Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

Lian Qingyang put away his exercises, carried the chair back to his desk, and called his mother while Jing Chen went to take a shower.

After Lian Qingyang finished his shower, they turned off the lights and lay down on their beds. Lian Qingyang was not in a hurry to sleep, thinking that Jing Chen came to No. 3 Middle School with the highest score in the city's high school entrance examination. Almost everyone knew him in the past year, but no one had ever seen his parents, and he had always been a loner and had no friends.

"You were always number one in your freshman year of high school?" Lian Qingyang knew that Jing Chen hadn't slept. He was inexplicably excited tonight and couldn't fall asleep even after tossing and turning several times. The desire to explore his own life experience became stronger and stronger.

Since No. 3 Middle School was funded by the province's wealthiest students, the scholarships were generous. Disbursement was annual, with the top five students receiving 100,000, 80,000, 50,000, 30,000, and 20,000 yuan, respectively. Students from wealthy families looked down upon these scholarships, but those from less fortunate backgrounds were treated as icing on the cake. The top scorer in the city's Gaokao (college entrance exam) received one million yuan in grants, while the provincial top scorer received an even greater sum of three million yuan. These scholarships and grants were awarded under Lian Qingyang's personal foundation, a gesture of gratitude towards him.

Jing Chen opened his eyes and said "hmm".

The dormitory was very quiet, isolated from the noise outside, and the two of them started chatting in this quiet night.

"That's pretty impressive. Is studying really that fun? Why do you love studying so much?" Lian Qingyang turned over and faced Jing Chen's bed, asking him softly.

Jing Chen was silent for a moment, then sighed softly, "Have you ever been forced to do things against your will? I have."

The air was quiet for a moment, and then he said, "Have you ever been desperate for a few thousand dollars? I have."

"Have you ever chased someone down because of a fragment of a memory? I have."

“I work so hard just because what I want is so far away from me.”

The last part of his voice even had some sobs in it, and the trembling ending tone made even Qingyang's heart tremble. At the critical moment, he was still thinking: The seniors in this world seem like crybabies.

"Ah!" Lian Qingyang sat up and looked over, even though he couldn't see anything in the darkness. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Are you okay?"

There was no movement on the bed over there. Lian Qingyang couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He got out of bed, walked over and climbed up. Jing Chen was startled, sat up and squeezed against the wall: "What are you doing?"

Reaching out in the dark, he turned on the night light beside his bed. Lian Qingyang saw Jing Chen's current appearance clearly. The tears that had been welling up in his eyes fell directly. His somewhat indifferent face looked even more pitiful because of the shock.

Lian Qingyang was stunned, his brows knitted slightly, and he stared at him for a few minutes, muttering, "You look a little familiar!"

Jing Chen turned his head away, not wanting to talk or let him see, but Lian Qingyang reached out and turned his face over, then moved closer to take a closer look.

The close distance made Jing Chen's breathing quicken, and his hands hanging on both sides slowly clenched into fists. He closed his eyes and held his breath, not wanting to look at the overly delicate face that he liked too much.

After a long, agonizing minute, Lian Qingyang finally pulled his upper body back, his brows relaxed. Seeing Jing Chen's forced expression, he pursed his lips and smiled, "I didn't do anything to you, why do you look like you want me to ruin you?"

Jing Chen opened his eyes, sat up straight, lowered his head and ignored him.

Lian Qingyang didn't care. He changed the subject and asked him softly, "Have you found the person you're looking for?"

The changes in the plot happened in the second semester of the second year of high school. Jing Chen was also tolerant. He had lived with him under the same roof for so long but there was no sign that he liked him. If Lian Qingyang had not come back suddenly, he would not have known about this. The person Jing Chen was looking for was most likely him.

Unexpectedly, Jing Chen looked up at him, his brows colder, his lips pursed tightly, and after a while he uttered a few words in a cold voice: "I'm going to sleep."

Lian Qingyang was stunned, his heart aching. This attitude seemed to show complete disgust towards him.

He nodded and wanted to reach out to turn off the light, but was stopped: "Go back to bed first."

"Okay." His throat was inexplicably dry, and Lian Qingyang jumped lightly onto the floor. Then he took two steps onto his bed, turned sideways and closed his eyes.

With a "pop", the last ray of light disappeared and the dormitory became silent again.

*

In the following week, the two of them went to get out of class as usual, but they rarely communicated with each other. They sat diagonally opposite each other during meals. Jing Chen went to the library as usual in the evening. Even the thick-skinned Ma Sixue noticed that something was wrong.

Another night, after self-study, Ma Sixue kept an eye on the two people behind him. Jing Chen said, "I'm going to the library."

Lian Qingyang said "hmm".

Then the conversation ended, and Ma Sixue's eyes widened.

Lian Qingyang was even more quiet than Jing Chen. Before, he would have said a few words. "Okay, see you in the dormitory tonight." "Jing Xueba is so hardworking. We are ashamed of ourselves." "Study hard, I will support you mentally."

After Jing Chen left, Ma Sixue put his arm around Lian Qingyang's shoulder and slowly walked towards the dormitory. He leaned over and expressed his confusion, "What's going on between you and Brother Jing?"

"What's going on?"

"It's just that you two sit next to me and opposite me when you eat, which makes me feel uncomfortable. And Jing Chen takes the initiative to chat with you, but you just say "um, oh, okay, sure, yes, no need". What? Are you a single-word printer?"

"So? Is there any problem in communication between us? It's normal."

Seeing Lian Qingyang's nonchalant expression, Ma Sixue let go and scratched his hair. "This is a serious problem, okay? Tell me, did Brother Jing make you angry? He's such a quiet and taciturn person, and the topic he brought up is harder than the rice my mom steams."

Lian Qingyang rolled his eyes at him. "That's called being taciturn and silent. He's quite talkative. Oh, I've just been thinking about something lately. There's no conflict. I vomited in two consecutive English classes today. I'm going back to the dorm to recover."

After saying that, he quickened his pace and left Ma Sixue behind.

I can't say I was particularly angry. Although Jing Chen looked aloof, he wasn't someone who would easily give him a cold face. Lian Qingyang had been sulking all night, so he wasn't too angry during the day. He just felt more and more familiar with Jing Chen the more he looked at him. His expression became more familiar when he was more lively. That night, his eyes looked a little pitiful... It was just like Lian's mother, who always pretended to be pitiful with him!

After Lian Qingyang returned to the dormitory, he first made a video call to Lian's mother, and carefully observed her eyebrows and eyes while chatting with her.

Lian's mother noticed something and asked, "What's wrong, Qingqing? Why are you staring at me all day long?"

Lian Qingyang smiled shyly, revealing two beautiful dimples: "I just miss my mother. Does my mother miss me?"

"Mom thinks about Qingqing every day. She wonders if Qingqing has eaten well, slept well, and rested well." The voice on the other end was even gentler.

"I eat well, sleep well and rest well. Mom, do you think I have gained weight?" Lian Qingyang held up his mobile phone, stood up and slowly turned around.

Before I could hear the answer, the dormitory door was opened.