Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

The gate of University A is always as busy as a market, especially during the morning rush hour.

When Quan Jiuxi and Mo Qinghan arrived, the originally noisy crowd suddenly became quiet for a few seconds, as if a pause button had been pressed.

The sunlight fell on Mo Qing's cold white skin, and even the blood vessels were clearly visible.

Quan Jiuxi was carrying a backpack, and the loose hair on his forehead was a little messy due to the wind. Standing next to Mo Qinghan, who had a strong aura, he looked like a small poplar tree that had accidentally wandered into a pine forest.

"Wow—" A low exclamation broke out from the crowd.

"That's Mo Qinghan, right? Oh my god, why is he here?"

"Who's that girl next to her? She's dressed so ordinary..."

Whispers came like a tide, but Quan Jiuxi seemed not to hear them and walked straight to the teaching building.

Mo Qinghan followed beside her with a leisurely pace. When his eyes swept across the crowd, the discussions immediately died down, like the surface of a lake frozen by the cold wind.

The two walked side by side along the camphor avenue, fallen leaves swirling around their feet.

A girl was taking a sneak shot with her cell phone, the camera clicking, but Quan Jiuxi was busy kicking pebbles on the roadside, while Mo Qinghan reached out to block the oncoming bicycle for her, his movements so natural as if they had been rehearsed a thousand times.

"Who is that girl? How can she go to school with Mo Qinghan?"

"Judging from their uniforms, they're from the Finance Department, right? I'll ask on the forum!"

The discussion grew louder, and Quan Jiuxi finally stopped and looked up at Mo Qinghan: "Are you sure you want to follow me into the teaching building?"

She pointed to the crowd gathered at the building entrance not far away and said, "If you go any further, you'll probably be surrounded by onlookers."

Mo Qinghan looked down at her. The sunlight filtered through the camphor leaves, casting tiny specks of light on the tip of her nose. "Are you scared?"

Quan Jiuxi tugged at the strap of his schoolbag, a smile curling up at the corner of his lips: "I'm afraid of being looked at like a monkey."

Mo Qinghan's Adam's apple moved and he almost laughed out loud.

He raised his hand, and gently brushed the loose hair on her forehead with his fingertips. His movements were so natural that even he was surprised. "Let's go home together after school."

Quan Jiuxi blinked, turned around and ran into the Finance Department's teaching building.

The crowd at the door automatically made way for her, their eyes following her back like searchlights until she disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

He didn't notice that there was a girl in a pink dress behind him, holding up her mobile phone to take a picture of his back. In the photo, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The Finance Department classroom was in an uproar.

As soon as Quan Jiuxi walked to the door, he heard buzzing sounds inside, like countless bees flying.

The moment she pushed open the door, all the sounds stopped abruptly, and dozens of pairs of eyes looked at her in unison, with curiosity, inquiry, and undisguised hostility.

Jiang Lu sat by the window and waved at her vigorously, with an expression on her face as if she had discovered a new world.

Quan Jiuxi walked over calmly and put down his schoolbag.

"Xiaoxi! You're finally here!" Jiang Lu held her phone in front of her. The screen showed a popular post from the school forum, with the title in bold red font:

[Shocking news! Mo Qinghan and a mysterious girl enter the school together, and the two behave intimately! ]

The photo attached below was taken just now on Xiangzhang Avenue. The angle is tricky, and it just happens to capture the moment when Mo Qinghan blocked the bicycle for her.

Quan Jiuxi glanced at the comments under the post.

Who is this woman? She looks so ordinary.

[Has Mr. Mo been kidnapped? ]

[I bet 50 cents, it must be a relative]

…She calmly scrolled to the bottom and closed the page: “Class is about to start.”

Jiang Lu grabbed her wrist, her nails painted bright pink. "What class?! Tell me, what's your relationship with Mo Qinghan?"

Her voice was low, but her eyes shone like searchlights. "He's Mo Qinghan! The nightmare and dream of every girl at A University!"

Quan Jiuxi pulled his hand free and picked up the textbook: "We are brother and sister for now."

"Sister and brother?" Jiang Lu almost jumped up, but luckily she covered her mouth in time. "Kiss? Cousin? Or...adopted?"

She leaned closer and could smell the faint fragrance of Quan Jiuxi's hair. "And what do you mean by 'for now'? Will it become a different relationship in the future?"

Quan Jiuxi picked up the tip of the pen and tapped Jiang Lu's forehead gently: "What are you thinking about? Class is about to start."

The old professor walked into the classroom holding the lesson plan and pushed his glasses:

"Who can explain the derivation of the Black-Scholes formula for the option pricing model we reviewed yesterday?"

The classroom fell silent. Quan Jiuxi raised his hand and said in a clear voice, "Let me try."

Jiang Lu watched her walk up to the podium. The sunlight shone on her through the window. She was clearly still the ordinary girl wearing a white shirt and black-framed glasses, but somehow, at this moment, she made people unable to take their eyes off her.

She looked down at her phone. The post on the forum had reached the 500th floor, and the latest reply was:

[I know who she is! Quan Jiuxi from the Finance Department, the one who came out on top in the last exam!]

As soon as the bell rang, the classroom door was crowded with people.

