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"Please don't play any games, Professor Song."
Before he reached the mansion, Lu Xing, ever the pragmatist, offered a prayer to the heavens.
"Jade Emperor, Tathagata Buddha, Jesus, anyone will do, as long as it works. Please just bless me today."
He was truly afraid that Professor Song might pull more of her "fancy tricks." Two visits ago, she had asked him to hit her. Last time, it was a yacht and fireworks.
Professor Song was like a child who knew she had done something wrong. She wanted to make up for it because of her guilty conscience, but since she had no experience, she kept hitting a wall.
"But what does that have to do with me?"
Lu Xing entered the courtyard but did not see Song Junzhu anywhere.
Compared to his last visit, there was a new swing in the courtyard, swaying in the gentle breeze. The courtyard was becoming more lively by the day.
Lu Xing glanced at the swing, thinking that Professor Song was actually quite a "girly girl" now.
He opened the door and entered the house. The interior was silent.
When he saw the scene in the spacious living room, Lu Xing was stunned. He even wondered for a moment if he was still in the country.
"Huh?"
"Was this place robbed?"
"This isn't America. It can't be a shooting every day, right?"
(TL: America catching strays.)
On the table in the middle of the room sat a computer in sleep mode. Next to the computer were teetering stacks of documents and books.
Various papers were scattered across the carpet, and there were even several massive volumes piled up.
The entire living room looked like it had been ransacked, but the chaos was filled with the power of knowledge!
Lu Xing took two steps closer, weighed a thick book in his hand, and murmured.
"Who said a scholar is useless?"
"These books could kill a person just by smashing them!"
Finding no sign of Professor Song, Lu Xing went to the table and prepared to pick up the books that had fallen on the floor.
He touched one book and stopped.
"This doesn't feel right."
Lu Xing gave it a couple of squeezes.
"Mmm..."
A muffled hum came from the pile of books. Lu Xing's scalp tingled.
Holy f*ck!
Lu Xing immediately pushed aside the messy stacks and finally saw the person lying quietly on the carpet.
The saying "There is a beauty like jade in the books" was clearly no lie.
Song Junzhu's eyes were tightly closed in fatigue. Her fair skin made the dark circles under her eyes from staying up late look even more prominent.
Her brow was furrowed and her thin lips were tightly pursed. The silk pajama shorts she was wearing were decorated with a circle of intricate lace. Her two long legs were pressed together, and there were a few bruises on her fair, slender skin.
Unaware of her surroundings, Song Junzhu had buried her face in the pile of books. A strand of dark curly hair fell on her chest, trembling with the rhythm of her breathing.
Lu Xing couldn't hold back his thoughts.
"Are you using this to test a cadre?"
Lu Xing glanced at the documents on the table. On the computer was a piece of paper filled with formulas and numbers. The writing really looked like the sheet music on Xia Yeshuang's piano.
He couldn't imagine how many all nighters this Professor Song had pulled.
"A person who is more outstanding than me is also working harder than me. Then what is the point of me working hard?"
"I might as well just give up!"
(TL: 开摆 (kāi bǎi) is slang for "letting it rot" or giving up.)
Even as he said that, Lu Xing still went to find the first aid kit. He realized the bruises on Professor Song's legs were likely from being hit by the falling books.
Plop.
A book on the table finally lost its balance. After teetering for a long time, it fell heavily to the ground.
"Ugh..."
Lu Xing looked at Song Junzhu in shock.
"I think I know where the bruises on your legs came from."
Lu Xing immediately walked to the table and started tidying up the documents and books.
"Sis, you might be sleeping well, but your ancestor's head is about to be smashed into the floor."
It was a close call that no thick books had fallen on Song Junzhu's head. Books are truly an excellent murder weapon. You can smash someone's head or use the sharp pages to cut a hand.
As Lu Xing tidied up the materials, various memes flew through his mind. He found that amusing oneself was a useful skill.
"Hmph, hmph, hmph..."
After clearing the desktop, Lu Xing began to bend down to tidy up the books around Song Junzhu.
There were books on her waist, on her arms, and even under her neck as a pillow. She really looked like a fairy who had popped out of a book.
Lu Xing fell into deep thought.
[Question: Should I move Song Junzhu to the bedroom?]
[Answer: This carpet costs six figures, which is more advanced than an ordinary mattress. There is no discomfort in lying on it. Also, Song Junzhu is a light sleeper. If someone like her is disturbed, she will only fall into a frenzy.]
In summary.
