Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

Where Are You Going? (3)

At the edge of the lake was a large tree with a massive canopy like the large acacia tree in their Experimental No. 3, with soft cushions specially laid by the park underneath for people to lie on.

None of the girls were there and the only people coming along were Fu Songhua, Fang Li, Bai Jing, and the others. The guys found a few cushions close by and laid down, looking at the turquoise leaves above their heads and the faint flickers of light through the leaves.

It was a quiet afternoon and a rare moment of relaxation from the mountains of books they always had to deal with. With the tendency to be lazy after eating, the teenagers lay side by side in some rare silence.

Fu Songhua quietly stretched out his arm and pulled Fang Li’s head over so that he could rest comfortably on it while Qin Yuan and Ruan Qingmu’s hands were silently linked next to each other.

Bai Jing suddenly opened his mouth. “Hey, what major does everyone want to apply for the college entrance exam? Have you guys thought about it?”

This was a serious small question and no one answered immediately for a while.

After a long time, Huang Ya spoke first. “My grades are barely enough. After thinking about it, it seems that something like marketing or electronic commerce is very common among students. Maybe this? What about you, Bai Jing?”

Bai Jing mulled it over in his head. “I want to study journalism.”

“Eh? Isn’t that liberal arts?”

Bai Jing had obviously done his homework. “There are a few related majors that combine arts and science, such as some that integrate with computers, like big data communication or something like that.”

“That’s excellent. Bai Jing, you’d definitely succeed in being a paparazzi.”

Bai Jing kicked the boy in the shins. “Not to become a journalist but to study the data behind the scenes.”

Ohh! So is this the true nature of the owner of Langya Pavilion, the behind-the-scenes boss with a detached point of view and controlling the Jianghu?”

“Hahaha!” When everyone was laughing, someone cued Fang Li, “Xiao-Fang Fang, what will you major in the future?”

Fang Li replied in a whisper, “I will probably participate in the art exam.”

At this point, everyone was slightly shocked. “What? You’re a science student, ah. Isn’t the procedure for art students’ college entrance exams different from ours?”

Fang Li pursed his lips and spoke softly. “Yes. I have to sign up for the art exam in October. When the time comes, I will take part in the provincial exams before going to the other city to try for the specialty school’s exam.”

Ruan Qingmu was also slightly baffled and turned his head to look at him. “Are you taking the dance major?”

Fang Li was slightly shy. “Mm. My mom asked someone to find an art school teacher to look at me, saying I don’t have enough structured training, but my basic skills are still solid and I haven’t gone awry.”

After all, he had spent most of his childhood in the practice room, watching the provincial troupe’s dancers and being instructed by former top professional performers, including his mother.

Fu Songhua waved his hand excitedly. “Mm. We can get into military art or central opera!”

Fang Li was amused by him. “It’s impossible. Only one student gets in out of thousands. They are all real prodigies who have been training hard for over ten years since childhood.”

When it came to dancing, it wasn’t enough to have talent. You had to practice hard for more than ten hours a day, day after day.

“But, there are many art academies in the country and they all accept people.” He mustered up the courage. “Not everyone can be the main performer, but backup dancers or something like that is all good and a pleasure to be a part of.”

Ruan Qingmu smiled. “Mm. Fang Li, what you said is right. As long as you do the things you like, it’s already the best.”

Bai Jing called out the other names again. “Old Fu, what about you? Your grades are so good.”

Fu Songhua thought about it. “I don’t care. Anyway, I can choose as I wish with my grades, whether 985* or 211*. I can take my time to pick something like rail transportation, electrical engineering, or biomedicine.”

*T/N: Project 985: The purpose of Project 985 is to create elite universities from the 39 universities under the 211 Project. It also aims to promote international cooperation and exchange, and attract international students.

*T/N: Project 211: Project 211 is an education initiative that started in 1995. The project has funded over 100 Chinese universities with the purpose of elevating them to international academic standards by the end of the 21st century. All the universities in this project are high-ranking in China and the world. They have the best teaching equipment and are internationally recognized for their research contributions.

“Tch~~Keep boasting!” A few people jeered.

But this was indeed the truth. According to Fu Songhua’s recent rapid progress in the top five of the whole grade, he could indeed walk sideways* through the college entrance examination.

*T/N: Meaning he could walk around arrogantly and do as he pleases.

“What about Boss Qin? You got so many provincial and national competition awards, many schools are already considering you, right?”

The mottled light jumped on the youths’ faces. Qin Yuan closed his eyes leisurely, sounding calm. “Finance-related or business management. Both have a combination of arts and science.”

“Ohh, right! The class monitor’s family has a mine. Hahaha!”

Huang Ya then yelled through the crowd, “Ruan-ge, what about you? Have you thought about it?”

Ruan Qingmu was stunned. “… Ah, I haven’t decided. I also don’t care.”

His grades should be enough to get into a good university. But in the last year, it would be impossible for him to achieve a score comparable to Qin Yuan’s and get into the top school.

Anyway, he would go wherever Qin Yuan went. He would definitely be in the same city if not in one school. He would follow him, stick to him, and unless Qin Yuan wanted to let go, he wouldn’t let go.

No. Even if this man fucking wanted to let go, he would harass and chase him back. Would he let go after living two lives?

Beside him, Qin Yuan’s hand holding his suddenly clenched tighter as if he could tell he was a little uneasy.

Everyone was lying down and could not see anyone else’s expressions or faces.

Only Ruan Qingmu silently turned his head and looked at Qin Yuan’s calm and handsome side profile. His heart was both sour and soft at the same time.

The images in his mind from the passionate kiss a few moments ago went by like a lightning bolt, causing his heart to throb with pain.

He quietly moved toward Qin Yuan like a little oversized baby silkworm, moved his mouth to Qin Yuan’s ear, and blew out hot air like little caterpillar spikes, teasing his earlobes.

“Don’t worry. Wherever you go, I will go to the same place as you. When the time comes, we will be eighteen years old. Let’s move out… and rent an apartment together.”