the girls around him looking at him, especially the one who was standing diagonally in front of him and hurrying into the elevator. Fang Juexia tried his best to lower the brim of his cap to hide the birthmark. Then he lowered his head and stared at his sneakers.
"Hello …" a girl said hesitantly. "Are you Fang Juexia?"
Sure enough, he was still recognized. Fang Juexia looked up and smiled. He neither admitted nor denied it. The girl thought that he had admitted it, so her tone became joyful and she even began to stammer. "Oh my god, oh my god, I like you so much!" Then she seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes lit up. "Juexia Ge, are you here to look for Pei Tingsong? I-I'm taking the same class as him! It's today's class! "
Fang Juexia glanced at the time on the top right corner of the elevator. His gaze returned to the girl and he said very impressively, "Then you're already late."
"I knew it!" The girl became more excited. "You're here to look for Xiao Pei! Oh my god, I didn't waste my time looking at the trending topics until three o 'clock in the morning. It's too real, too real … "She covered her mouth as if she was afraid of making any noise, like a strange little animal.
What's too real?
Fang Juexia was confused.
Pei Tingsong sat by the window as soon as he entered the door. He was listening to the class when suddenly there was a sound from the door. A girl who was late tiptoed in. There were not many people taking this class, so there was an oversupply of seats. As soon as the girl came in, she went straight to the front seat of Pei Tingsong.
He glanced at her and continued to listen to the class.
"The Ship of Theseus is similar to the reasoning form of a typical chain paradox, but the essence is different: the latter uses the initial logical predicate, and it's a typical fuzzy predicate …"
On the podium, the professor mentioned the Ship of Theseus. Pei Tingsong stopped spinning his pen and could not help but be lost in thought. It was as if he was the big ship that was being disassembled for parts, and everyone was forcing him to replace the parts.
After replacing every piece of the deck and every part, would he still be himself?
How could he preserve his true self?
While he was lost in thought, the girl sitting in front of him suddenly turned around and placed a card on his desk. It was obviously his campus card.
Pei Tingsong was stunned. He wondered if she had dropped it somewhere and picked it up, so he thanked her softly and took the card back.
"It's not me." The girl lowered her voice. "Someone asked me to pass it to you and asked me not to tell you who he is."
Since she said that, Pei Tingsong naturally asked, "Who?"
"Juexia Ge." The girl's expression suddenly became excited. "He just left."
Fang Juexia?
He subconsciously looked out of the window. In fact, he did not expect to see anything, so Pei Tingsong did not know his motive for doing so. But he did see the back of the figure wrapped in a snow-white down jacket downstairs. A pair of slender legs walked along the path and disappeared from his sight.
Pei Tingsong rested his chin on his hand and tapped his campus card with his right index finger.
This was indeed unexpected. He did not expect Fang Juexia to come all the way here for him. He clearly felt that this person's shell had softened a little during the live broadcast last night, but after one night, he seemed to have returned to his cold self.
But then again, why didn't he just send him a WeChat message?
Pei Tingsong suddenly remembered that he did not even have this person's contact information. Not a single one.
He Ziyan's phone rang when he returned to the dormitory.
[Xiao Pei: Brother Yan, send me Fang Juexia's WeChat.]
Pei Tingsong held his phone. He, who usually listened attentively, seemed to be unable to concentrate at this moment. After waiting for a while, he finally received He Ziyan's reply.
[Brother Ziyan: What's up? Are you going to open for business?]
[Brother Ziyan: He's in the Kaledo group chat, silly brother.]
[Brother Ziyan: Non-differentiable personal business card.]
Pei Tingsong frowned. What kind of WeChat name was this? Unenlightening?
No matter what, he still clicked on Fang Juexia's WeChat. At first glance, his profile picture looked a little strange. He clicked on it and found that it was an unfilled Sudoku matrix. He was obviously born with a beautiful face that people coveted, but his inner self was extremely dull.
Sure enough, this Fang Juexia was not compatible with him at all.
Although he was still complaining in his heart, Pei Tingsong still sent a friend request. After class, he lay on his desk to catch up on sleep. However, as soon as he lay on his arm, he smelled the cold fragrance from yesterday's bed, which immediately pulled him back to the insomnia of that night.
It was really stubborn, just like its owner.
Pei Tingsong suddenly looked up, scaring the boy sitting next to him. The boy thought that he was going to leave, so he was about to get up and give up his seat. Unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong reached out and pulled him back.
"Classmate, let me ask you a question."
The boy's deskmate was a little flattered. After all, this person was an idol and a gifted student who had won the highest level of scholarship without working hard. Even the professors praised him for his talent. He had always been a loner and did not interact much with people in any circle. He did not expect that he would ask him a question. He cleared his throat and mentally prepared himself for the sudden knowledge inspection and academic discussion. "You, you ask."
Unexpectedly, this unconventional gifted student in front of him suddenly put his arm in front of his nose. His expression was like that of a charlatan. "Do you smell something?"
"Huh?" The boy was confused.
"Smell it." Pei Tingsong deliberately rolled up his sleeves.
Although the boy did not understand, he still smelled it honestly. "Hmm … a little."
There was indeed that smell! Pei Tingsong asked again, "Does it smell good?"
The boy did not know what answer he wanted to hear, so he could only answer truthfully. "It smells good …"
"What's so good about it!" Pei Tingsong suddenly became angry. He retracted his arm and smelled it again. He muttered to himself, "How is it good? Why does it smell good? "
The boy was puzzled and was still trying to figure out what had happened. Pei Tingsong's hand reached over again. "Smell it again."
This time, he finally knew the correct answer.
He pretended to be very serious. After smelling it again, he said against his will, "Hmm, it doesn't smell good. It smells very bad."
Unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong retracted his hand again and frowned. "Who are you saying doesn't smell good?"
The boy was speechless.
He stared blankly as Pei Tingsong sniffed his arm and collar again and again, muttering to himself. He did not know what to think. The class bell rang again, and this poor temporary deskmate finally found salvation from the quagmire of this dilemma.
Sure enough, there was a barrier between geniuses and ordinary people.
By the time Fang Juexia finished his dance practice, it was already noon. Only then did he realize that he had received a friend request on WeChat.
The WeChat name was' Resister '. There were no add requests.
The moment he saw the name, Fang Juexia's intuition told him that this was Pei Tingsong. He Ziyan's message confirmed his suspicions. He accepted the friend request. No matter what, they were teammates in the same dance group. Fang Juexia was a strict person. After adding a friend, he changed the note immediately. To make it easier to search, he used the same format.
Not long after, the new friend sent a message.
[Kaleido Pei Tingsong: I didn't even realize that I lost my card, tkx]
This thank you was completely in the American style of Pei Tingsong, but Fang Juexia did not want to recognize it. To his surprise, his behavior seemed to have been predicted by Pei Tingsong. Just as he was about to type to deny it, he received a photo from the other party. It was a photo of his back taken from the window.
Pei Tingsong looked at the pause in his typing and felt proud. When he left the classroom, there were two girls who were watching the trending topics.
"Ah, it's really sweet. What's with the sugar paper kiss!"
"Is he trying to feed me with dog food so that I can have a good New Year? Ah, how can the hearing be so real … "
It was time to eat the melon.
His phone vibrated. Pei Tingsong took it out and unlocked the screen. He smiled unconsciously.
[Nothing but beautiful: You're welcome.]
But when he saw the next message in the dialog box, the smile on his face gradually froze.
[Nothing but beautiful: Just treat it as if I'm paying off a debt.]