Chapter 390: Youth Fires Burn Bright

“By the way, Jiang Qin, I just saw your ID. Were you born in May?”

Gao Wenhui suddenly remembered a detail while they were eating, so he asked.

Jiang Qin’s mind wandered, and he only heard Gao Wenhui’s voice mentioning the birth in May, thinking about how that could still count as a birth.

Wang Haini was a bit surprised: “Born in May? Really? Jiang, you are younger than me. I was born at the end of April.”

“Being younger isn’t the issue. The key point is Feng Nanshu was born in February. This means Jiang Qin isn’t an elder brother but a younger brother, and Nanshu isn’t a younger sister but an elder sister.”

Feng Nanshu, still preoccupied with her phone case, suddenly looked up: “Jiang Qin is an elder brother. I like calling him that.”

Gao Wenhui put down his chopsticks: “But you are actually his elder sister. Isn’t that a bit exciting?”

“What can an elder sister do?”

“Younger sisters listen to elder brothers, so younger brothers should listen to elder sisters.”

Feng Nanshu turned to Jiang Qin: “Jiang Qin, show your elder sister the phone case.”

As soon as she finished speaking, her head was patted, her pretentious expression vanished, replaced by a demure look as if nothing had happened.

However, a curious young girl’s curiosity does not fade with time, especially one with an exceptional memory. So, during their time together, she would often suddenly ask, “Brother, put it on, let me see,” stirring feelings of rebellion.

And a rebellious girl tends to cling to what you forbid her from doing.

By June, temperatures gradually climbed to unprecedented levels, and university students began wearing increasingly thinner clothes.

Feng Nanshu sometimes wore shorts or skirts. When held, it became quite provocative, not just because of her delicate, soft body but also due to her fidgety behavior.

After all, she was no longer naive, with a vague impression in her mind after holidays full of explosive facts and elf science, then she’d collapse softly into Jiang Qin’s arms, slightly whimpering.

Understanding isn’t vast, but it isn’t absent either; she had her guesses.

Remember, the former rich little girl had no friends, no social life. She entertained herself mainly through wild imaginations.

In this regard, Feng Nanshu’s imagination was several levels above others, even if the little tiger suffered, recently showing some signs of wear.

On the evening of the 10th, as the summer heat persisted, the old fan began its squeaky rotations. Gao Wenhui sprawled in a chair watching “Summer Bubble,” while Wang Haini approached the balcony with a plate and peeked inside.

Tall and slender Feng Nanshu stood at the sink, her petite legs smooth and toned, her small hands earnestly scrubbing the clothes, her cute face bearing a serious expression.

“Nanshu, are you done washing? I have a camisole to wash.”

“Wait a moment, Haini. I’m not done yet.”

“I wet my pants again,” whispered Feng Nanshu, unheard by anyone.

After finishing with the washing, Feng Nanshu dashed back to the dorm, opening her diary to record her mood for the day.

Held by Jiang Qin for two hours—Jiang Qin, Jiang Qin, Jiang Qin…

She tore all her diaries from before high school. Looking forward, it seemed her life was filled only with Jiang Qin—a monotony to others but thrilling for her.

As long as Jiang Qin’s name appeared in the diary, that day was perfect in her eyes.

A reborn Jiang Qin changed his life because of Feng Nanshu, and her life was filled with hope because of his presence.

As days passed, Linchuan’s temperature kept rising. The air conditioner in Room 208 was working non-stop, its cool breeze bringing a hint of unseasonal chill, making everyone in the office refreshed.

However, Wen Jinrui found it odd not understanding why the hotter it got, the thicker the boss’s pants became, feeling as if it was summer on top and winter below.

“Jinrui, organize the recent work reports from the last period and leave them on my desk. I want to see them tomorrow.”

“All of them?”

“Not all, just the ones about the exclusive signing with the group-buying team.”

“Okay, boss.”

Jiang Qin adjusted his clothes, announced the end of the workday, and then ran to Feng Nanshu’s dormitory to lead her out for a hug.

It was sometimes inconvenient to go to the Maple Woods, especially after two rainstorms, as the mosquitoes at Wangyue Lake had gone into a breeding frenzy, increasing the number of red bumps on young couples’ bodies who frequented the area. Thus, they found many new secluded spots around Linchuan University.