There were girls holding notebooks, boys holding basketballs, and a few holding cameras - probably reporters from the school newspaper.

They leaned against the door frame and looked inside, their eyes sweeping across the classroom like radar, finally stopping on Quan Jiuxi.

"Which one is Quan Jiuxi?"

"It seems to be the one by the window..."

"Her? She looks so ordinary..."

The sound of discussion drifted into the classroom. Jiang Lu was so angry that she wanted to stand up and argue, but was held down by Quan Jiuxi.

She packed her bag and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

At the corner at the end of the corridor, a girl suddenly stopped her.

"Are you Quan Jiuxi?"

Quan Jiuxi stopped and looked up at the other person.

The girl was wearing a red dress with an irregular hem. Her long burgundy curly hair was draped over her shoulders, making her skin look as white as snow.

Her makeup is very delicate, her eyeliner is very high, and she has a domineering beauty.

With this dress and this tone, it looks like he is here to cause trouble.

Quan Jiuxi pushed up his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses clear and calm: "What's the matter?"

The girl looked her up and down, her eyes scanning her white shirt and jeans like a scanner, finally landing on her pair of washed-out canvas shoes: "Follow me."

Quan Jiuxi raised his eyebrows: "What if I say no?"

The girl seemed to be surprised that she would refuse. She was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "Don't you dare?"

"It's not that I don't dare." Quan Jiuxi turned sideways to avoid her, "I just think it's a waste of time."

"Regarding Mo Qinghan's matter, do you also think it's a waste of time?"

The girl's voice suddenly rose, and the echo in the corridor made several passing students stop.

Quan Jiuxi paused.

She turned around and looked at the red corners of the girl's eyes.

I didn't notice it just now, but there was still a little moisture on her eyelashes, as if she had just cried.

"I'll wait for you by the fountain." The girl said this, turned around and walked away in her high heels, her red skirt like a burning flame.

There are several huge sycamore trees planted in the school's fountain square. It is the season of falling leaves, and the golden leaves swirl and fall on the water, creating ripples.

Quan Jiuxi sat on a bench and looked at the statue of Venus in the center of the fountain.

When the girl in the red dress walked over, her high heels made a rustling sound as they stepped on the fallen leaves.

She sat down next to Quan Jiuxi, and the scent of perfume mixed with osmanthus wafted over, a bit sweet.

"My name is Lin Weiwei." Her voice was softer than before. "I'm from the Art Department."

Quan Jiuxi nodded and said nothing.

Lin Weiwei took out a pack of cigarettes from her bag and was about to light it, but when she saw Quan Jiuxi's clear eyes, she silently put it back.

She tugged at her curly hair, her tone a little awkward: "I know you probably think I'm weird... like a lunatic looking for trouble."

"A little bit." Quan Jiuxi answered honestly.

Lin Weiwei was amused, and the red marks at the corners of her eyes deepened. "Mo Qinghan and I were classmates in junior high school. Back then... I was quite fat."

Her voice trailed off. "A group of boys kept stopping me and asking for money, and they threw my painting supplies in the trash."

The sound of the fountain's water covered up the trembling in her voice.

"One time they blocked me in the studio, and Mo Qinghan happened to be passing by."

Lin Weiwei's gaze drifted towards the distant teaching building, as if she was looking at a scene from many years ago. "He didn't say anything, just stood at the door and looked at the group of people. Do you know?

He was only fifteen then, and even thinner than he is now, but when the boys saw him, they were as scared as mice seeing a cat, and ran away in a hurry.

Quan Jiuxi thought of Mo Qinghan’s deep eyes, which always seemed to contain ice.

"Later I found out he was a member of the Mo family." Lin Weiwei's fingers picked at the strap of her bag unconsciously. "Everyone at school is afraid of him. They say he's a loner and ruthless. But I know he's not that kind of person."

She raised her head, her burgundy curls glistening in the sunlight. "He helped me later. I know it was just a casual thing, but I remembered it for many years."

Quan Jiuxi took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, took out a piece and handed it to her: "Have you been secretly in love with him for many years?"

Lin Weiwei took the tissue and wiped the corners of her eyes: "Well, from the age of fifteen to now, it's been five years."

She smiled, a smile that showed a hint of relief. "When I saw the photo on the forum today and he smiled at you...I suddenly felt like I could let it go."

Quan Jiuxi looked at her: "So you came to me because you want me to treat him well?"

"No." Lin Weiwei shook her head, her eyes becoming serious. "I just want to tell you that he's a really good person. Even though he looks cold, he's actually softer-hearted than anyone else."

After listening to this, Quan Jiuxi said, "I understand. I never care about other people's opinions."

The girl was slightly stunned. Although she had liked Mo Qinghan for so many years, she was really afraid of him in her heart.

Quan Jiuxi is different.

Maybe this is the reason.

She stood up, her red skirt sweeping the fallen leaves. "Okay, I'm done. Best wishes to you... and to him."

Quan Jiuxi watched her back disappear under the sycamore tree. The sunlight passed through the branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadows at her feet.

Just as she was about to stand up, she heard a slight noise coming from behind the tree - like something was pulling at the leaves.

"Where did the kitten come from?" she asked loudly, her voice a little dispersed by the wind.