MTL - Wear To the High School Days of Iceberg O-Chapter 87

"Professor?" Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao.

Wen Yao put down the spoon in his hand, looked at Jiang Shuyi calmly, "I don't quite understand what you are talking about..."

— Careless.

Wen Yao is not a person who makes mistakes easily. On the contrary, she hardly makes mistakes and often leaves room for herself.

It's just that she didn't even imagine that she would make such a mistake.

"It's because you just said "cooked raw"." Jiang Shuyi thought for a while before explaining.

"I only made porridge with raw meat once..."

The only people who knew that Jiang Shuyi had cooked raw porridge were Jiang Shuyi who had cooked raw rice in college and himself who ate that bowl of porridge.

Being able to talk about the incident that happened in between, it means that she knows that Jiang Shuyi is not this Jiang Shuyi anymore.

It also shows that he is her professor.

"I do not understand what you are saying."

Wen Yao repeated it.

She raised her head with a calm expression, and looked directly into Jiang Shuyi's eyes.

"..." Jiang Shuyi watched her subconsciously tighten her body, "Oh."

Wen Yao took a breath, and slowly put the spoon in front of her, "...the rice is going to be cold."

"Let's eat."

Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao's cold expression, nodded quietly and closed his mouth.

Both of them looked at the raw egg porridge and cold cucumber in front of them without saying a word.

Wen Yao slowly put the food into her mouth, she could feel from the corner of her eyes that Jiang Shuyi was looking at her motionless, raising her head once in a while.

Wen Yao lowered his gaze.

Jiang Shuyi lowered her head and put a mouthful of rice into her mouth, then stretched out her chopsticks to pick up the cucumber, she raised her head and looked at Wen Yao, then she stuttered, "I..."

She "I" for a long time, but nothing "I" came out, and suddenly her shoulders drooped as if she had figured it out.

She looked at Wen Yao helplessly, her head lowered lower and lower, until finally her face was ashes.

Looking at her expression, Wen Yao's eyes dimmed.

She quietly put down the bowl in her hand, and said politely, "...I'll go back to the door first."

Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao's back, and stopped eating porridge.

"...Have you stopped eating? You haven't eaten all day today, won't you feel uncomfortable if you don't eat?"

Jiang Shuyi looked at the porridge left in Wen Yao's bowl and asked.

Wen Yao glanced at her, "No."

She didn't really want to see Jiang Shuyi's face change anymore.

Jiang Shuyi nodded obediently when he heard her answer, "...OK."

--

At night, Jiang Shuyi knocked on the door of Wen Yao's room, "...I finished using the bathroom, you can use it now."

—Jiang Shuyi will knock on the door.

Wen Yao opened the door of the room expressionlessly.

Seeing her coming out, Jiang Shuyi shrank his neck, took the towel and walked towards the door of her own room.

Wen Yao looked at Jiang Shuyi who seemed to be planning to sleep alone, and pondered for a while, "Aren't you going to sleep together today?"

"..." Jiang Shuyi also raised her head in surprise, after a while, she lowered her head with a red face, her eyes dodged uneasily, her tongue was knotted,

"No, no."

When Wen Yao asked by herself, she also felt that what she said was very abrupt, but in fact, she originally thought that Jiang Shuyi would pounce on him immediately.

She was silent for a while, and finally said: "Really, I know."

Wen Yao quietly took her pajamas and walked to the bathroom.

--

"Wen Yao."

A familiar voice called her name, and Wen Yao turned her head quietly.

Jiang Shuyi was standing behind her.

Jiang Shuyi looked at her wrongedly, "You lied to me."

"I haven't." Wen Yao replied calmly.

"..." Jiang Shuyi looked at her without saying a word.

Wen Yao sighed, "I... just didn't explain it."

— She actually knew that it was all the same.

"Jiang Shuyi, but I didn't say anything at the time because..."

Wen Yao was stretching out her hand, and she began to explain in a calm tone as much as possible.

