You didn’t accept my confession, why are you crying because I changed my mind?
Chapter 41 - Falling Asleep Listening to His Voice

Chapter 41: Falling Asleep Listening to His Voice

“I play six 6s.”

“Six 10s, beat that!”

Jiang Zhou widened his eyes. “Haodong, I already played three 10s. Where the hell did you get six 10s?”

Zhang Guangfa rifled through the cards on the table. “Damn! You bastard, you stole cards off the table!”

“Brothers, grab something, we’re beating him up!”

Xu Haodong hugged his right hand tightly. “You can hit me anywhere, just don’t hurt my girlfriend, she’s innocent!”

“Oh? Then we’ll hit his girlfriend!”

“What the hell?! You animals! Don’t hurt her!”

In the background, Gao Wenkai and Zhang Guangfa were already double-teaming him.

The entire dorm echoed with pitiful cries and exaggerated wails.

The noise even drew curious heads from the next dorm over.

Are they slaughtering pigs in there?

Why’s someone yelling about not hurting their girlfriend?

These freshmen are wild. Did someone really bring his girlfriend into the dorm?

Meanwhile, Jiang Zhou sat to the side, casually picking up his phone again.

He’d added that girl Feng Siruo’s QQ while out shopping with her earlier.

But he hadn’t messaged her yet.

After all, he wasn’t the type to act like a desperate simp.

Still, it was already past ten now.

Logically, she should’ve been done washing up and getting into bed.

Hmm, this was probably a good time to message her.

“Wifey, what are you doing?”

No reply.

“Wanna go see a movie tomorrow? Peach Blossom Hero vs. Chrysanthemum Monster.”

Still no reply.

“You free during the National Day break? I’ll take you to meet my parents. They keep thinking I’m gay!”

Still nothing.

Jiang Zhou threw a couple punches at Xu Haodong’s “girlfriend” and picked up the phone again.

“Classmate Feng, if you don’t respond, I’m gonna start rumors about Ding Yue.”

Feng Siruo: “Already asleep!”

Jiang Zhou: “You’re asleep but still typing? Amazing.”

“I’m sleepwalking.”

“Then please sleepwalk over to me. I have candy.”

Feng Siruo hesitated for a while, then sent an angry emoji.

Jiang Zhou raised an eyebrow.

“Make sure you sleep with a blanket, don’t freeze your butt off.”

“Pervert. I’m going to sleep!”

“Don’t forget to dream of me.”

“As if!”

—

At the same time, in the girls’ dorm at Qingbei University…

Feng Siruo plugged in her headphones, lay down, and tucked herself under her blanket.

A warm, gentle voice played in her ears.

It sang of the vast world, childhood dreams, summer at her fingertips…

Feng Siruo didn’t know why, but listening to this song made her feel safe.

It was as if someone was always there beside her, whispering that the world was big but don’t be afraid.

To someone like her, who suffers from social anxiety, going away to school had been terrifying.

She hadn’t slept well in the dorm since she arrived.

But with this song, tonight… she felt like she’d finally have a good dream.

“Siruo, what are you listening to?”

Feng Siruo looked up to see Ding Yue hopping onto her bed.

She handed her one earbud.

Halfway through the song, Ding Yue started to get lost in it.

“This is so good! Who’s the singer? The voice sounds kinda familiar…”

Feng Siruo just smiled and said nothing.

Ding Yue frowned. “Is it Liming? But it doesn’t really sound like him…”

“It’s not.”

“Then why does it sound so familiar?”

Of course it did.

That voice belonged to that pervert.

Feng Siruo thought to herself but kept it in.

She just smiled sweetly and slowly closed her eyes.

Soon, the moonlight deepened.

The night slipped by silently in dreams.

—

Before long, it was morning again.

Jiang Zhou woke up and did a quick wash.

Then, carrying the food safety agreement, he left the campus.

Last night, he’d promised Chu Yuwei on QQ that he’d visit her school today to deliver the document.

He wasn’t the type to go back on a promise.

When he arrived at Qingbei University, Chu Yuwei was already waiting downstairs.

Today she wore a soft lilac blouse with an open collar.

The hem of the shirt hid the edges of her frayed denim shorts, leaving only her long, fair legs visible.

“You don’t have military training today?”

Chu Yuwei bounced over happily. “I knew you’d be coming, so I asked for leave!”

Jiang Zhou frowned. “Qingbei’s military training is that easy to get out of?”

“No idea. The student council president helped me request it. He even asked me to dinner.”

“What did you say?”

“I told him maybe next time. He was thrilled and went off to get the leave slip.”

Jiang Zhou patted her head, satisfied.

At that moment, Chu Yuwei looked just like a little kitten.

All she needed was to meow.

Goddesses never lacked admirers, wherever they went.

He’d thought Qingbei’s students would be sharper than those at Chengnan High.

But turns out, even here, they couldn’t avoid falling into the simp trap.

“Maybe next time.”

Those words were the cruelest.

Who knows when “next time” is?

Who knows when she’ll actually be “free”?

“I should get back. Got things to do at school.”

Chu Yuwei hesitated. “Jiang Zhou… are you really going to start dating?”

Jiang Zhou raised a brow.

“I can’t stay single all four years of college, right? Even my little brother wouldn’t approve.”

“When did you get a little brother? Aunt Yuan never mentioned him.”

“Stop nosing into adult affairs. I’m leaving.”

He walked off, then suddenly turned back and pulled out a plastic bag from his backpack.

Chu Yuwei looked at him. “What’s this? For me?”

“Picked it up from the food street earlier. Lost my appetite. Take it.”

Chu Yuwei stared at his back as he walked away, tears welling in her eyes.

She knew that breakfast was meant for her.

She had no proof, but she just knew.

Mom… Dad…

I promised you I wouldn’t date in college.

But your daughter… really can’t help it.

He… he’s way too good at flirting!

—

Meanwhile, Jiang Zhou drove back to Shangjing University.

Lately, he’d asked Han Rou to print thousands more promotional flyers.

But it seemed like the user count for ganfanren.com had hit its limit.

Flyer distribution didn’t seem to be doing much anymore.

But Jiang Zhou wasn’t satisfied.

Why?

The people who receive flyers were usually the ones who go out often.

But on campus, at least half the students were introverts and shut-ins.

Food delivery was all about convenience.

People who were always out and about might not even use it.

It’s the homebodies they really needed to target.

So how do you get ads into their hands?