Youth Campus Story

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My cell phone rang loudly, waking me from a sweet dream.

"Roll call."

I barely opened my heavy eyelids. Only two simple words came from the other end of the phone, and I felt like a computer that had crashed was being restarted.

I finished washing and dressing within three minutes.

Ten seconds later, I sneaked in through the school's side gate, quickly traversed the spacious campus, and stealthily crawled into the large classroom, calmly slipping into the empty seat Ah Zhi had reserved for me.

When the teacher softly called my name, I responded with a high-pitched shout, completely unfazed.

Safe!!!

The teacher's expression was a mixture of surprise and resentment. After all, this surprise roll call was very likely tailor-made for me. But unfortunately, there's always someone better. Teacher, please try to get used to it next time. As for the other innocent comrades whose names were crossed out in red, I also felt extremely saddened.

I am just an ordinary college student.

I attended a private university, K University.

I didn't care about grades or graduate school, and my university life was quite pleasant. However, a few courses were particularly difficult, and Electromagnetism was one of them.

The inexplicable class continued, and I, who hadn't even brought my textbook, drowsily hoped to continue my unfinished dream. However, looking down from the undulating slope of the classroom, a smooth, glossy, dark waterfall came into view, as if a thousand-foot cascaded directly over my head, instantly invigorating me.

Her name was Wenwen.

Wenwen was our class beauty, and also the department beauty.

In science and engineering departments, the male-to-female ratio has always been skewed, and with so few students, titles like "class beauty" and "department beauty" are mostly symbolic, lacking real meaning. However, the situation in recent years has been quite different.

Although Wenwen was the class beauty, she wasn't a super hot girl who practically spits fire. Instead, she upheld the fine tradition of female engineering students, always sitting in the front row, right in the center. The best seat, closest to the teacher—so close you could practically be sprayed with saliva by the teacher—was reserved for the model student

. She was a stunning beauty: judging by her appearance alone, her thick-rimmed black glasses were old-fashioned and clumsy, and her clothes were always a plain white shirt with a long skirt, buttons fastened all the way to her neck. Her stiff demeanor made her look less like a student and more like a young teaching assistant or lecturer.

However, beneath her simple clothes lay a slender, well-proportioned figure, her outstanding height of over 170 centimeters making it difficult for boys to look directly at her. Her high, straight nose gave her a stubborn and proud air, and her arched eyebrows made her eyes spirited. The only slightly feminine feature was her long, flowing black hair that

reached her waist. These negative external appearances couldn't conceal Wenwen's charm; instead, they drove many boys crazy, fueling their desire to conquer the unknown pinnacle of her allure. That wonderful blend of intellect and beauty was truly rare on campus today.

However, being a beautiful classmate didn't offer any advantages, because Wenwen was not only a true ice queen, but also a walking iceberg, ready to avalanche at any moment.

Her university life consisted mainly of shuttling between the classroom and the library. Insiders revealed that she aspired to transfer to the prestigious T University with excellent grades.

Beautiful flowers always attract the covetous eyes of many suitors. Countless boys tried to impress her by showing off, acting cool, and being silly, but the aloof Wenwen never gave them a second glance.

"Instead of wasting time on all that, you should study harder."

"Is your purpose in going to university just to find a girlfriend?"

Her words weren't swearing, and her tone wasn't harsh, but the contempt and indifference in her beautiful eyes were enough to break even the most thick-skinned and persistent "social butterfly prince" in the class.

No matter how handsome a boy was, he was like trash in Wenwen's eyes; the love songs that made other girls' hearts flutter only seemed to distract her from her studies. I thought only academic performance could move this ice queen, but I never imagined that a classmate in my department would have even better grades. As

the old saying goes, "One can admire from afar, but not touch."

I've long understood this simple truth. In any case, as long as I ignore Wenwen's aloofness, simply appreciating her beauty is still a delightful pleasure.

He told me to wipe the drool from my mouth, which had been dripping from sleeping while admiring the beauty, and then gently nudged me with his cane, stealing a glance behind me…

Besides the beauty directly in front of me, there was another petite beauty sitting behind me. Her

small, oval face framed manga-like, watery eyes with a heartbreakingly melancholic gaze. Her smooth skin was as delicious as pudding, and her full, cherry-red lips inadvertently revealed a small canine tooth.

