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

Lan Wan was slightly taken aback when she heard Shen Ze's words, which were cloaked in academic garb but couldn't hide his probing, "to verify the logic of emotions and the rules of physics."

Then, a sly glint flashed in her eyes, as if she had finally received the reaction she had been waiting for.

Instead of backing down, she gracefully stepped forward, reached out, and gently grasped Shen Ze's hand, which was accustomed to writing and calculating, with its distinct knuckles.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, yet the sensation was distinct.

"It would be an honor, Dr. Shen."

Her smile was radiant, and her words carried a subtle hint of sarcasm.

Shen Ze's usually indifferent gaze sharpened the moment she grasped his hand, as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples unlike any other.

He grasped her hand in return, his grip neither too tight nor too loose, conveying a sense of confirmation.

The two understood each other without words; a silent current flowed between their clasped fingertips and locked gazes.

"You've come to visit Kyoto University,"

Shen Ze broke the brief silence first, his voice lower than usual.

"I'll bring you."

"OK,"

Lan Wan readily agreed, but then abruptly changed the subject.

"Then... take me to a coffee shop called 'Morning 9'? I've heard it has a nice atmosphere."

Shen Ze's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

"Morning 9"?

This name does not appear to be stored in his vast knowledge base.

However, he had an almost obsessive confidence in his sense of direction and familiarity with the campus.

"can."

His tone remained calm, and he naturally released her hand, as if the touch just now was merely a necessary courtesy. He then made a "please" gesture and led the way.

However, Dr. Shen, full of confidence, led Lan Wan around the autumn-filled campus for nearly twenty minutes, passing the library, the gymnasium, and even around an artificial lake, but still couldn't find the coffee shop called "Morning 9".

He would occasionally stop, his gaze sweeping over the road signs and buildings as if he were meticulously locating coordinates, his brows slightly furrowed.

Lan Wan followed beside him, watching him "navigate" in a serious manner, a knowing smile always playing on her lips.

She had already figured out that this guy definitely didn't know about this store—maybe the store wasn't even on campus, or maybe it was just a name she made up on the spot.

But she didn't point it out or urge him; she simply walked quietly, enjoying the autumn sunshine and watching the genius doctor's rare, subtle expression of "uncertainty," which was more interesting than any plot she had conceived.

Their somewhat aimless walk, coupled with their outstanding appearance and demeanor, had already attracted the attention of many passing students.

Someone recognized the famous Professor Shen Ze from the school, and when they saw the elegant and gentle woman next to him wearing a khaki preppy long dress and a beret of the same color, they couldn't help but take a few more curious glances. For the time being, no one completely matched her with Lan Wan from the dating reality show.

Just as they walked near a quiet plum garden (although there were no plums at the moment, the trees were lush), a young girl who had just come out of the dormitory building, Zhang Qiao, a Chinese literature major, and her roommate immediately noticed this exceptionally good-looking couple.

"Hey! Isn't that...?"

Zhang Qiao's eyes widened, and she grabbed her roommate's sleeve, almost jumping up with excitement.

She is a loyal fan of "The Billionth Heartbeat" and an "all-in" fan, enjoying every couple she ships.

She knew Professor Shen; he was a legendary figure at the university. Although she wasn't in the Physics Department, she had heard of his great reputation.

And the person next to Professor Shen...

"It's Wanwan! It's definitely Wanwan!"

Encouraged by her roommates, Zhang Qiao mustered her courage, grabbed her notebook and pen used to jog down inspiration, and ran toward the two of them, her cheeks flushed with excitement and shyness.

“Please, please…”

Her voice trembled slightly, and her eyes sparkled.

"Is that Professor Shen Ze and Wanwan? I'm Zhang Qiao from the Chinese Literature Department, a huge fan of 'Heartbeat'!"

Lan Wan and Shen Ze stopped and looked at the little girl who had suddenly appeared.