Jiang Shuyi pushed her hand away.

"..." Wen Yao twitched his fingers, looked at Jiang Shuyi without saying a word, and thought carefully about how to explain to the person in front of him.

However, in the next second, Jiang Shuyi began to wipe his eyes with his hands, "Professor, can you give me back my Wen Yao?"

"Your Wen Yao?"

Wen Yao read this word quietly, it was obviously his name, but he felt like he was reading some strange words.

"Yes, I don't want you, I want mine..."

"Take my..."

"Give me back my Wen Yao—" Jiang Shuyi cried until he couldn't make a sound.

Wen Yao opened his eyes, and he was still in the guest room of Jiang Shuyi's house.

"It's a dream." She sat up quietly.

—Although it is a dream, no one can guarantee that it is not a dream.

After washing up, she took a breath and pushed open the door of Jiang Shuyi's room. She planned to wake Jiang Shuyi up as usual.

Jiang Shuyi fell asleep on the bed, sleeping peacefully as usual, hugging the pillow she usually used, sleeping like a baby.

Words should be said sooner, and things should be done sooner.

— Now just wake up Jiang Shuyi, speak clearly, and then pack up his luggage and go back to his home.

She has heard enough love words from Jiang Shuyi, enjoyed many hugs and kisses from her, and experienced the feeling of happiness.

She clearly perceives that everything is not a dream, because she deeply understands that it is impossible for a dream to be so happy.

Therefore, no matter what Jiang Shuyi thinks, what he says, or what choice he makes, he should listen to it. This is Jiang Shuyi's right.

Although, she thought that as long as she was cautious enough, she could make this time door come later.

Wen Yao looked at Jiang Shuyi with his arms folded, and slowly stretched out his hand.

"Wen Yao..." Jiang Shuyi seemed to smell her pheromone, and called her name in his dream.

Wen Yao took his hand back.

--

Wen Yao looked at the wall clock in the classroom, then at Jiang Shuyi's position, and lowered his eyes.

A figure rushed into the classroom at once, and she glanced at Wen Yao who was standing on the podium collecting homework, "Teacher..."

Wen Yao quietly took a classmate's homework, and looked at Jiang Shuyi blankly.

"...Wen Yao." Jiang Shuyi called out.

Seeing that Wen Yao didn't answer, she called out again, "Wen Yao."

"I can hear you, Jiang Shuyi." Wen Yao quietly raised his head and replied.

Jiang Shuyi pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, "Why don't you get along with—"

"Boss Yi." Zhou Jingtang suddenly embraced Jiang Shuyi's shoulders from behind.

"How was your new year? Did you see the photo I sent you? When we set off fireworks at Song Jinxi's house..."

"Ah, I saw it - just wait a moment..." Jiang Shuyi glanced at Zhou Jingtang, and responded.

"We brought you delicious food back." Zhou Jingtang smiled and pulled Jiang Shuyi over,

"Look at this, do you like it very much..."

While coping with it, Jiang Shuyi looked in Wen Yao's direction from the other side.

Wen Yao was hanging her head, not knowing what she was thinking. After a while, she stood up, put her homework aside, and walked out indifferently.

--

Since the spring semester begins, grades will be held at their normal time.

Because their third-grade formal courses have long ended, the teachers of each subject will give a classroom test at the beginning of the class.

During the exam, Jiang Shuyi didn't say a few words to Wen Yao. After class, Zhou Jingtang and the others would come up to chat with her. Sometimes when she just wanted to go over to talk to Wen Yao, Wen Yao would go to the teacher silently. Office, or go to the Academic Affairs Office.

During the exam, Jiang Shuyi looked over to Wen Yao's side several times, and the people there were also writing the paper with a blank expression, like flowing water.

"..."

At first Jiang Shuyi thought that it was just a coincidence that she didn't talk to Wen Yao, but later, she discovered that Wen Yao was avoiding her.

Wen Yao always got up earlier than herself to go to school in the morning, and disappeared from school at some point, and never got the chance to talk to her.

