Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

TL: Etude

In many people’s hearts, Feng Nanshu was always seen as aloof, quiet, and unapproachable, like a pure white memory of youth. Even years later, when recalled, she remained coldly elegant and pristine.

But at this moment, she lay back on the sofa, playfully dangling one black-stockinged foot, her eyes sparkling as she called out “Big brother.”

Jiang Qin felt that even an experienced woman like Ding Xue, despite all her skills, couldn’t utter “Big brother” in such a heart-stirring manner.

The difference between fake cuteness and genuine cuteness was vast, just as the destructive power of ordinary cuteness and breathtaking cuteness was worlds apart.

Feng Nanshu, without a doubt, was the strongest in this regard.

Yet, perhaps even she was unaware of how enticing she was at this moment.

Jiang Qin, who had never been in love and had little experience dealing with the opposite sex, thought it remarkable that he had lasted this long on his own strength. Even if Sanzang himself were here, he might admit that he wanted to learn this trick.

(Sanzang = famous monk)

But Sanzang could never learn it; such allure required innate talent.

“Little rich lady, I’m giving you one last chance, or else I really will give in!”

“Big brother.”

“Feng Nanshu, you… you really are becoming more rebellious!!!”

Outside, the snowfall grew heavier, accumulating a layer on the windowsill, reflecting the nearby streetlight’s glow.

In this quiet, peaceful snowy night, Jiang Qin suddenly thought that maybe, just maybe, Santa Claus really did exist in this world.

Because gifts were indeed placed in stockings.

After a while, he sat up straight, took a couple of sips from the thermos on the table, then covered himself with the blanket again, silently opening the file folder containing “Spirited Away,” and began to watch the movie with a serious and upright demeanor.

As a masterpiece in animated films, “Spirited Away” was like a magnificent and bizarre dream woven by Hayao Miyazaki. Its artistic quality was extremely high, and its storytelling was splendid. Whether it was the imaginative plot or the colorful scenery, each element demonstrated the peak level of a master animator.

Many contemporary movies fail to stand the test of time, becoming outdated within years. But a classic film always retains its timeless charm.

Look at the characterization, the dialogue… analyzing it from a professional film critic’s perspective…

Well, he couldn’t continue to pretend. He took a deep breath and turned to look at Feng Nanshu.

“What happened just now is a secret between good friends and must not be shared with others. When I came in, I left my bottom line at the door, which is why I acted that way. When I leave later, I’ll pick it up and put it back on. Let’s pretend nothing happened.”

Jiang Qin spoke seriously.

“I understand, we’ll pretend nothing happened.”

Feng Nanshu gently massaged her foot, murmuring her agreement.

Hearing her response, Jiang Qin felt relieved but couldn’t help recalling Professor Yan unable to resist temptation and drinking heavily here.

Was Room 207 a low point for moral standards?

Oh, that explained it. It seemed unfair to blame only himself.

Professor Yan, who was usually strict with himself and lenient with others, had also dropped his standards in this room. If even he could falter, it was no surprise for an ordinary university student like himself.

Tomorrow, he’d ask Lanlan to make a small box labeled “Temporary Storage for Principles” and install it at the door.

“Open your mouth and eat it.”

“If you don’t eat the food from this world, you will slowly disappear.”

“…”

As the plot progressed, the little rich lady’s eyes gradually brightened by the screen, her attention fully captured. Her mouth opened slightly in surprise, looking incredibly cute.

Passing through the tunnel into another world, turning into pigs after eating, a boat full of spirits, a boiler man with many legs… each scene challenged her small worldview.

Jiang Qin watched her for a long while, his lips curling into a confident smile.

The first time Jiang Qin saw Feng Nanshu, he noticed her in the library, deeply engrossed in reading “The Magic Eyed Girl: Peggy Sue,” a fantasy adventure . Describing her as a girl with a penchant for youthful fantasy wouldn’t be an exaggeration. So, it was no surprise that “Spirited Away” would suit her taste. His judgment, as it turned out, was spot on.

Is it difficult to appease a beautiful, fairy-like young girl? With his approach, he was probably reaching the human limits of persuasion.

But to be honest, if Feng Nanshu weren’t so dependent on him, winning over a wealthy and beautiful girl like her would be quite challenging.

Only when she willingly lets you coax her, can everything you do reach her heart. But if she’s unwilling, even fetching the moon for her wouldn’t seem enough.

Jiang Qin shifted his position, pulling the blanket up and casually feeding a chip into her mouth.

Strange.

Feng Nanshu’s lips seemed much more enticing than usual, moist and full.

Jiang Qin held his breath for a moment, took a couple of sips from his cup to calm himself.

“Jiang Qin, I’m thirsty too.”

“Did you bring your cup?”

Feng Nanshu shook her head, her gaze still fixed on the screen, unwilling to look away.

Jiang Qin had no choice but to open his cup and extend it to her, only to see the little rich lady part her lips, clearly expecting him to feed her.

The two often shared chopsticks, so sharing a cup was no issue.

Maybe it was the dim lighting, with the only illumination coming from the TV screen, that made Feng Nanshu’s act of drinking water seem pure and enticing.

“It’s a bit hot, drink slowly.”

