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Ah Nian's Late Youth 2 

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The tall, slender girl removed her shoulder bag, sat down opposite him, nodded slightly, and gave him a charming smile.

Her bright, lively eyes, slightly obscured by her short bangs, stared intently at his face with a playful and curious gaze.

This wasn't the first time Ah Nian had encountered this girl.

Several days earlier, she had appeared in the library, sitting in the empty seat opposite him, and even proactively asking him for help with a topic. Luckily, her notes were excellent; otherwise, Ah Nian, at his level, probably wouldn't have even been able to grasp the core of the problem, let alone solve it properly.

After that day, the girl consistently appeared in the library, always on days he planned to spend studying there. So, over time, he got used to studying alongside her.

Although Ah Nian hadn't even asked her name.

Based on his experience last year, seven out of ten girls who approached him were trying to get Old Wang's phone number, one borrowed his notes with no return, and the remaining two relayed messages for the professor. Ten out of ten had nothing to do with him, yet they all acted shyly, making him incredibly hard.

Hardened, of course, by his fists.

"Can I borrow your notes for a moment?"

"Sure."

Without a word, A-Nian turned his half-read notes around and handed them to the girl, then buried himself in solving the problem.

Although he vaguely heard the girl whispering something, he ignored it, focusing instead on digesting this damned long essay question from the Department of Experience. He hadn't yet remembered any secret relationship between Max and Nicholas!

Twirling his pen, scratching his hair, he desperately squeezed out seemingly relevant but ambiguous words in his head at an average rate of one word every three seconds, writing what appeared to be the correct answer.

"Classmate."

A-Nian thought for a moment, then crossed out the noun he had just written; those seemed to be psychology theorems.

He couldn't help but rub his temples a few times, carefully searching through his memories for the academic knowledge interspersed in his rambling.

"Classmate."

After searching high and low, he finally found the right words and theories, and he scribbled on the paper with great flourish, finishing the question before his deadline.

"Classmate!"

"Huh? Calling me?"

He then came to his senses and realized that the girl opposite him was calling him.

"What's up?"

"...I wanted to mention that you got this question wrong."

"Huh? Really?"

Ah Nian re-examined the question incredulously.

"Look, here."

The girl's finger swept across a certain part of the second paragraph of his long essay, then pointed to the part of the notebook that Dead Squid had highlighted with a highlighter.

Ah Nian frowned and pondered for a while.

"The principle is wrong. Game theory can't be explained like that." "...Ah, right." After the girl pointed it out, Ah-Nian realized what he had done wrong and quickly corrected the relevant parts, requoting the theory to fill the gaps.

His gaze kept shifting between the draft paper and the part of his notebook the girl was pointing to.

"...Classmate."

"Are there any other citation errors?"

Ah-Nian was a little puzzled.

He had missed this lesson's notes because he was participating in a competitive eating contest, but it shouldn't be that bad, right?

"Could you please look at the other person while we're talking?"

Hearing the girl's slightly dissatisfied voice, Ah-Nian shifted his gaze slightly upwards.

Then, he met the girl's eyes, her eyebrows raised sharply; seemingly because she hadn't received a suitable and reasonable response, the girl simply propped her elbows on the table and leaned her entire upper body towards him.

Their eyes, separated by their glasses, sized each other up for several seconds.

"Hey, say something, classmate."

"...Don't you think cutting off communication bridges is a terrible form of monopolistic behavior?" "...I believe I've made the most suitable judgment for Pareto based on recent observations." "But clearly, neither of us has maximized our profits; it's even a lose-lose situation, isn't it?" "Interpersonal relationships with less than 168 hours of accumulated time don't fit into TRAPS, right?" "That's just adverse selection in your thought process. Be careful of the tragedy of the commons, okay?" After this back-and-forth, the two stared at each other for several seconds.

Then, without knowing who started it, Ah-Nian and the girl both laughed.


"Su Ruonian, first-year economics student."

"My surname is Hong... um... can you just call me Sister Ziling?"

The girl smiled sweetly at A-Nian.

A-Nian frowned as he looked at the girl, whose appearance wasn't much different from his own.

Although he looked a bit older than his age, apart from her chest, he really couldn't see why she should be called "sister.

" "Nice to meet you, Hong."

"...Hmm, you really don't know how to read people, little Nian."

A-Nian cleverly ignored the question and continued working on his exercises.

Several months later, the atmosphere of exam week had enveloped the entire campus.

"I'm doomed... I'm doomed..."

"Ahhhhh... the light is flowing backwards..."

"Mom, Mom..."

A-Nian, who was eating his sixth sandwich, looked at his classmates around him who were wailing and frantically flipping through their notes, and couldn't help but imagine the wonderful things that would happen for lunch.

With the help of Dead Squid and his seclusion in the library, he wasn't afraid.

"Hoo..."

The person who saved his life back then was now lying on the stone bench, fast asleep with a book covering his face.

As for Old Wang next to him, sweating and staring at his handwritten copybook, well, this guy was still playing around in a hotel three days before the exam, so even if he died, it was his own fault, so he didn't care.

Thinking this, just in case, A-Nian took out his notebook to flip through it.

"Oh, little brother A-Nian is here too?"

A familiar voice came from behind him, and A-Nian glanced back and saw his classmate, who called herself his sister, dressed in casual clothes.

The sleeveless beige shirt made her fair arms even more eye-catching, and the dark blue long skirt added a touch of elegance to her appearance. The slightly loose clothing combination concealed her figure well; however, what made A-Nian glance at her more was her eyes, which looked even more quiet and beautiful than usual when she wore glasses.

"Hello, Hong."

"Is this Sister Ziling?"

"Forget it, classmate."

Hearing Ziling's almost always-present greeting, A-Nian simply rolled his eyes in response.

This girl, for some reason, just loved pressuring him to call her "sister"; even though he'd seen her ID and knew their ages, A-Nian just didn't want to.

However, after being asked this three or four times a day, A-Nian eventually got used to Ziling's teasing.

But he forgot he had two equally goofy friends beside him.

"Hey kid, introduce yourself quickly! Where did you meet her?! Are you a second-time social butterfly?!" "Hello, my surname is Wang, A-Shang, I'm A-Nian's old friend." Compared to the squid who jumped up and shook his shoulder with a barrage of questions in less than a tenth of a second, A-Nian admired Old Wang even more for being able to pretend he hadn't seen anything and introduce himself to Ziling. Truly a representative of forgetting friends for the sake of beauty.

Incidentally, after he tightened his grip, the squid obediently released its hands.

"Economics Department, Hong Ziling, she's in the same class as Xiao Nian."

As she spoke, Ziling winked at Xiao Nian.

The person being glared at with resentment and surprise was utterly bewildered; he had never seen this classmate who called herself his older sister in class before.

"Why didn't you introduce her?! Ouch ...

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