For the first time, she discovered that two people live in the same place, as long as they are willing, they can live without meeting each other at all.

After school, Jiang Shuyi returned home and opened the shoe cabinet.

Wen Yao's shoes have been put away, Jiang Shuyi quietly took out his own slippers and put them on.

Going home every day recently, the first thing she does is to check whether the shoes in Wen Yao's shoe cabinet are still there.

Jiang Shuyi finished his dinner, walked up the stairs quietly, and turned to Wen Yao's door.

There was no light in the crack of the door, as if there was no one inside, but Jiang Shuyi was sure that Wen Yao was inside.

Jiang Shuyi knocked on Wen Yao's door three times.

There was no reply from inside.

In the past few days, even if Jiang Shuyi knocked on the door of Wen Yao's room, she pretended not to be there.

"professor."

Jiang Shuyi took a deep breath, "Have you been eating properly recently?"

"Where do you eat lunch now? I can't even find you..."

"I looked in the refrigerator and thought you didn't seem to have eaten dinner. If you go on like this, your health will get worse..."

Jiang Shuyi leaned against the doorway and said slowly: "Recently, I finally got better physically."

Wen Yao sat in the dark, looking at the crack of the door

"...Well, professor," Jiang Shuyi pulled the doorknob, and the door was locked tightly, "I want to talk to you, okay?"

Wen Yao still didn't reply.

After waiting for a while, Jiang Shuyi couldn't hear the reply from the people inside, so he sighed,

"It's okay if you don't want to talk..."

"It's just that if you're hungry, just take out the food from the refrigerator and eat it hot..." Jiang Shuyi said in a low voice.

"I'm a little worried that you're going to get sick."

Wen Yao leaned against the door of the room, heard Jiang Shuyi's footsteps going away, and sighed slowly.

She has always been the one who does today's things today, and she doesn't understand what she is procrastinating now.

In her heart, because she is ready, it is not impossible to separate.

Just thinking of this, a lot of questions would pop up in her heart.

What if I can't fall asleep?

What if he fell asleep and dreamed about Jiang Shuyi?

What if you wake up from the dream?

—If I miss Jiang Shuyi...what should I do?

--

As the graduation season approaches, the frequency of meetings of the faculty group of University H has become higher.

Professor Wen walked up the stairs after the meeting, and wanted to go back to the laboratory to put away the documents before leaving.

In order not to make any mistakes, she never took important documents home.

The lights in the research room were still on, and a human voice came from inside.

She looked at her watch and planned to put down the documents and leave. She just put her hand on the doorknob when she realized that the human voice she heard just now was crying.

She frowned slightly, feeling a little troublesome, so she turned around and planned to go downstairs with the documents in her arms.

But before he turned around, he heard the familiar voice of aggrieved Baba coming from the research room.

"Professor Wen, why are you so inhuman..."

Wen Yao's footsteps stopped.

The people inside were just sobbing at first, blowing their noses with tissues without saying anything, and they didn't say what they were crying for.

Wen Yao leaned against the door and folded her arms in annoyance.

The person inside slowly burst into hiccups from crying, "Why do you always treat me so badly..."

"Why do you delay me alone—"

The person inside picked up a tissue and wiped his nose again, but found that the tissue was not enough, so he took out the white coat he was wearing in the research room and wiped it.

Wen Yao watched her wipe her nose with a white coat, took off her glasses and pressed the corners of her eyes.

After ten minutes, Jiang Shuyi was tired from crying, and fell asleep lying on the table in the research room.

Wen Yao pushed the door open and put the documents in the drawer. She pulled out the chair and sat where she usually sat and glanced at Jiang Shuyi.

After a while, he slowly got up, picked up the coat at hand, stretched out his hand to cover Jiang Shuyi's body...

Coincidentally, the jacket stuck to the sleeve of Jiang Shuyi's white coat.

— scrapped.

Wen Yao shook his head and walked out of the research room.