“Okay.”

After he fed her, Jiang Qin’s gaze suddenly froze on the cup’s rim, becoming lost in thought.

The rim, made of stainless steel, shone brightly under the TV’s light, but now it bore a faint pink lipstick mark, small and cute.

Why was the little rich lady’s lipstick smudging?

Jiang Qin’s eyes widened: “Holy shit, Feng Nanshu, did you put on lipstick?”

Feng Nanshu panicked slightly but still replied assertively, “Just a little bit.”

“Why would you think of wearing lipstick?”

“It was Wenhui who put it on me. I didn’t want it, but she forced me,” Feng Nanshu replied with a cool demeanor.

After hearing this, Jiang Qin felt a chill: “Damn, Wenhui is a real terrorist. What is she trying to do?”

“I don’t know, but I won’t play with her anymore.”

“Remember what you said today.”

“Okay.”

Feng Nanshu nervously shifted her gaze back to the TV, but her mind involuntarily replayed previous scenes.

Wang Haini in her dormitory was the second one to have a handsome “big teddy bear,” only slightly slower than her.

Since it was Christmas Eve, Wang Haini naturally planned to spend the festival with her “big teddy bear.”

Thus, she spent the entire afternoon in the dorm, meticulously doing her eyebrows and makeup, making herself look refined and elegant.

This scene had sparked a trial attempt in the little rich lady’s mind.

She didn’t know how to apply makeup and wasn’t familiar with it. Her dorm mates rarely wore makeup, but witnessing the before-and-after effect on Wang Haini, she couldn’t help but be amazed.

Women, regardless of their personality, all have a vanity streak.

Wenhui was a clever girl with her own tricks. She noticed the little rich lady’s desire to try makeup for Jiang Qin, so she picked a lipstick that brightened the lips’ natural color. The shade was close to Feng Nanshu’s natural lip color, faint, light, and soft.

But the charm it added was limitless.

At first, Jiang Qin wondered why Feng Nanshu’s lips looked so tempting tonight, almost driving him crazy with the desire to kiss them.

He thought it was his own problem, not realizing that Wenhui was behind it.

Luckily, he thought, Wenhui was part of his circle. If such a “terrorist” were out there, it would pose a serious threat to his personal safety.

Soon, the two-hour movie approached its end. When the final credits rolled and the software returned to the black screen, the unlit room plunged into darkness.

“Jiang Qin, let’s watch another one.”

Feng Nanshu’s voice echoed in the darkness.

“If we watch another hour, you won’t be able to return to your dorm. How will you sleep?”

Jiang Qin dared not watch another.

“I want to stay here and watch movies with you all night.”

Feng Nanshu curled up her legs, hugging them together, not feeling sleepy at all.

“But… I’m running low on energy.”

“?”

Jiang Qin moved the mouse, deliberating for a while, and finally opened “The Pursuit of Happyness.”

This film was also a classic, recently released, and popular in pirated forms on movie platforms. However, people without life experience, especially someone like the little rich lady, might find it hard to fully grasp the film’s poignant moments.

Back in his days as a corporate drone, Jiang Qin had relied on this film to sustain his spirit, hoping to achieve something significant through hard work, only to realize it amounted to nothing.

As expected, not long into the film, Feng Nanshu began yawning, her head constantly leaning towards Jiang Qin’s shoulder.

This movie, unlike the fantastical adventures of “Spirited Away,” held less appeal in her world.

“Is it a bit boring?”

“I love it,” Feng Nanshu said earnestly.

Jiang Qin chuckled: “Your eyes are barely open. Go back and sleep.”

“Jiang Qin, just a little longer.”

“Then how about this? I’ll take you for a walk outside to freshen up?”

Upon hearing the word “walk,” the little rich lady immediately nodded in agreement, then stretched her feet towards him, asking for help with her shoes.

The two left the entrepreneurship center, holding hands under an umbrella, wandering aimlessly and leaving a trail of footprints in the snow.

From the back playground to the maple forest, from the maple forest to Moonwatch Lake, and from there to the sports complex.

Linchuan University, dressed in its snowy attire, looked like a fairyland.

In the end, the little rich lady naively realized she had been led to her dormitory door.

“Alright, go wash your feet and sleep well. Have sweet dreams.”

“Jiang Qin, you’re a bad guy.” Feng Nanshu knew she had been tricked.

“Who’s a bad guy? We agreed earlier, only one movie tonight. I’m drained, need to recharge. Be good and listen.”

Hearing this, the little rich lady could only wave goodbye, watching him leave, then dashed back to her dormitory, took off her stockings, and blankly stared at her tender, pink toes.

Meanwhile, Jiang Qin returned to his dormitory and was surprised to find Old Cao lying on his bed.

This guy had borrowed five hundred yuan from him in the morning and asked Zhou Chao to leave the door open for him the next morning. Why was he lying so obediently in bed now?

“Huh?”

“What ‘huh’? Scram!”

Cao Guangyu was furious, turning his back to face the wall.

Girls are indeed a strange species. It was she who asked if the girl opposite them was pretty. Even when he said she was okay, she got angry. What was the logic in that?

But at least Jiang Qin was back too, which was somewhat comforting to him.

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