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Yi Yi looked at the two little ones huddled inside the podium and slammed her hand on the small coffee table.

"Hug him! What are you doing?! Are you guys still brothers at this point?!"

Given that the events had already occurred, Yi Yi had no way to interfere.

But she also knew that since the cerebellum hadn't issued any warnings, there probably wasn't anything seriously wrong, and the current behavior was just the CP fans' shouts.

Sure enough, after Liang Churen warmed up again, he looked at Zhu Qianxiao gratefully. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that she had shrunk even smaller than before.

Hesitating for a moment, worried that she was really huddled up because of the cold, Liang Churen opened half of his coat and called softly, "Zhu... Zhu classmate."

Zhu Qianxiao looked up at him and saw that the man's eyes were shining brightly in the moonlight as he looked at him, with half of his coat open in his hand.

Actually, it wasn't very cold. Zhu Qianxiao was about to refuse when she saw Liang Churen staring at her with his coat open, looking at her with an air of "If you don't agree, I'll just wait silently."

Thinking of Liang's usual stubbornness, I shivered slightly when I saw him let the steam that I had worked so hard to warm up escape.

Zhu Qianxiao sighed, then obediently and stiffly leaned over, taking a corner of the coat from Liang Churen's hand and wrapping it around the two of them.

I'm a man, I'm a man, I'm a man...

Zhu Qianxiao turned her head to face Liang Churen, trying to hypnotize herself and suppress the shyness that was rising uncontrollably in her heart.

Then they heard Liang Churen sniffle and then sneeze loudly.

Zhu Qianxiao was taken aback and quickly turned her head.

Then, Liang Churen let out another inexplicable cry of pain.

Zhu Qianxiao looked at Liang Churen and saw him covering the side of his face that was closer to her with one hand.

???

Completely unaware of what had happened, Zhu Qianxiao immediately went to check Liang Churen's face, but Liang Churen casually brushed her off.

Soon, Liang Churen felt better and explained to Zhu Qianxiao, "It's okay, Zhu. I just got hit by your hair."

It turned out that when Liang Churen tried to talk to Zhu Qianxiao, her long hair tickled him, causing him to sneeze. When he looked down, her ponytail slapped him.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Qianxiao stammered and sat back down, looking straight ahead as she sat next to Liang Churen.

The classroom windows blocked most of the wind and snow outside, and any wisps of wind that occasionally leaked in were firmly blocked by the semi-enclosed lectern.

The wind and snow outside grew heavier, and the two inside remained silent.

After a long silence, perhaps sensing something was amiss in the quiet atmosphere, Liang Churen changed the subject: "Speaking of which, Zhu, why don't you cut your hair? I know your family is probably quite traditional, but you don't need to wear long braids anymore, especially since you..."

They didn't wear the long braids typical of Manchus.

Zhu Qianxiao didn't expect Liang Churen to ask this question, but she blurted out, "My family won't let me cut my hair like that."

Seeing Liang Churen's complicated expression, Zhu Qianxiao quickly explained, "It's not the kind of feudal family tradition that you're thinking of, Liang. My older sister likes the 'Zhu family's' clothing style, and since the head of the family also has long hair like that, she let me keep it too."

"Oh, I see." Liang Churen scratched his cheek lightly, as if making a connection to something, and asked, "Speaking of which, Zhu, you also have the surname Zhu, the same as the Zhu family, the number one merchant family in Yangcheng..."

"Oh, that's indeed my family, but I'm just a distant relative." This was the reason Zhu Qianxiao had prepared long ago. After all, the Zhu family is a local, centuries-old clan, and there are quite a few people with the surname Zhu in the area.

Liang Churen bringing this up now is probably just making conversation out of nothing.

As expected, Liang Churen did not dwell too much on the issue of surname.

After a long silence, he blurted out, "Speaking of which, my surname is Liang and yours is Zhu, which reminds me of a classic play."

Now it was Zhu Qianxiao's turn to cough, as he had never expected his thoughts to wander in this direction.

"Oh, no, no, I was just talking nonsense, just trying to make conversation. I'll shut up, I'll shut up." Liang Churen quickly explained, not expecting Zhu Qianxiao to react so strongly. But thinking about it carefully, it made sense. What decent man would like to be imagined as a woman?

So it really was just his imagination after all...

Liang Churen lowered his head sadly, though it was unclear what he was sad about.

Having recovered, Zhu Qianxiao gave Liang Churen a rather mournful look, but after regaining her composure and thinking about it carefully...

Is it "The Butterfly Lovers"?

It seems there's some truth to that.

Suddenly, a scene came to mind. Zhu Qianxiao turned to look at Liang Churen and said jokingly, "Brother Liang, you should concentrate on your writing. You're thinking about women, not your future!"

How could Liang Churen, who brought up the topic himself, not know the teasing in Zhu Qianxiao's tone?

She blushed instantly.

Seeing that his face was getting redder and redder, it seemed that he wanted to say something.

But before she could speak, she was interrupted by the commotion outside.

The classroom door was flung open with a bang, followed by a familiar voice: "Found it! Found it! It's right here!!"

"I'm sorry, I was thinking about the rumors about our school... I thought it was haunted, so I didn't dare to stay any longer."

Upon hearing the noise, Liang Churen and Zhu Qianxiao immediately poked their heads out from under the podium.

Using the light of the snowy night, they could see the two people approaching.

It was Master Liang and the gatekeeper of the academy.

The previous topic was dropped.

The two parted ways at Mr. Liang's urging: "Hurry home, the snow is going to get heavier soon. And hurry up and return the clothes to Zhu!"

Taking the coat, Zhu Qianxiao felt somewhat fortunate that the two had arrived at the right time.

Zhu Qianxiao blushed slightly as she watched Liang Churen being dragged home by Master Liang.

She thought: I wonder what Liang was trying to say, but thankfully he was interrupted. What if he had pressed for details?

Zhu Qianxiao, what nonsense are you spouting!

Her flushed cheeks made the gatekeeper think she might have caught a cold and had a fever, so he quickly told her to put on her coat and apologized to her, "I'm so sorry, young student. I heard the noise inside the classroom and, remembering that our college used to be a cemetery, and being in the middle of winter, I was really scared, so I quickly locked the door and ran away. I didn't expect it was you guys inside. I'm so, so sorry!"

Zhu Qianxiao put on her coat mechanically, and upon hearing the gatekeeper's explanation, she suddenly found herself speechless.

He opened his mouth, but finally said, "Uncle gatekeeper, feudal superstition is unacceptable!"

"Yes, yes, you scholars really do understand. I promise I won't do it again next time." The gatekeeper chuckled and led Zhu Qianxiao back to the guardhouse.

That day, because it was still late and the weather was bad, Zhu Qianxiao called home and asked them to send someone to pick her up.

To avoid giving herself away, Zhu Qianxiao chased away Liang Churen and his son, who were waiting at the school gate to see her off, and also told the gatekeeper to go and rest.

But how could the gatekeeper be at ease!

Fortunately, the Zhu family's car arrived shortly afterward. Zhu Qianxiao politely said goodbye to the gatekeeper and got into the car to return to the Zhu family home.

Nothing much happened after that, except that from that day on, Qingshan Academy had a new rule: students on duty or gatekeepers had to check that no one was on campus before locking the gate, and if someone called for help, it was not a ghost.