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The sea breeze brushed against Lu Xing's face. The huge fireworks illuminated his indifferent expression, leaving it with nowhere to hide.
Before, Song Junzhu's abnormalities were exceptionally clear in his mind.
'Why?'
Why did Song Junzhu say she wanted to send him abroad to university?
'Why?'
Why was Song Junzhu suddenly willing to condescend to tutor him?
'Why?'
Why was Song Junzhu willing to let him hit her?
'Why do all these things?'
This was Haicheng Port. He didn't even dare to think about the price of a yacht. He didn't know how much it would cost to set off a fireworks display here.
But Song Junzhu just did it.
The brilliant glow of the fireworks in the sky was reflected on the water's surface, the sparkling water reflecting a myriad of colors.
And now.
Song Junzhu was standing so close to him. He could almost feel the breathy sound of her voice when she spoke.
Lu Xing wasn't slow. He sensed a subtle feeling.
In summary.
Song Junzhu had fallen for him.
No.
It should be said, Song Junzhu had fallen for the professional simp, Lu Xing.
Lu Xing lowered his eyes, no longer looking at the expensive fireworks and performance.
'Professor Song, I can't act for you for a lifetime.'
'You should wake up.'
Where on earth...
Where did it start to go wrong?
The vast memories in Lu Xing's mind began to rapidly rewind. From which day did Professor Song start to act strangely?
"I want to say..."
Song Junzhu paused for a moment. Her intuition, which had always been a hundred percent accurate, kicked in again.
At this moment, her intuition was warning her with extreme intensity: Don't say it, don't say it. If you say it, you will definitely lose the most precious thing!
The word "love" was already on the tip of her tongue. Song Junzhu once again chose to trust her intuition and changed her words.
"...I'm sorry."
"I want to apologize to you. I'm sorry, I was not good to you before."
Phew—
Lu Xing, for a rare moment, didn't care about his professional integrity and let out a very obvious sigh of relief.
Good!
So good!
Lu Xing lowered his eyes, held the wrist of the hand Song Junzhu had placed on his shoulder, and said sincerely.
"You weren't, Professor Song. I know you're upset in your heart. This is a way to vent. It's okay. I'm willing. I've never blamed you. It's not your fault."
"The fireworks are very beautiful, the yacht is also very beautiful, and the sea breeze is very comfortable. Professor Song, thank you. Thank you for being willing to do these things for me."
The always proud Professor Song had used up her lifetime's quota of apologies on Lu Xing.
Song Junzhu stared blankly at the fireworks in the sky, Lu Xing's soothing words in her ear. She suddenly thought.
'A yacht, dinner, fireworks, a confession.'
What's the difference between her and that school prince whose head she had smashed before?
Had Lu Xing ever said he liked her?
Yes.
He had said it thousands of times.
But among these thousands of times, how many were sincere?
If she had really confessed just now, then what would Lu Xing do? What would he feel?
Would he be scared?
Song Junzhu lowered her head and forced a smile.
She seemed to have messed things up.
...
Returning home at night.
Song Junzhu, who had said she would quit drinking, took out a long-unused wine glass and red wine and got herself drunk.
Lu Xing still had to drag her to give her a bath.
"Aiya, Professor Song, don't move around. You'll fall."
"What will happen if I fall?" Professor Song, after getting drunk, was a little slurred. Lu Xing couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Lu Xing had a conversation with the drunkard with great interest. "If you fall and hit your head, you'll transmigrate."
Song Junzhu's eyes were dazed. "I want to transmigrate."
"Oh~~~ then does Professor Song want to transmigrate to the steam age and start the industrial era?" Lu Xing thought, she loves to study so much, wouldn't she want to see those scientific giants?
"No, no."
Song Junzhu's eyes were straight. She saw the Lu Xing in front of her split into three people. She randomly grabbed one Lu Xing and said, slurring.
"I want to go back, I want to go back to six months ago!"
Hiss—
Lu Xing looked down at where Song Junzhu's hand was placed and rolled his eyes.
'Damn it.'
Did you install a GPS? The positioning is so accurate.
He pushed Song Junzhu's hand away, washed her clean, and pretended not to have heard what she said.
'Six months ago?'
Six months ago was the day the two of them met.
Professor Song, what do you want to do?
Isn't it good like this?
You go abroad, I return to a peaceful life.
Lu Xing put a bathrobe on the fragrant-smelling Song Junzhu and placed her on the bed.
He adjusted the indoor temperature and covered her with a quilt.
The sleeping Professor Song was far from having her usual attack power, but her features were still exquisite and bright.
Lu Xing stared at her lips, thought for a moment, and then found a lip balm.
After applying the lip balm, Lu Xing twisted open a bottle of water and placed it where she could easily reach it.
"Goodnight, Professor Song."
Lu Xing turned off the light and no longer recited those love confessions.
On the way back, he had been tracing the root of the problem, where it had gone wrong.
He had found it.
It was that day when Song Junzhu was drunk, and he had recited love confessions from the internet to her by the bed for a long time.
Perhaps...
'Song Junzhu wasn't in a coma at that time?'
...
Guest Room.
Thanks to Miss Song Junzhu for leaving him a quite perfect bedroom.
Lu Xing lay on the recliner by the window, scrolling through the trending topics. The top story was the fireworks show at Haicheng Port.
At the very, very end...
Expensive fireworks filled the entire sky, forming the shape of "LOVE."
Lu Xing let out a laugh and closed the trending topics.
'Professor Song, thankfully you didn't say it. Otherwise, I might not be able to lie here so peacefully.'
Until eleven o'clock.
"Hmm? Why isn't Liu Qingqing sending the script?"
Lu Xing sent a question mark with confusion.
Liu Qingqing on the other end directly made a call, which caught Lu Xing quite off guard.
He adjusted his voice.
"Hello? What's wrong, Qingqing?"
Liu Qingqing on the other end let out a light laugh.
"We're not reading the script today."
'Huh?'
Not reading the script?
Lu Xing scratched his head. Then they can't just chat dryly here, right?
So he said.
"Then shall I sing you a song, Qingqing?"
Liu Qingqing laughed, her voice revealing a lightness.
"No need."
"I've fallen in love with a boy."
Ah...
Lu Xing nodded. "Then do you need to end the contract?"
"No."
Liu Qingqing refused very decisively.
"I want to ask you, do you have any way to help me pursue him?"
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