Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

The high-speed train entered Yuhang Station smoothly, and the noise and crowds on the platform instantly came.

Yu Guichen naturally took Nan Xiang's luggage, holding the suitcase with one hand and protecting her side with the other, and walked through the crowd to escort her all the way to the station entrance.

The shadows of the sycamore trees on both sides of the road swayed in the twilight, reminding us that the holiday was coming to an end.

"Just send it here,"

Nan Xiang stopped, took the suitcase handle, and looked up at him.

The bright light from the station entrance fell on his handsome face and also fell into her clear eyes.

"Gui Chen, thank you so much for these days."

There was sincere gratitude in his voice, but also a hint of reluctance to see this short journey end.

Yu Guichen stood in front of her, his figure tall and straight, casting a reassuring shadow among the crowd.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed intently on her face, with a calmness that was reassuring.

"Nanxiang,"

He pronounced her name clearly, his deep voice with a unique rhythm that easily touched her heartstrings.

"Be careful on your way. Let me know when you get to the dorm."

He maintained just the right amount of propriety, without any unnecessary body movements, but at the moment when Nan Xiang was about to turn around and walk towards the security check channel, he smoothly took out his cell phone from his casual pants pocket.

He didn't do anything, but just unlocked the screen very naturally, clicked on the WeChat QR code business card interface, and then handed the phone screen steadily to her.

The light from the screen illuminated his deep peach blossom eyes, as well as the QR code belonging to "Harmony with the Light and Dust" waiting to be scanned.

"My WeChat,"

He looked into her eyes, a gentle but unquestionable arc appeared on the corner of his lips, his voice was low and clear, with a gentle dominance,

"Add now. I'll watch you pass, and then you go in."

Not a request, but an arrangement.

The look in his eyes was frank and determined, as if saying: Adding me is the next logical step without hesitation.

Nan Xiang's heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks quickly turned a thin layer of red under the bright light at the station entrance.

His direct actions and matter-of-fact tone caught her off guard, but she was inexplicably drawn to his confidence.

She looked at the screen of the phone he handed to her, looked at the elegant name "He Guang Tong Chen", and took out her own phone with trembling fingertips.

The "beep" sound of scanning the code is particularly clear amid the surrounding noise.

A prompt pops up indicating that the friend request was sent successfully.

Yu Guichen's eyes did not leave her phone screen, and she waited patiently.

A few seconds later, his phone screen lit up and a notification chime rang softly. He tapped the screen with his slender fingers.

"A Little Orange" has become your friend.

Seeing the confirmation message pop up on the screen, the curve of Yu Guichen's lips deepened, and the smile in his eyes spread out gently and contentedly like the surface of a lake where a stone was thrown.

He then took back his phone, his voice filled with a sense of relief:

"Okay. Go in, and be careful on the road."

He stepped aside to make way for her, looking at her gently with silent urging and protection.

Nan Xiang clutched her phone. The brand-new "Harmony with the Light and Dust" dialog box on the screen seemed to still carry the warmth of her fingertips. She nodded, the heat still lingering in her cheeks, her voice trembling slightly but crystal clear:

"Yeah! I...I'll tell you when I get to school!"

She pulled her suitcase, turned around in a panic and excitement, swiped her card and passed through the gate.

When the gate closed and she was about to walk into the waiting hall, she couldn't help but look back.

Yu Guichen remained standing, his figure erect as a pine tree. Across the endless stream of people, his gaze accurately caught her gaze returning his own. He nodded slightly, the gentle smile on his lips like a frozen image, clearly imprinted in her eyes and etched into her heart.

He didn't turn around until her figure completely disappeared at the end of the escalator leading to the platform, and then he blended into the night with steady steps.

After the hustle and bustle of May Day fades away, the lives of teacher trainees are once again filled with schoolwork, internship reports and bulky books on education.

Life seemed to be back on track, but the air in dormitory 318 was quietly filled with a sweetness that was different from the past.

In the pinned WeChat dialog box, the name "Heguangtongchen" lies quietly at the top.

Sharing becomes natural:

A Little Orange: [A photo of a sunset glow] Does it look like an overturned palette? I saw this after class.

Heguangtongchen: More like the paint you spilled in yesterday's lab class. Location?

A Little Orange: ...the top floor of the library! [Angry.jpg]

Heguangtongchen: Hmm, nice view. Come down for dinner?

Whenever Nan Xiang looked at her phone screen with her lips unconsciously raised or typed quickly, she would always be noticed by her roommates.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk,"

Xu Yihan bit her apple and came over to glance at Nan Xiang's lit phone screen.

"'Like the dust of the world'? Xiangxiang, you've been clutching your phone all day, your mouth almost reaching your ears. Are you really into this 'online romance' with Dr. Yu?"

Yuan Qingtang raised his head from the book, smiled gently and joked:

"Yes, Xiangxiang, it seems that Doctor Yu cares about you so much that he even cares about what you eat."

Gong Hongyue put down the professional book in her hand, and swept her eyes across Nan Xiang's flushed face. She raised the corners of her lips meaningfully and said concisely:

"Well, there is a situation."

The look in his eyes clearly said "we all understand".

