A woman's mole - Sixteen

"Brother, can you take a look at this for me?" my cousin said on the phone.
My cousin recently finished her college entrance exams. As soon as the results came out, she told me and asked me to help her decide which school to apply to.
Her grades were quite good, more than 60 points above the first-tier university admission line.
Since I had a two-day holiday, I spent two days researching in my dorm and finally selected seven or eight schools.
On QQ, she said she wanted to go to the south and to a school closer to me.
I said that going to university is a very serious matter, and you shouldn't let other unimportant factors distract you.
She said with certainty that she didn't want to stay in the north anymore, because the spring winds there were too strong.
I smiled in front of the computer screen, as if that little girl with two braids from long ago was standing in front of me.
I said, "Okay. Why don't you come to my school?"
She said she wouldn't go, as she didn't have any majors she wanted to study.
I know she loves to draw and is a very sentimental person. After thinking for a while, I suggested TJ or DN University; the architecture there is quite nice. However, TJ is in Shanghai, which is quite close to where I am.
She said, "I don't want to go to Shanghai, I want to go to your place!"
I didn't go home during the summer vacation; I stayed at school. I also didn't go to work, because a teacher wanted me to intern in her lab.
Professor Zeng was a professor of my major courses in the second semester of my sophomore year. Before the end of the semester, I approached her and expressed my desire to study in her research group.
She seemed to agree without much hesitation, saying she would go during the summer vacation and would let me know.
Professor Zeng doesn't look like a woman in her early forties at all. She's very beautiful, usually wears only light makeup, and still retains her charm. Yet, she's already a professor and a doctoral supervisor. I generally don't doze off in her classes, let alone sleep on my desk.
While waiting at the school, first-year students were undergoing military training. Walking around campus, shouts could be heard everywhere.
I couldn't help but think back to this time last year, and to Gu Xuan. I had an urge to know how Gu Xuan was doing. Had she gone home? What was she doing now?
But I never had the courage to dial her number, just like before, I hesitated and finally gave up.
After a week of learning and assisting Professor Zeng in his research group, I started taking on some simple tasks. Well, they were quite simple for me: data processing, mainly using Excel. For tasks that Excel couldn't handle, I designed my own programs.
It was only then that I realized why Ms. Zeng had agreed so quickly. It turned out that she knew from my assignments and PPT presentations that I was good at this kind of thing, and her research group happened to need it.
There aren't many people in the research group. There are eight people in total, including master's and doctoral students, plus me, who is an unstaff member. Of course, being an unstaff member doesn't mean I'm working for free. Professor Zeng gives me 150 yuan a day as a service fee.
Later I realized how generous Professor Zeng was—compared to the stinginess of my later graduate advisor, the 150 yuan she gave me every day was unbelievably much. And you should know that she only gave her students a monthly stipend of 1,000 yuan.
It wasn't until much later, during a dinner party, that I complained to her about how stingy my supervisor was. She laughed and said that the project had more funding, especially the labor costs, which were more than enough, so it benefited me.
Unlike undergraduate students, graduate students are generally addressed as "senior brother" or "senior sister." Well, Professor Zeng's students are mostly female, with fewer male students; perhaps this is a female professor's preference.
My desk is at the very back of the office, against the wall on the left, and next to me on the right is a senior student named Yan Ji.
When I first heard Teacher Zeng introduce Yan Ji, I didn't know how to write the characters. It wasn't until I sat next to her and saw the label on the wall next to her desk that I realized: Yan Ji.
I read the voice aloud: Yan Ji, Yan Xueqing?
"Huh?" She looked up at me in surprise. "How did you know?"
"Huh?" I was a little confused.
"Yan Xueqing! My second name, hehe, although no one else calls me that..." She smiled, revealing two small tiger teeth.
"Oh? I just said it offhand, I just thought Xueqing was better..." I said embarrassedly.
"Okay, let's just say it was a coincidence. But I really admire you!" She pointed at me with her finger and smiled mischievously.
Yan Xueqing, oh no, Yan Ji is only a first-year graduate student, born in 1984, three years older than me, but she is definitely my senior.
Perhaps because she was closest to me, we walked very close together in the office. I don't know if it's because there are more women than men in Professor Zeng's research group, but all three of my senior colleagues are quite low-key and usually don't talk much, just like I was two years ago, giving off a somewhat dull impression.
On the contrary, the five senior female students are the source of joy in the office, especially Yan Ji, who is very good at teasing people and dares to make jokes about even the eldest senior male student.
I especially love seeing her smile and her little tiger teeth showing. I can't imagine a graduate student smiling mischievously and showing two little tiger teeth. It gives me a feeling of time travel. I always feel that she is not born in 1984, but should be about my age, or even younger than me.
The senior students are all nice people. We eat together every day at noon, mostly in the cafeteria, and I always sit opposite Yan Ji.
Over time, I learned a lot about her.
She said she was from Shanxi.
I joked, "Is your family a major coal producer?"
She covered her mouth and laughed, without giving a direct answer.
