Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

Chapter 125: Eating, Sleeping, and Looking at Photos

Perhaps it was because he hadnt attended a proper class for a long time, but Jiang Qin was brimming with energy and had adjusted both his mind and body to a learning mode. He planned to pay close attention to the class, but within three minutes, he smoothly reverted to a state of casual observation.

During those barely focused three minutes, one minute was spent with the teacher dilly-dallying, and another minute was taken up by roll call.

Jiang Qin felt a bit of retrospective fear.

It was fortunate that he had started trying his hand at business right after his rebirth.

Otherwise, given his current learning ability and level of concentration, he was bound to fail sooner or later.

Turning his head, he looked at Feng Nanshu. She was sucking on her pale, delicate hand with her cherry-red lips. After a moment, she removed her hand, leaving some clear saliva on it, but not leaving any obvious marks.

She stared blankly for a while, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

What are you doing? Jiang Qin asked, somewhat dazed.

Feng Nanshu looked up at him. Jiang Qin, what shall we eat after class?

Anything is fine, its up to you.

Then lets have beef brisket noodles, it sounds nice.

After Feng Nanshu finished speaking, she wiped the saliva off the back of her hand and began to listen attentively to the lecture.

Jiang Qin, resting his chin in his hand, began to watch her. He realized that if he forgot his past memories or the incident where he accidentally kicked her leg in the library, he would never consider this little rich lady as a silly cutie. Instead, he would see her as a stunningly beautiful and aloof goddess.

She was tall and slender, with fair skin, delicate features, and a graceful figure, embodying all the traits of a wealthy beauty. Yet, she was clingy, which was adorably contrasting.

After two classes, the teacher announced the end of the lesson and left the classroom.

Old Zhou, take my books back to the dorm for me!

Cao Guangyu handed his books to Zhou Chao and hurried out of the classroom. It was obvious he was rushing for a date.

A young man newly in love behaves like this, feeling that every second not spent in romance is a severe waste of life. This is often referred to as love-struck, especially in the case of someone like Cao Guangyu, who dreamt of having a girlfriend, the condition was particularly severe.

Jiang Qin looked down on Cao Guangyu a bit, believing that spending time strengthening friendships was more worthwhile.

So, he planned to spend the afternoon and evening with Feng Nanshu.

He would take her for dinner, then for a walk around the campus, and finally sit by the lake.

However, plans always change. Just as he was leaving the classroom, Lu Guangrong came to him personally, inviting him to the office for a chat.

You go back to the dorm and wait for me, Ill come to pick you up after Im done.

After saying this, Jiang Qin headed towards the office.

No, I want to follow you. The obedient kind.

Feng Nanshu followed him out of the classroom, almost inseparable. Her shoes, with a slight heel, made a particularly crisp sound on the floor.

Jiang Qin felt he couldnt refuse.

Such a big, beautiful, cute, best friend, so well-behaved and quiet. Why wouldnt you take her with you? What reason could there be not to?

Dont worry, I wont run away.

I wont talk, Ill just follow.

Feng Nanshu said earnestly, then followed Jiang Qin all the way to the office.

Lu Guangrong didnt call Jiang Qin for anything else but for the matter mentioned by Zhang Mingan, about the Linchuan Youth Daily interviewing entrepreneurial college students and participants in the Work-Study program.

Separately, neither of these titles was significant enough to be featured in the Linchuan Youth Daily, but together, they became interesting.

A freshman who started a business right after entering university, also providing positions to motivate impoverished students to participate in work-study programs. Apart from academic labels, Jiang Qins list of achievements was almost fully stacked.

The Youth Newspaper was working on a feature about youth in the new era, and Jiang Qin, who suddenly emerged, fit their narrative perfectly.

Some slogans should not just be chanted; they are too vague. Setting up a model individual makes them seem much more real.

Lu Guangrong had heard a bit about Jiang Qins website, but only a bit.

Like most university advisors, he rarely appeared unless there was an urgent matter. After all, he had countless meetings to attend, reports to write, and research to conduct, keeping him dizzyingly busy.

So, when the head of the schools publicity department told him that the Linchuan Youth Daily wanted to interview one of his students, he was utterly baffled.

In just two and a half months, this kid had made such a big name for himself?

I expected to hear your name in school scandals, but never thought Id hear it from Director Gu of the publicity department. It scared me at first.

Lu Guangrongs impression of Jiang Qin wasnt deep, with the most memorable being the night of the schools opening when he was in the dormitory, hugging his laptop and chatting animatedly with five or six girls.

I just slept in class, it couldnt have reached the publicity department, could it? Teacher, are you planning to make me famous?

Jiang Qin had heard of highlighting exemplary students in learning and entrepreneurship, but never for sleeping. If this got out, it would be somewhat embarrassing.