Nan Xiang blushed at the teasing and grabbed a pillow and threw it at Xu Yihan:

"What online love! It's just... just chatting with friends!" But the boundaries of these "friends" have long been blurred in the day-to-day sharing and care.

Yu Guichen's concern went far beyond daily sharing. His professionalism as a doctor and a certain hidden possessiveness made him pay special attention to Nan Xiang's daily routine.

Heguangtongchen: It’s half past ten, are you ready to wash up and take a rest?

A little orange: Yeah! Right away! [nodding obediently.jpg]

In fact, I am still following the serialized novel.

However, at half past twelve in the morning.

A Little Orange: [A picture of a quiet campus night scene outside the window.jpg] Finally finished! Why did I get stuck here?! The moonlight tonight is beautiful, just like the six-and-a-half-pound couple I'm obsessed with.

The message was sent less than a minute ago.

Heguang Tongchen:?

Harmony with light and dust: Nanxiang of Song Dynasty.

Including the full name and surname, there is a sense of calmness that a storm is about to come.

Nan Xiang's heart skipped a beat.

A Little Orange: ...just... accidentally a little late.

Heguangtongchen: A little bit? From 10:30 to 12:30, that’s two hours.

Heguangtongchen: Do you know how much longer-term staying up late increases the risk of irreversible damage to the cerebral cortex? How much does this decrease the efficiency of neuronal repair? What are the consequences of disrupted melatonin secretion? It's more than just dark circles and poor skin.

Harmony with the Light: Memory loss and a loss of concentration are only initial symptoms. More severe, the hippocampus shrinks, cognitive function declines, and the risk of Alzheimer's disease increases significantly. Think youth is an asset? Neuronal apoptosis is not age-related.

He bombarded him with a barrage of professional terms and data (some of which were actually slightly exaggerated on purpose), with the doctor's unique calmness and unquestionable authority.

Nan Xiang looked at the words "irreversible damage", "hippocampal atrophy", and "Alzheimer's disease" on the screen, and her scalp tingled slightly.

She quickly switched to Quark and Xiaohongshu to search for "the dangers of staying up late". The popular science articles that popped up seemed to confirm Yu Guichen's words, and even described them in a more terrifying way!

She instantly felt that her brain was starting to fail...

A little orange: !!! I was wrong! I'm going to sleep now! Right now! Right now! [Kitten shivering.jpg]

Heguangtongchen: Yeah. Close your eyes.

Even through the screen, you can feel the unquestionable gentleness and dominance.

From that day on, Nan Xiang's daily routine was forcibly "corrected".

Before 318 o'clock, Dormitory will definitely receive Yu Guichen's "warm reminder".

"Hey, is the 'Harmony with Light and Dust' brand alarm clock online on time again?"

Xu Yihan watched Nan Xiang put down her phone and climbed onto the bed, smiling mischievously.

"Xiangxiang, you haven't found a friend yet. You've clearly found a personal health manager and 'supervisor'! This gentle dominance, tsk tsk, is so well-controlled!"

Two weeks later, one afternoon, Nan Xiang received a courier without sender information downstairs of the dormitory building.

After unwrapping the layers of soft raffia, a bunch of blue tulips carefully made with a twist stick lay quietly in the box.

The petals are a deep and dreamy blue, the stems and leaves are a fresh light green, and the unique velvety feel of the twisting stick makes the flowers look chic and warm. Every detail reveals the care taken.

Next to the bouquet was a simple and elegant card with only one line of powerful words on it:

I think it suits you.

There was no signature, but Nan Xiang's heart skipped a beat the moment she saw the handwriting clearly.

She held up the bouquet carefully.

"Wow! So beautiful!"

Yuan Qingtang exclaimed,

"Who gave this to you, Xiangxiang? Blue tulips, so special!"

Xu Yihan also joined in the fun: "The craftsmanship and the color combination are amazing! A suitor?"

Nan Xiang shook her head, her face filled with uncontrollable sweetness and confusion.

"do not know…"

She took out her cell phone and clicked on the pinned dialog box.

A Little Orange: [Photo of a blue twisty tulip] Is that you?

The message was replied almost instantly.

Heguangtongchen: Yeah.

Heguangtongchen: When you see the material and think it suits you, don’t be disgusted if the workmanship is rough.

The tone was as calm as if he was talking about the weather.

See? Think it fits?

Nan Xiang looked at this casual explanation, then at the bouquet of blue tulips in her hand, which had obviously taken a lot of time to make, with even the texture of the petals being lifelike, and her heart softened.

She remembered that when they met in Yuhang, she had given him a bouquet of pink and white real tulips as a thank you gift.

It turns out he always remembered it.

This belated and never-fading blue return gift was clearly a premeditated intention.

A Little Orange: ...very nice. I like it very much. Thank you.

Be as kind as the others: Just like it.

Harmony with the light: [kitten smiling shyly jpg]

Nan Xiang held the unique bouquet of blue tulips and carefully placed it in the vase on the desk.

The sunlight shines on the twisting stick, reflecting a gentle halo.

The teasing of her roommates was still ringing in her ears, but she seemed to be able to smell the unique, crisp scent of cedar in the air, intertwined with the blue flowers.

Nan Xiang was in a very good mood, staring at the blue tulips in the vase in a daze.