Xia Yanchun nodded. Anyway, she thought it was absolutely fantastic.
She was going to continue being besties with Shi Yan in college.
Buzz, buzz—
The phone rang yet again. Xia Yanchun looked disgusted, almost not wanting to answer it.
But out of politeness, she pressed answer, though her tone was clearly nowhere near as excited as when she received the call from the Jinghua University admissions office.
Shen Nian didn't say a word. He raised his fingers and stroked the girl's skin, taking advantage of her being distracted by the call to pinch and rub her cheeks mercilessly.
So smooth and soft.
After hastily dealing with the call and hanging up, Xia Yanchun pouted and complained, "How many has it been? If I don't answer once, they call twice; if I don't answer twice, they call three times..."
"It can't be helped, they have to fight for the best students. This is the heavy burden a top scorer must bear."
The phrase "top scorer" sparked Xia Yanchun's inner joy, sweeping away her previous gloom.
"I can't believe we got the exact same score!"
"It is pretty surprising. How on earth did you score so high?"
"You've got it backward. I was always better than you."
"Give me a break, I'm way better than you."
"I'll hit you." Xia Yanchun lightly smacked him a few times and hummed, "Did you turn off the stream?"
"Yeah. Guess how much I made this time?"
"Hmm... Ten thousand? It should be a little less than last time, right?"
"Look, over twenty thousand." Shen Nian took out his phone and showed Xia Yanchun his backend earnings.
Xia Yanchun carefully reviewed Shen Nian's streaming data. When she saw the income, she couldn't tear her eyes away.
A single stream actually brought in twenty thousand yuan?!
Everyone knew making money on the internet was fast, but this was way too fast!
She was green with envy.
Her determination to start her own account grew even stronger. Xia Yanchun was already fantasizing about a life where she too made a fortune every day through streaming.
"Impressive, right?"
"I guess you're alright," Xia Yanchun grumbled playfully.
The afternoon sun was at its fiercest; just standing outside felt blinding.
The temperature in Cinan today was a full thirty-four degrees Celsius. Even without direct sunlight, Xia Yanchun felt stifled. If they didn't go back inside for some air conditioning soon, her skin would get all sticky.
Pushing Shen Nian back into the room, Xia Yanchun closed the balcony windows and drew all the curtains, turning the room into a private space for just the two of them.
But Xia Yanchun wasn't much in the mood to flirt with Shen Nian. At this moment, the girl was still immersed in the joy of her academic success.
Buzz, buzz—
Shen Nian's phone rang. It was an unknown number, but the location was local.
"Hello, is this Shen Nian?"
"Yes."
As soon as he answered, the official tone made it obvious it was a university admissions office.
Only, this time, the caller was from Nanjiang University—the school that Shen Nian, Xia Yanchun, and Li Shiyan had applied to.
"We are from the Nanjiang University Admissions Office. Have you decided on a university yet, Shen Nian? If not, why not consider Nanjiang University? We have the most abundant research funding in the country, and many of our majors are at the cutting edge internationally..."
Shen Nian and Xia Yanchun exchanged a glance, listening to the girl on the other end blabber on for quite a while about Nanjiang University's prestige.
As one of the elite C9 League universities, Nanjiang University was actually not inferior to the two top schools in the capital in many aspects. Of course, Shen Nian's reason for choosing Nanjiang University was Xia Yanchun, and Xia Yanchun's reason was simply that it was close to home.
Who could blame them when Cinan just so happened to have such a powerful university?
"When would you be free, Shen Nian? If possible, we could meet in person to discuss any conditions you might want, such as annual scholarships, dorms, roommates, mentors... These are all negotiable."
"I'm free tomorrow. If you want to come over, make it tomorrow afternoon."
The person on the other end was clearly taken aback for a moment. "Alright!"
Probably because he had already chosen Nanjiang University.
After all, the vast majority of top scorers and high-ranking students flocked to the capital.
Shen Nian muttered in his heart. Not long after he hung up, it was Xia Yanchun's turn. It was also the Nanjiang University admissions office, and the pitch was more or less the same. Xia Yanchun also scheduled an in-person meeting for tomorrow afternoon.
"Ugh, I'm so tired..." After hanging up, Xia Yanchun lay down completely, hugging Shen Nian's pillow and staring at the ceiling, her feet dangling and swaying.
"Tired when you haven't even done anything?"
"I'm tired from being happy."
"Wow, nice one."
"It's perfectly normal. Being happy consumes energy too." Xia Yanchun puffed out her cheeks, pulled her feet up, and threw herself onto Shen Nian's back. "Top scorer... hehe."
It was obvious that Little Chun was truly overjoyed.
Feeling the soft touch of the girl behind him, Shen Nian chuckled. He took the opportunity to stand up, reached his hands back, and hoisted the obedient Xia Yanchun onto his back, slowly walking a couple of laps around the room.
"Not bad at all, you really know how to make your big sister happy." A little flower bloomed in Xia Yanchun's heart. She pinched Shen Nian's earlobe, completely unbothered by her chest pressing against his back.
"Sigh, if I didn't know how to please you, I wouldn't have survived this long."
"Was I really that terrible before?"
"Very terrible. When I was a kid, I almost got depression because of you."
"I don't believe you."
"Haha, I don't believe it either." Shen Nian grinned, shifting his body to make Xia Yanchun's posture more comfortable and natural. He smiled faintly, "I didn't think that much back then. Every day I just wondered if I'd be able to beat you up the next day."
"And in the end, you never could, hehehe."
"By the time I could beat you, you started trying to reason with me."
"A smart person knows when to back down. If I know I can't beat you and still fight you, wouldn't that make me an idiot?"
"..."
It was true.
Shen Nian actually had no way to argue with that.
People like Xia Yanchun were the shrewdest. When she could beat him, she hit him hard. When she couldn't, she started spouting nonsense about how men and women shouldn't touch each other.
Feeling perfectly comfortable on Shen Nian's back, Xia Yanchun didn't really want to get down. She whispered quietly in his ear, "Are you tired?"
"I could... I could carry you on my back all day."
"Braggart. Put me down."
"No. I'm going to carry you until your parents get back, and then right in front of them, I'll carry you into your house. I'll openly declare that I've already won you over, and I didn't even spend a single dime. Not only did I not spend money, but I also mooched several meals off you, just to let your parents know you gave yourself away for free."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I only know that someone threw a massive tantrum because I didn't accept his confession right away, crying and making a fuss, begging me to be his girlfriend."
"..."
Holy crap!
Shen Nian was metaphorically in tears. Xia Yanchun had all the dirt on him.
No wonder Little Chun rejected him that first time. So it wasn't because confessing during the Spring Festival had more of a ceremonial feel; she was just saving it up to use against him!
"Put me down." Xia Yanchun patted his shoulder lightly.
Shen Nian behaved himself. He gently set her down on the bed and sat on the edge himself, looking distressed, feeling like his future was pitch black.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
"Wait a minute, I don't think anyone would believe you even if you did tell them." Shen Nian attempted a counterattack.
"My parents definitely would."
"...Oh." Shen Nian's counterattack failed.
It seemed he had no choice but to surrender himself to Little Chun.
Shen Nian had mentally prepared himself and was just about to take off his clothes when Xia Yanchun suddenly yanked down the hem of the shirt he had just lifted. She glared at him, her face flushed with indignation. "What are you taking your clothes off for!"
"Haha, my bad. I thought I triggered a defeat CG."
"As if anyone wants to see that!"

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