"Just let her sleep like this."
Hehe.
He didn't have to carry Song Junzhu to the bedroom like a princess.
"Saved some effort again, bro."
Lu Xing adjusted the indoor temperature, then took a blanket and gently placed it over Song Junzhu's navel.
Covering the navel was his only persistence.
After doing all this, Lu Xing took a test paper and sat on the rocking chair by the floor to ceiling window to start writing.
About an hour and a half later.
Lu Xing noticed that Song Junzhu subconsciously moved her leg, so he immediately got up to pour water.
"Mmm..."
Song Junzhu slowly opened her eyes and stared blankly at the expensive chandelier.
Brain loading...
"How did I fall asleep here?"
After her brain restarted, the first thing Song Junzhu did was look for her glasses.
"Here."
A gentle voice sounded, and then a pair of gold rimmed glasses was in Song Junzhu's palm.
"Good morning, Professor Song."
Song Junzhu looked up and saw the gentleness in Lu Xing's eyes, along with the honey water on the table which was at the perfect temperature.
As if infected by his mood, she also subconsciously curved her lips.
"Good morning."
It was strange. So strange.
Song Junzhu sat on the carpet, hugging her two long, fair legs, holding the honey water and drinking it in small sips.
Looking at her like this, Lu Xing felt like a saint who had successfully enlightened all living beings. The "psycho" Professor Song had been reformed by him into this obedient version.
Lu Xing wiped non existent tears from the corners of his eyes, feeling moved.
Taming a mad dog was truly exhausting. He could finally live a good life.
Seeing Song Junzhu drinking water, Lu Xing brought the first aid kit over and sat beside her.
"Professor Song, stretch out your leg."
"Huh?"
Song Junzhu was taken aback, her stunning peach blossom eyes filled with a daze, but she still stretched out one leg.
Lu Xing laughed with exasperation.
[Good news: Professor Song has been reformed.]
[Bad news: Her IQ has also dropped.]
"The other leg, Professor Song. Your leg was bruised by the books."
"Oh."
Song Junzhu's ears turned bright red. She stretched out her other leg and placed it in Lu Xing's hand.
On the surface, she was calm, but her hand was tightly gripping the carpet.
Lu Xing held her ankle to steady it and skillfully treated the wound. At the same time, he chatted to relieve her nervousness.
"Professor Song, you should at least lie on the sofa next time. I saw a book fall from the table just now. It sounded painful..."
Listening to his chattering, Song Junzhu stared at his lips. She didn't hear a single word he was saying.
"I am not usually like this. The project in the capital is stalled. I have to go and analyze where the problem is."
Song Junzhu saw that Lu Xing looked genuinely worried. Although she didn't know if his concern was real or fake, she explained anyway.
Lu Xing nodded in understanding. He never thought Song Junzhu was just a "vase." Although Psycho Song was ruthless to others, she was even more ruthless to herself.
"There is a problem with the project. My flight is tomorrow night. I have to go back to the capital."
Song Junzhu continued her report to Lu Xing. She should have left a long time ago, but these last two days were a rare opportunity to spend time with him.
She couldn't bear to leave. So she had raced against time, forcing herself to work just to have this moment with Lu Xing.
Lu Xing immediately replied.
"I will see you off at the airport."
Song Junzhu let out a laugh, her eyes tracing Lu Xing's face.
"You can't even drive. What is the point of you seeing me off?"
[Alert!]
If you immediately say "Then I won't go," then congratulations. You are OUT!
Lu Xing said sincerely.
"I don't know how long you will be gone. We might not see each other for a long time. Let me see you off. I can always take a taxi back."
Hehe. And by the way, he could subtly find out how long Song Junzhu would be gone!
Hearing Lu Xing's words, Song Junzhu was taken aback, her peach blossom eyes sparkling.
"Okay. We will go by car. I will have someone send you back."
Lu Xing nodded obediently. Yes! Saved another taxi fare. Awesome!
Song Junzhu spoke again.
"I don't know how long I will be gone."
"The property management knows you. I have told them. You can live in this house anytime. The environment here is very good and safe."
"I will be far away in the capital. If you have any problems, I might not be able to manage them."
"I have a friend in Haicheng who is a doctor. You can go to her directly if you have any trouble."
Song Junzhu chattered on, afraid she had forgotten something. In Haicheng, the person she trusted most was Zhang Yue. She felt at ease entrusting Lu Xing to her.
"That friend of mine is a very good person. Do you want to meet her and get to know her?"
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