Lan Wan maintained her gentle smile, while Shen Ze returned to his usual calm, merely nodding slightly.

Zhang Qiao took a deep breath, suppressing her inner scream, and asked the question that all the CP fans cared about most:

"Are you... are you together?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of amusement flashed in Lan Wan's eyes.

She was about to deny it in her usual vague way, but the words caught in her throat.

She suddenly became very interested in seeing how Shen Ze would handle this direct approach.

She tilted her head slightly, looking at Shen Ze with a leisurely air, her eyes clearly showing a "watching the show" attitude, and casually tossed the question to him.

Shen Ze received Lan Wan's gaze, and his eyes behind his glasses flickered slightly.

He looked at Zhang Qiao, whose face was full of expectation, and did not directly affirm or deny the ambiguous definition of "being together." Instead, he answered in an extremely rigorous way, yet leaving endless room for imagination:

"right,"

He spoke calmly, paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully, and even... secretly and quickly glanced at Lan Wan beside him, whose smile had deepened, before continuing.

"We are together..."

Another deliberate pause, building up anticipation before adding the second half of the sentence.

"...strolling around campus."

Zhang Qiao's mood was like a roller coaster ride. She almost cheered when she heard "right" and "together," but the second half of the sentence, "stroll around the campus," was like a basin of lukewarm water. Although it wasn't icy cold, it cooled down her boiling anticipation by half.

She was a little disappointed, but she quickly recovered. After all, she was already very happy to see the "live" couple together!

"So that's it..."

She smiled sheepishly, then handed over the notebook and pen.

"Could you please sign your autographs for me? I really like you guys!"

Lan Wan and Shen Ze both took the pens and signed their names in the notebooks.

Lan Wan's handwriting was elegant and fluent, while Shen Ze's was vigorous and powerful, with the crispness of a science student.

After signing the notebook, Zhang Qiao carefully held it to her chest. Looking at the perfectly matched couple before her, both in appearance and demeanor, and recalling their amusing interactions on the show and the subtle atmosphere between them, she mustered her courage and voiced her small wish, her eyes pure and hopeful:

"Professor Shen, Wanwan, I know my question might be a bit presumptuous... but as your little fan, I... can I make a wish?"

Her cheeks flushed even more, and her voice softened.

"I hope... I hope that next time we meet at school, Professor Shen, you won't have to say what you just said in two parts... just say 'Yes, we're together,' okay?"

After speaking, without waiting for their reaction, she immediately bowed shyly.

"Thank you for the autographs! I won't disturb your stroll around campus any longer!"

Then, grabbing her equally excited roommate, she ran off quickly.

Only the rustling sound of the autumn wind blowing through the ginkgo trees remained.

Lan Wan turned to look at Shen Ze. Beneath her beret, her eyes sparkled, and her smile was bright, tinged with undisguised teasing:

"Dr. Shen, your fans have very clear logic and their wishes are also... very specific."

Shen Ze pushed up his glasses, avoiding her overly bright gaze, and a barely perceptible blush seemed to rise from the roots of his ears.

He glanced in the direction Zhang Qiao had run off into, then looked away and landed on Lan Wan's teasing face. In the end, he simply gave a low "hmm".

This "hmm" sounded like a response to the fans' wishes, a response to Lan Wan's teasing, and even more like a confirmation of something within himself.

The ambiguous threads, under the autumn sun, were stretched longer and tighter.

The "Morning 9" coffee shop seemed to have been forgotten long ago. Only the wind blew up a pile of ginkgo leaves and once again blew up a strand of hair by the woman's ear. Sunlight filtered through the leaves and Shen Ze glanced at it unintentionally. His heart seemed to skip a beat, and his original calm and composure seemed to be tinged with a little nervousness.

With his high IQ, he can handle various experiments and lectures with ease and speak confidently about his profession. However, he cannot be so composed when facing Lan Wan and will feel nervous for no reason.