Thats not it. The reason I called you is because the Linchuan Youth Daily wants to give you a special interview. Its a good thing, something others cant even hope for.

Lu Guangrong handed over a printed A4 paper: These are the interview questions they sent. Go back and prepare well, its best to draft some answers.

Interviews about good deeds are always prepared in advance, questions and answers both. Only interviews about bad deeds are impromptu. Serious media and paparazzi are different; interviews are not the goal, publicity is.

When does the interview start?

Tomorrow afternoon at one, on the third floor of the Guang Teaching Center, room A302. You can go there yourself.

Jiang Qin took the A4 paper and glanced at it.

As Lu Guangrong said, being interviewed was indeed a good thing. Having the official media like the Youth Newspaper as a credit endorsement would help Jiang Qins future business image.

He didnt really want to be famous, but no one likes to collaborate with someone unknown, so getting used to such scenarios early would benefit his work later.

Teacher Lu, its my first time being interviewed, and Im a bit nervous, afraid I might say something wrong. Could you teach me how to answer?

Student Union President Zhu Feng, who was working in the office, couldnt help but speak up: Whats so difficult about that? If they ask about your ideals, say you want to be a youth of the new era, aspiring and upward, realizing dreams, contributing to society. If they ask about your development, say you want to help more impoverished students, help more people complete their education, becoming talents useful to the country.

After hearing this, Jiang Qin gave a thumbs up: Sister Zhu truly deserves to be the president of the Student Union, these years of student work really werent in vain.

Zhu Feng, a bit proud, straightened her back even more, but her face still maintained a serious and earnest demeanor.

Jiang Qin, regardless of whether youre dating or starting a business, just dont fail any courses, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

Lu Guangrong couldnt help but add this, glancing meaningfully at the well-behaved Feng Nanshu sitting nearby.

Business thriving, a girlfriend beautiful as a fairy, and now a newspaper feature. Jiang Qin really had some skills.

After a while, Jiang Qin left with Feng Nanshu. Zhu Feng muttered, How did this guy start his business? The questions he asked were so silly.

Lu Guangrong took a sip of tea and spoke unhurriedly, If he could get Professor Yans referral and convince the University of Science and Technology to let him expand his business, he must be quite articulate. Do you really think he doesnt know what to say?

Ah? Then why did he ask?

He asked, you answered, he thanked, and now arent you happy?

Zhu Feng froze for a moment, taking five seconds to realize.

Jiang Qins question wasnt important; what mattered was his flattering comment at the end. It made him seem humble while making others feel good, gaining their favor instantly. She even felt good about herself for a moment, even somewhat triumphant, and started to care less about his refusal to join the Student Union.

Is he really that cunning? Zhu Feng was a bit incredulous.

Not at all cunning. People who are adept in social interactions often appear foolish, acting like theyre naive and wealthy, pretending to know nothing and eagerly seeking collaboration. In reality, theyre extremely astute.

As Lu Guangrong spoke, he was reminded of a new teacher who had once joined the Finance Department. During a team-building activity at a seafood restaurant, this teacher had held up a crab, asking the old dean how to eat it and if he could have a hammer to crack it open. The old dean, amused, personally demonstrated how to open the crab shell.

Later, everyone learned that this teachers family had been fishermen for three generations.

But what did that matter?

After that incident, every time the old dean ate seafood, he would think of that teacher first. Within two years, the teacher had left the office. (promoted)

But Lu Guangrong was curious. At Jiang Qins age, one would expect him to be arrogant and defiant. How could he manage such a level of detail in his interactions? If it werent for the crab incident, even Lu Guangrong might not have seen through Jiang Qins feigned ignorance.

Could it be that some people are truly born with a talent for this?

Meanwhile, in the second cafeteria,

Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu were already enjoying their steaming, oily beef brisket noodles.

The little rich lady, who usually couldnt eat spicy food but loved it, had her lips reddened from the spice, with tiny beads of sweat forming on her nose.

What did you do while I was gone these past few days?

Jiang Qin picked up a piece of brisket with his chopsticks and held it to Feng Nanshus mouth.

Eating, sleeping, attending classes, and sometimes going to the supermarket with Gao Wenhui.

The little rich lady opened her reddened mouth obediently and ate the piece of brisket, her eyes shimmering like water.

Besides eating, sleeping, and attending classes?

Lying in bed looking at photos.

Jiang Qin paused for a moment: Oh, the photos from the team building, right? Lu Xuemeis photography skills are quite good.

He had been in a rush that day and hadnt looked closely at the album. His memory was still fixed on the photo of himself and Feng Nanshu, unaware of another photo in the album showing a bear climbing a tree to steal honey. He also didnt know that the little rich lady had already imagined everything from those photos.

They had been apart for a whole week, seeing each other only a few times. It was by looking at those photos that the little rich lady had managed to endure the separation.

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