Her pitiful appearance would probably evoke a sense of righteous indignation in some men, leading them to hold her tightly in their arms and cherish her. For some other perverted beasts, they might excitedly pull her into their arms and then insert their large penises inside her…

This somewhat unfamiliar beauty wasn't a classmate of ours, yet she frequently appeared in our classroom. According to Ah Zhi's meticulous calculations, her attendance rate seemed to be higher than mine. Moreover, whether it was a coincidence or just my imagination, she always sat two rows behind me, and I even felt her secretly watching me many times. The reason was unknown

.

Let me state upfront that I am definitely not the kind of narcissistic person who thinks all girls will fall head over heels for me. After all, aside from Tony Leung's melancholic aura, F4's handsome faces, and Arnold Schwarzenegger's muscular physique, I'm just an ordinary person.

"Maybe she's taking a minor?" I answered casually while picking my nose.

"No, I've never seen her in the small exams, it seems she's just auditing classes."

Auditing electromagnetism and engineering mathematics?

I think she just wanted to find a sparsely populated classroom to solve her severe insomnia problem?

"Ah!" I yawned loudly in class. Even with beautiful girls to admire, class was still unbearable, especially the painful and boring moments which seemed to drag on forever. Finally, thirteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds after the bell rang, the teacher reluctantly ended today's lesson.

"Damn it! It's raining!" I cursed at the drizzling sky.

"The weather forecast said so yesterday, I brought you an extra one. Tingting's waiting for me, I have to go now," Azhi said calmly, handing me an umbrella.

His figure quickly disappeared on the horizon. I was still basking in the warmth of friendship when I suddenly opened the umbrella with a thud.

The umbrella was pink!

He...hello...hello kitty!!

The narrow umbrella couldn't hide my tall, imposing 180cm frame at all, and I immediately forgot all my gratitude towards Azhi.

Could he have gone to the trouble of carrying an umbrella for me just to see me make a fool of myself?

Hunched over, my body bent, I hurried through the rain like a shackled criminal being paraded through the streets. In my blurry vision, I saw a slender figure shivering slightly under the eaves. A

wave of pity washed over me, and I immediately went to meet her.

"Want to share an umbrella?"

Hearing my friendly, high-pitched voice, the girl slowly turned around.

Her exquisite features were like a work of art, perfectly proportioned from her dazzling eyes to her delicate nose, even the dimples on her cheeks—everything was flawlessly beautiful, beyond imagination.

In the misty rain, her snow-white face, glistening with water droplets, appeared exceptionally radiant, her fair skin almost translucent in the reflection of the water. Her half-wet clothes clung to her, revealing the exquisite curves of her upper body, her swan-like neck leading to the perfect arc of her chest.

I was stunned.

Gazing at the torrential rain, at my dazed expression, her delicate body trembled from the chill, but her expression held a hint of hesitation, her tightly closed cherry lips reluctant to open.

After all, the umbrella was far too small for two people.

"How about this, you hold it for now, and return it to me when you get there," I said seriously, handing her the umbrella.

Because of my rambling, her tense expression thawed, and a radiant smile bloomed on her face, like vibrant spring flowers. My heart skipped a beat again.

She slowly shrank under the umbrella, and we walked silently in the rain. Suddenly, the poet's romantic lyrics came to mind: "

I love rainy days when I can be close to you. "

All my emotions were focused on her. Inhaling her delicate fragrance, the noise of the rain and everything around us blurred, as if even the clock had stopped.

Under the umbrella felt like another world.

I accidentally touched her shoulder, and her body trembled slightly, but she didn't avoid the direct contact. Besides the smooth touch and wonderful elasticity, her warm body seemed to ignite a fuse, exploding in my heart. Even my hand holding the umbrella began to tremble.

After a three-minute walk, we stopped in front of the business school building.

"We're here," I said casually.

She gazed at my half-soaked shoulder, her warm red lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to speak, but hesitated, as if waiting for something.

"Thank you." After a minute of silence, she said goodbye and slowly walked away.

I simply watched her go with a smile, without asking for her name or contact information.

I didn't want to taint my sincere kindness with any so-called "impure intentions," although I don't deny that the woman's slender figure was one of the reasons that evoked my goodwill.

Let fate decide.

If we are destined to meet again, we will surely meet once more.

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