Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

Chapter 106: Enduring a Moment to Save a Dog’s Life

TL: Etude

Guo Zihang was an interesting person. Although he was somewhat cowardly, he still harbored a desire to show off.

After driving around the cross-river bridge, Guo kept urging Jiang Qin, “Stepfather, let’s go to the school and park under the girls’ dormitory!”

However, Jiang Qin eventually stopped at the entrance of the University of Science and Technology and earnestly advised Guo Zihang: “Showing off with someone else’s car is never as good as being true to yourself. Drink less hot water.”

“Brother Jiang, just let me show off this once!” Guo Zihang pleaded earnestly.

Jiang Qin thought for a moment and then said, “I might be coming here next month to promote something. If you can help me keep an eye on things for a few days, buying a car shouldn’t be a big problem.”

“Buying an Audi?!” Guo Zihang was shocked.

“Something like that: a Yadea.”

“?????”

At 5:30 in the afternoon, Jiang Qin drove back to Linchuan University.

Linchuan University had a rule: private cars were not allowed on campus.

If students needed to drive to school, they had to apply in advance and could only enter the campus after obtaining a pass.

However, thanks to the long-running School Beauty Contest and Xi Tian Marketing, every time supplies were delivered, whoever was in charge would leave two packs of cigarettes at the security booth, as instructed by Jiang Qin. So, when Jiang Qin lowered his car window, the guards pretended not to notice: one craned his neck, another feigned sleep, and a third started to intervene but ended up picking up a cigarette butt from the road.

Truth be told, such social niceties didn’t play a significant role in major decisions but could be convenient in detail.

If the guards insisted on stopping him, he would have had to park outside the campus until he got the pass.

Moreover, since cars weren’t allowed on the pedestrian street, he would have had to park in the Cui Zhu Garden parking lot across the street.

Audis and Bentleys were different. Audis didn’t carry as much prestige, so the guards would dare to stop them.

When Jiang Qin reached the intersection of the boys’ dormitory, he casually parked his car on the side of the road where it wouldn’t cause trouble and then went upstairs to his dorm.

“Holy crap, is this guy really asking you to fight? We’re in college, that’s just ridiculous. Isn’t he afraid of getting expelled?”

“Fighting will definitely get you expelled, especially if you fight back. But you can’t just stand there and get hit, Old Cao. I suggest you don’t go.”

“We could sneak a peek, though. If there are a lot of people, we won’t show up, and if there are few… we also won’t show up.”

As soon as Jiang Qin entered the dorm, he heard the three roommates discussing. He opened the door and found Ren Ziqiang and Zhou Chao gathered around Cao Guangyu’s computer screen: “What are you up to? Watching Brother Cao’s mighty punches online again?”

“Brother Jiang, it’s Brother Cao who’s about to take some mighty punches this time. Someone with an ID wants to confront him in reality,” Ren Ziqiang blurted out succinctly.

Jiang Qin was surprised: “Good heavens, what kind of infuriating post did Old Cao write?”

“I just started a new thread saying my girlfriend overshadowed the number one school beauty. By the way, Brother Jiang, can you check who this three-letter ID belongs to?”

“That would be violating user privacy, which is illegal.”

Cao Guangyu knew about the privacy issue but was still very anxious: “Although I’m a simple and unpretentious rich second generation, I’m terrible in a fight. We’re in college; how can someone be so unreasonable?”

“You didn’t include your dorm number in your boastful little essay, did you?” Jiang Qin felt Cao might have gone overboard.

“No way, I’d never do something that brain-dead in a million years. But I did use my real name for showing off.”

“You’re brave, huh?

“Without using my real name, where’s the sense of immersion? Should I say my name is Zeng Aniu?”

“Cao Changyu, Cao Guangning, Cao Changning. If all else fails, use Cao Cao. That’s safer than using your real name. Don’t you know why I set up anonymous forums?”

Cao Guangyu puffed out his chest: “Although my post is partly fictional, most of it is true. I have a clear conscience.”

“Old Cao, stop kidding yourself. The only true thing in your post is your name; everything else is mine.”

“…”

Jiang Qin turned on the computer: “Although I can’t invade someone’s privacy, I can help you check his posting history. Let’s see what kind of person he is. How about that?”

“That works. Thanks, Brother Jiang. I’m treating you to lunch tomorrow. I don’t have class in the morning!” Cao Guangyu thanked him with a bow.

Then, Ren Ziqiang, Zhou Chao, and Cao Guangyu gathered around to watch Jiang Qin enter the admin panel, search for the three-letter ID, and check the person’s posting history. They all fell silent.

“?xx you xx, if you xx can’t write, then hurry up and xx, disgusting me!?”

“?Stealing someone’s boyfriend and still playing the victim, do you xx have a face??”

“?Damn, I met an xx yesterday, driving without slowing down, splashing me all over, really xxxx.?”

“?Who the xx flipped the chairs in the cafeteria with water? How can others eat? Such people are simply xxxx!?”

