On the first night of their stay, everyone was well-behaved. After the lights and electricity went out at ten, they all went to bed.
Simon spent half an hour doing his homework and then rushed to finish a painting.
The client had ordered it a week ago, and it was only being shipped today, which made him feel a bit bad.
This painting was still a charcoal portrait.
The client was a beautiful and generous lady, and she was very generous with her payment—five thousand for one painting.
Simon had put a lot of thought into it, conceiving it for two days, though the actual painting only took two hours.
A quick outline, a wash of light and shadow, a few details, and it was done.
The painting had a very ethereal quality, and the client was very satisfied, showering him with praises that made Simon secretly swell with pride for a while.
Tomorrow there was a roving class for foreign language.
Simon chose English.
In elementary school, they had to choose two foreign languages, but in middle school, one was enough.
Simon's English was better than his Spanish, so it was perfect for handling the course.
Counting on his fingers, the middle school curriculum really couldn't stump him.
The only thing he needed to consider was the course selection in second year of middle school.
He didn't care what he chose, but what would Su Xiangli choose…
However, she probably wouldn't care what she chose either, since the courses were so simple.
So, by then, the scene might turn into: "What are you choosing?" "Whatever." "And you?" "Me too, whatever."
Hmm, in that case, it seems like choosing courses is the same as choosing dishes.
Hopefully, it wouldn't devolve into dead time.
After the lights went out, Simon lay in bed for a while.
After brainstorming his ideas for the day, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep, so he got up and sat in the living room for a while.
There was no power outage here, but there were cameras, so he couldn't stay long, otherwise, he'd be called into the office for a talk the next day.
The sensor light automatically turned on, but Simon manually turned it off.
He sat in the dark room for a while, slowly finishing a bottle of juice drink.
Unable to do anything else, he could only drink juice out of boredom.
There was an electronic alarm clock on the north wall of the living room; it was 10:09 now.
In the dark room, Simon actually enjoyed this desolate darkness.
It was very quiet, but unfortunately, human eyes cannot see true darkness; false triggers of the visual nerves cause noise.
And thanks to the epic trait called [Rainbow Mist Poet], Simon's vision was more developed than ordinary people's.
The city's night glow projected through the west window, though already dim, was enough for him to see most objects in the room.
There wasn't much difference between deep night and dusk.
The door to the second bedroom opened, and Wei Changjun, wearing black silk pajamas and brown cotton bear slippers, shuffled out, his shoulders slumped, looking listless, but his spirit seemed quite high.
"Can't sleep, huh?" Wei Changjun waved his hand, "Same." He said, walking into the restroom.
Simon hummed, finished his juice, and got up to toss the empty bottle into the trash can.
Wei Changjun finished his business and also got a bottle of juice from the refrigerator.
"I like orange juice, what about you?"
Simon was looking out the window at the campus under the night sky.
"Mango, cantaloupe, orange juice."
The streetlights, scattered like stars, cast a desolate white light on the greenery.
In the far distance, the city lights converged into a river on the horizon, cold and clear, like silver grains of jade sand, immortal algae, and pear blossoms.
Wei Changjun walked to his side, looking at the scenery outside with him.
"Uh, I heard you and Su Xiangli from our class are boyfriend and girlfriend?"
Simon nodded, "Yes. It's just, it hasn't been officially confirmed yet."
Wei Changjun was surprised, "Wow, doesn't the school forbid puppy love?"
"…" Simon turned his head and met his gaze, "Preventing puppy love is to prevent it from affecting grades."
Hearing his spirited words, Wei Changjun couldn't help but sigh, "Is this how arrogant geniuses are?"
He felt a bit shocked; although he was also a cool kid who didn't care about rules, he had never spoken so lightly.
So he couldn't help but want to persuade him, "Don't let the Class Teacher or anything find out, especially those robots, they will report it truthfully."
Simon nodded and smiled, the meaning hidden in his smile was truthfully expressed: teachers are always lenient with good students.
Wei Changjun felt a bit exasperated, but young people are always infatuated with love.
He was genuinely curious about the story of Simon and Su Xiangli, so he patiently continued to ask.
"When did you meet her?"
"Kindergarten, we've known each other for almost ten years."
"Childhood sweethearts, oh, that's good, that's good.
So when did you fall for her?"
"Like her, eh, tsk," Simon leaned against the French window, "To be honest, I don't know myself.
We were always good friends who played and bickered, but suddenly one day, I realized it was different."
Zhang Yingxuan had joined them at some point, "Which day? How come I don't know?"
Wei Changjun was startled, "How come you walk without making a sound?"
Simon looked at his two roommates.
The Four Heavenly Kings of Dorm 612 were only missing Zou Jiaqi.
If they called him, they could have a late-night chat, so he suggested it, and they all went to knock on the door together.
Bang bang bang!
"Neighbor, open the door! The community is sending warmth!" Simon shouted.
The three of them pounded on the door, making a racket.
Zou Jiaqi answered in a panic, "What's wrong! What's wrong?!"
He had only opened the door a crack when, with a whoosh, three young men rushed in.
The short Zou Jiaqi was suddenly picked up and thrown onto the bed, bouncing twice.
"What are you doing?! What are you doing?!" The little chatterbox shrieked.
Simon and the other two also pounced onto the bed.
Four half-grown boys on a half-grown bed, like four strips of cured meat lying on a long ceramic platter.
"I now declare! The first Late-Night Chat Conference of Dorm 612, Sixth Floor, Apartment 48, has begun!" Simon yelled and laughed loudly.
Zhang Yingxuan patted Zou Jiaqi, "Our late-night chat this time will mainly be about Simon and Su Xiangli's love story."
Zou Jiaqi, who had originally been trying to say he wanted to sleep, immediately changed his tune, "No problem, I'm ready!"
The Four Heavenly Kings lay back, squeezed together, pulled up their small blankets, kicked off their slippers, and dangled their feet by the bed, ready to listen.
"This matter, well, it has to start from the first day I met her.
Zhang Yingxuan was there that day too…
"She was very cute, but at first, she was a bit childish, but not long after, she had already learned a lot, she just wouldn't show it in front of me.
"From kindergarten to elementary school, she and I were always just close friends, but after elementary school graduation, this relationship seemed to deepen.
She developed an increasingly strong personality; she was no longer that little dummy who followed behind me."
Zhang Yingxuan interjected, "Hey, 'dummy' is my nickname."
Wei Changjun, Zou Jiaqi: "Shut up!"
Simon looked at the ceiling, telling stories of the past, his heart already full of tenderness.
"I want to keep watching her, to accompany her as she grows up.
She will be a swan, and I hope I can be a gentle breeze, sending her flying to the other side of Skyrim."
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