There were still many students on the road discussing the exams.
Shen Nian had never taken exams to heart.
Linear algebra, college physics, deep learning... to him, they were all a piece of cake. The group assignments given a week or two in advance had long been finished.
If he studied this seriously and still failed, it would only mean he didn't want to write or was too lazy to.
Xia Yanchun and Li Shiyan, who had also been studying diligently from start to finish, didn't feel much pressure about the exams either, barely paying them any mind.
Failing a class was simply out of the question for them.
The campus was much emptier. The artificial intelligence major's holiday started two days later than the others. The mandatory pre-holiday class meeting had already been held, so the end of the exam just now marked the official start of the AI students' winter break.
Some students were already waiting for their rides with their luggage, while those who were slower at packing were now hurrying back to their dorms.
"Have you packed up your single dorm?" Shen Nian asked without turning his head.
"All packed. I stuffed everything into the closet."
"Silly. I just covered everything with plastic wrap. Efficient and convenient."
"Just say you're too lazy to tidy up."
"Hehe." Shen Nian grinned, showing his teeth.
After walking Li Shiyan to the school gate, Shen Nian bought some snacks at a nearby shop before heading back to the residential complex with Xia Yanchun.
Winter break, starting this afternoon and ending in mid-February after the New Year, meant plenty of time to play.
Upon arriving at the complex, Shen Nian hooked his arm around Xia Yanchun's. "Oh my, whose beautiful lady is this? Come take a walk with your bro."
"A true thug showing his true colors." Xia Yanchun nudged him with her elbow.
Nudging through three layers of clothes felt quite impactful, and she wasn't worried about hurting Shen Nian, considering she didn't use much force.
Shen Nian didn't dodge. Instead, he pulled up the hood resting behind the girl's neck.
Xia Yanchun had a slender frame. Whenever the weather got just a bit cold, her ears would turn red.
Under the cool tones of winter, Xia Yanchun's skin was strikingly white, looking completely different from when military training ended.
He really envied this kind of skin that could whiten back up after just a few months of care.
What? I'm like that too? Never mind then.
Because he intentionally avoided the sun, Shen Nian's skin had also returned to its healthy pre-military training paleness.
"Holiday, holiday! Now there will be more people in the livestream room, plus New Year red envelopes, the gifts will be rolling in!" The first thing Xia Yanchun thought of was her livestream.
Anything involving money could not be taken lightly.
"Look at you, have you fallen into a money hole?"
"If you don't like money, you can give me your livestream earnings."
"Now I see how it is."
"Blegh."
Xia Yanchun crossed her arms and pulled her clothes tighter.
It was once again the season where she couldn't leave Shen Nian's side.
How was Shen Nian so warm?
Xia Yanchun always loved leaning against him.
Back home, it was finally much warmer. Xia Yanchun took off her coat and comfortably turned on the AC's heating.
She never really liked leaving the heater on because it would get stuffy. Turning it on for a bit to warm up the room and then turning it off was just perfect, making it especially comfortable for a nap.
With exams over, she felt completely relaxed. The thought of not having to rush to an 8 AM class like a zombie tomorrow made Xia Yanchun feel wonderful.
She quietly curled up, not playing on her phone, just spacing out as she waited for Shen Nian to change his shoes, wash his feet, and come over to her.
The Spring Festival was early this year, with New Year's Eve on the fifth of next month and the Spring Festival on the sixth. Xia Yanchun calculated the time; it was only half a month away.
It was on the first day of the New Year last year that Shen Nian confessed to her, officially confirming their relationship...
It felt like just the blink of an eye, and she and Shen Nian were already approaching their one-year anniversary!
This was a day worth paying attention to. What kind of gift should she take the opportunity to extort from him...
No, no, it was properly receiving a gift, not extortion!
Just as she was scheming, the door opened, and Shen Nian slipped in. He lifted the blanket and immediately lay flat.
"Ah, your feet are still wet!"
"I didn't put them under the blanket."
"So annoying, you're getting my sheets wet."
"That means you love it."
Shen Nian never took scoldings to heart. Once his feet were completely dry, he gently embraced Xia Yanchun, warming her hands and toes.
He had to keep Chunbao warm all day.
With her hands held together by Shen Nian, Xia Yanchun secretly felt bubbly inside, but on the surface, she frowned and grumbled, "I'm telling you, our one-year anniversary is coming up. Don't you have anything to show for it?"
"Damn, has it really been a year already?" Shen Nian looked serious.
"Yeah, yeah."
"Is that so... Then you go first and show something."
"M-My gift is myself!" Xia Yanchun giggled. "Don't you think having me by your side is the best gift? You should be secretly thrilled."
"...?" Shen Nian gave her a lopsided look.
Was this a try-not-to-laugh challenge? Then you win.
"Get out of here, I'm a materialistic man. Give me something material."
"Then I haven't thought of it yet." Xia Yanchun rubbed against Shen Nian, pouting her lips high. "What about yours?"
"I haven't thought of one either. Giving gifts is the most troublesome thing. Can you not be so materialistic?"
"..."
Humorous Haji Nian, done being humorous.
Does anyone understand when I say Shen Nian is an idiot?
Shen Nian pulled the sulking girl into his arms, his thoughts drifting to the gift.
A one-year anniversary? Time really did fly.
It felt as though his confession was just yesterday.
As for the gift... Shen Nian truly hadn't figured it out. He wasn't lying; picking out gifts was the biggest hassle.
He really just wanted to randomly pick a necklace worth tens of thousands of yuan to brush Xia Yanchun off.
Speaking of necklaces, Xia Yanchun seemingly liked them too.
For her last birthday, he had wanted to give her a necklace, but Xia Yanchun refused, saying she didn't want to wear one. However, when he asked her to accompany him to pick out necklaces for his parents, she said she really liked them... He had wanted to buy one for her first right then, but she had turned him down.
Chunbao did like pretty necklaces.
But she didn't like wearing them. If he gave her a necklace, there was a high chance she would do what his parents did: put it away and just take it out to look at from time to time.
His parents had taken off their necklaces now because they had to work at the breeding farm.
Sigh, picking gifts is the most troublesome.
"What do you want?" Shen Nian asked.
"I don't know either."
"How ridiculous. Forget it, I'm not going to think about it. Let's take a nap." Shen Nian slipped his hand into the girl's clothes and pressed his thigh directly onto her legs.
Xia Yanchun's small face flushed pink. She trembled slightly in Shen Nian's embrace, the chill on her body finally dissipating completely.
After thinking it over and still not knowing what to get, Shen Nian simply gave up. He decided to just behave and take a nap with Chunbao.
... Well, maybe not entirely behaving.
"Good afternoon, Chunbao."
"Good afternoon, good afternoon..."
"Chunbao, I've decided. I'll give myself to you. Whether you want my body or my soul, it's all up to you."
"Really?"
"Really!" Shen Nian said, preparing to take off his clothes.
"Then can I have the money in your bank card?"
"Damn it, that won't work. You better just take my body."
"Hehehe—"
Xia Yanchun giggled secretly in his arms.
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