I think even if my guess wasn't entirely right, it wasn't entirely wrong either. Because she wasn't particularly fair-skinned, but rather had a healthy complexion, I blurted out, "Or maybe your skin is darker..."
She ended up hitting him several times with her chopsticks before she was done.
She didn't do her undergraduate studies here; her boyfriend is doing his master's in Shanghai. They were classmates in undergraduate studies and plan to get married after graduation.
I said, "It'll be another two years. Your boyfriend definitely won't be able to wait that long."
She rolled her eyes at me, tapped me with her chopsticks, and said with a pout, "What do you know, you little brat!"
In late August, Professor Zeng's research group went on holiday, and the senior students all rushed home. On the day Yan Ji left, she called me and asked me to see her off.
She was waiting for me downstairs in the graduate student apartment building, waving at me and saying, "Come on up!"
I said, "Isn't that inappropriate? This is a girls' dormitory!"
She pouted and pulled me through the gate. She seemed to know the dormitory manager well, and I told her that this was my junior classmate who would help me move my things.
The dormitory door was open, and I stood at the doorway peeking inside. The dormitory was quite clean, with three people sharing a room, and each person had their own space with a bunk bed and a desk underneath. She pushed me in and pointed to the suitcase on the floor, saying, "It's too heavy, I can't lift it."
I picked it up and tried it out; thankfully, it wasn't too heavy for me.
"Have a seat. My train is at 3 PM, so it's still early. Want some water? Okay, we're out of water. Wait a minute, I'll get some." She picked up the thermos and was about to leave when I quickly stopped her, saying no, I wasn't thirsty.
I sat awkwardly in the chair, my right hand in my pocket, fumbling for a lighter, unsure how to be alone with her.
She chuckled. "Why are you so nervous? I've never noticed you being so shy before. You're usually quite outgoing. What's wrong with you now?"
"Shall I have a smoke?"
"Go ahead and smoke, I don't mind," she nodded.
I quickly lit a cigarette to cover up my embarrassment.
"Do you need to change trains? You can't handle such heavy stuff by yourself."
"No need, someone will pick me up after I get off the bus," she said, sitting on the table with her legs swinging, looking down at me.
The light blue jeans tightly hugged her two full, long legs, which kept swaying in front of my eyes. The smell of burning cigarettes mixed with the fragrance of the girls' dormitory, making me a little short of breath.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked with a smile.
"It's over. We just broke up not long ago," I replied dejectedly.
"Oh, what's wrong?" she asked with great interest.
So I gave a brief explanation, which resulted in her laughing at me, saying that I was both dull and stupid.
I asked, "Why?"
She said, "She's already made herself so clear to you, can't you just say something nice and promise to spend more time with her in the future? Besides, you never know what might happen in the future, so let's keep things calm for now."
I said, "Senior, you're very experienced. Does your boyfriend often coax you like this?"
She pouted and said, "Yeah, I don't know why I was always so blinded by him and got fooled so many times!"
I said, "That's because you yourself are willing to let him deceive you."
She suddenly bent down, her face very close, and said with a smile, "You little brat, you know quite a bit!"
A faint fragrance wafted into my nose, though I couldn't quite place the fruit; it just smelled wonderful. When she smiled, two small tiger teeth were revealed. The strong sunlight streaming through the half-drawn curtains shone on her face, making her little tiger teeth gleam in the sunlight.
The neckline of her light blue t-shirt dangled in mid-air, revealing her snow-white skin and black bra. While her breasts weren't as large as Feng Ye's, they were still quite substantial, with half a breast visible above the bra and a deep cleavage in the middle.
She seemed to realize something was wrong, immediately straightened up, and a faint blush rose to her face. Still annoyed, she lightly kicked me, glared at me, and snapped, "I'll gouge your eyes out!"
I picked at my ear and said helplessly, "I didn't want to see it. You came over here yourself, so it's my fault?"
"It's all your fault anyway!" She was surprisingly unreasonable. After saying that, she picked up a book from the table and gently threw it into my lap.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward, so I picked up the book in my arms and pretended to read it seriously. I remember it was a collection of poems, but my mind was not on the book at all.
After a while, she chuckled, kicked my calf with her pink sneakers, and said, "Stop pretending. You haven't even looked at a single page in all this time."
I quickly returned the book to her, saying apologetically, "If I keep pretending like this, I think I'll start thinking about jumping off a building!"
"I've just realized that you're not an honest person after all!"
"I never said I was honest, so don't blame me. Besides, women love bad boys, right? Who said that again?" I retorted.
"..." She rolled her eyes at me and scoffed, "Even your bad behavior couldn't keep your girlfriend!"
I had no choice but to admit defeat, realizing that I couldn't gain any advantage over her words at all.
"Let's go, it's getting late." I checked the time and it was almost one o'clock.
"Okay, you carry the suitcase, I'll carry the backpack, hehe!" She jumped off the table and laughed mischievously.
I watched her walk into the ticket gate, and then she called me soon after to say that she had already asked someone to put her things away, so I shouldn't worry and could go home quickly.
In my heart I thought, "I'm not worried about you at all!" But I said aloud, "Have a safe trip!"

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