Like the alley behind the cafeteria, empty classrooms in the academic buildings, the piano room in the north building of the academy supermarket, and a dark corner behind the bicycle friends, and the old notorious spot, Room 207.

But the sofa in Room 207 was leather, not very breathable. After sitting there a few times in thick pants, Jiang Qin felt like heat rash was about to explode.

This situation continued until the end of June when a casual remark by Feng Nanshu dramatically shifted the scenario.

That day was the anniversary celebration at the teaching center. The entire school was covered with banners, and it was evident that Gu Chunlei valued this event highly, having invested significantly.

For three consecutive days, the grass, the sports fields, and under the street lamps, the speakers blocked any other sound as they broadcasted the anniversary of the teaching center.

As one of Linchuan University’s most prominent figures, Jiang Qin was warmly invited, with students from the teaching center personally delivering his invitation.

The group-buying market was severely chaotic, the situation unclear, especially the plight of the capital, which left everyone unsure about each other’s strength. So, for two solid months, no website gained an advantage, the only real beneficiaries were the consumers.

Jiang Qin hadn’t been focusing on it; staring too long hadn’t done any good. A small round of capital influx needed only one final result to be understood.

So, that evening, he took Feng Nanshu to the teaching center for a show.

Just before entering, the teaching center even handed out glow sticks to create an atmosphere, though they were small ones, not the big variety.

Feng Nanshu received a pink glow stick and after staring at it for a long while, suddenly looked up: “Brother, this looks like your spare phone.”

“?????”

Little rich girl, unaware of the critical strike she had just made, flicked the switch and started dancing towards the stage with the glowing stick.

Jiang Qin was suddenly furious, thinking to himself that he wore thick clothing to protect her, fearing she might get scared. Sometimes he even padded his legs with an extra coat. Her words were heartless. Did she not understand this could hurt a good friend?

Little do girls understand the world, but brandish their innocence and cuteness, displaying a kind of arrogance.

Consequently, in the following days, Jiang Qin simply wore shorts—shorter and thinner clothes—shocking the little rich girl to her core.

Ha ha ha, Jiang Qin felt like a villain, almost bursting into an evil cackle.

After laughing, though, he was silent for a while, then tightened his hold around Feng Nanshu’s waist, inhaling her scent, which was as refreshing as lilies after rain, feeling joyous and at peace, almost wishing to melt her into his being.

Jiang Qin likes me today—Jiang Qin, Jiang Qin, Jiang Qin…

After returning to the dorm, Feng Nanshu sat at her desk, switched on her little lamp, and decided to write in her diary first before moving to the balcony to wash her clothes.

“Strange, why has Nanshu been washing clothes daily lately?”

“I don’t know, maybe because it’s summer.”

Gao Wenhui just grunted, turned on the desk fan, crossed her legs, and switched back to watching “Summer Bubble.”

Meanwhile, Young Master Cao returned to dorm 302, planning to wash his clothes after stripping them off. But when he reached for his detergent on the balcony, he found it unexpectedly empty.

“Damn, who used my detergent?”

Most college students still used washing powder, like Tide or Biang, while products like Blue Moon detergent were considered premium. This bottle cost over twenty bucks, and he remembered it being half full last time.

Zhou Chao set aside his pirated web novel: “Not me, I’m too lazy to wash clothes.”

Ren Zi’ang also peeked from his bed: “Not me either. You know I usually save up laundry for the weekend and wash everything in one go at the laundry room for a dollar.”

Cao Guangyu turned his sharp gaze to Jiang Qin: “Old Jiang, do you know what happened to my detergent?”

“No clue. What’s detergent?” Jiang Qin remained unflustered.

Cao Guangyu sniffed around his bed and suddenly widened his eyes: “Damn, it was you!”

“Based on what?”

“This is classic lavender from Blue Moon. I can’t mistake this scent. Washing powder doesn’t smell like this!”

Jiang Qin knew he couldn’t deny it anymore and gave in: “Yeah, I used a bit. We’re all good brothers, don’t be so petty.”

“But I still had half a bottle! You can’t drink it that fast, can you?”

Jiang Qin glared back: “I’ve been washing clothes daily lately.”

Cao Guangyu frowned: “Why? You never used to wash clothes yourself.”

“Sometimes you only need to wash one piece, but then you think it’s easier to wash everything, so after much thought, you end up washing all your stuff, which uses a lot of detergent.”

“?????”