“…”

Jiang Qin’s hand trembled slightly as he held the mouse, his thirty-eight-year-old soul shaken: “Old Cao, my advice is not to go.”

“Brother Cao, I also suggest you endure for a moment…” Ren Ziqiang began but then paused.

Cao Guangyu, pale-faced, glanced at him: “Calm before the storm?”

Ren Ziqiang shook his head: “Endure a moment to save a dog’s life.”

“…”

The next morning, there were no classes for Finance Class 3.

Jiang Qin had just gotten up when he received a call from Cao Xinyue, saying Professor Yan was back and asking him to come over and say hello.

Jiang Qin’s startup had been very successful, and if he had to thank anyone, it definitely had to be Professor Yan.

After all, everyone in the team was getting paid for their work, so excessive gratitude wasn’t necessary. However, Professor Yan had never even met him and had been helping him selflessly. Not feeling grateful would be a lie.

Jiang Qin thought that for his first visit, he should bring something, but Cao Xinyue had specifically instructed not to. This put him in a dilemma.

Not bringing anything didn’t seem right, but knowing how quirky Professor Yan could be, it was hard to choose what to bring. This choice was harder than advanced mathematics.

Right, fruit.

Fruit shouldn’t count as a gift, should it?

Jiang Qin remembered that just yesterday, to thank Wu Caifeng, he had bought some high-quality fruits, including mangosteens, which now came in handy.

Jiang Qin went back to his car, opened the trunk, and took a bag of fruits to the entrepreneurship center’s main office.

Professor Yan wasn’t tall, his shoulders slightly stooped. Although he was spirited, his overall image wasn’t imposing – frankly, he looked like a little old man. He was not yet seventy, but he seemed more weathered than his actual age.

“Sit.”

“Have some tea.”

Professor Yan had already poured tea for him, his demeanor humble, more like a family elder.

Seeing this, Jiang Qin straightened up for once, expecting a serious lecture from the professor. Instead, the professor opened with a question about how to obtain a forum title.

The old man was indeed quirky, but not in an obstinate scholar way. Instead, he had a sense of cold humor.

The two talked for a long while, but not about entrepreneurship. Instead, they discussed more about university life.

Jiang Qin tried several times to bring up issues with the forum, but the professor always deliberately avoided it, as if reluctant to interfere in others’ affairs.

In the end, Professor Yan put down the teapot, its spout now facing the door, signaling Jiang Qin it was time to leave.

“Professor, I have classes this afternoon, so I should be going,” Jiang Qin said as he got up to leave.

Professor Yan was silent for a moment before suddenly speaking: “Jiang Qin, you must be wondering why I’ve been helping you without even meeting you, right?”

“Indeed, I am curious. Could you give me an answer?” Jiang Qin asked honestly.

“I once had a student, very intelligent, and like you, daring and decisive in action. But she tragically followed my advice and suffered greatly, still struggling to recover. Your paths are similar, and when I saw your project proposal, it was as if I saw hers.”

“I see,” Jiang Qin understood.

“Do well. Your success may inspire many.”

After hearing about the professor’s past, Jiang Qin bid farewell and left the office. He stopped in the corridor, his gaze gradually deepening.

The path of development similar to his own, suffering heavy losses and unable to recover…

“Damn, don’t let me see my own reflection. Amen, hallelujah!”

After leaving the Entrepreneurship Center, Jiang Qin drove to the women’s dormitory of the Finance Department and casually parked the Audi at the entrance. He took out his phone.

“Feng Nanshu, come out for a walk!”

“Coming right now.”

“There’s a black Audi parked downstairs. Just come up to it.”

After a while, a striking figure emerged from the girls’ dormitory of the Finance Department. She wore a faux two-piece uniform-style hoodie with white pants, exuding a youthful, naive charm that was almost enchanting. In the bleak early autumn, her beauty was captivating.

However, probably accustomed to being a young lady, Feng Nanshu instinctively walked around the rear of the car and then opened and sat in the back seat. Although her face was expressionless, there was a hint of pleasure in her demeanor.

“…”

Jiang Qin pursed his lips, feigning nonchalance: “It’s a bit cold in the back, the front is better.”

Feng Nanshu pondered for a moment before getting out of the car and then opened the front passenger door.

Jiang Qin watched as she got in, feeling his chest tighten as she settled into the seat, a suffocating sensation enveloping him. He knew this was a physiological reaction created by the shadows of his past life.

Finally, Feng Nanshu sat in the passenger seat, her clear eyes looking at him, and her cherry-red lips pressed together, looking exceptionally lively.

Unexpectedly…

The first person who ended up sitting in my passenger seat turned out to be her?!

Could this be… fate?!

Jiang Qin feigned seriousness, musing about the mysterious nature of destiny.

“My best friend, please fasten your seatbelt.”

“Okay.”

Feng Nanshu pulled down the seatbelt, clicked it into the buckle, her eyes clear and cold, sitting neatly and quietly.

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