Chapter 47: Yan Yicheng's Confession

  Meng'er returned to the classroom, and the commotion had subsided. The lecturer was still talking non-stop about the development of Chinese broadcasting and television. Mei'er whispered from below: "What did Yu Gege want with you?"

  "It's okay, just drop by and see me on your way!" Meng'er replied in a low voice.

  Time passed by in a flash. When the class was over and I walked out of the classroom, I bumped into those two classmates again, but this time they were more civilized, only letting out a single syllable from their noses, and then they stomped off.

  Meng'er shook her head helplessly. They were all people living in ivory towers! It's easy to follow the crowd and lose one's own judgment.

  In the afternoon, Meng sat in the spacious reading room, looking far away through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. Zi Qi went to the broadcasting room, leaving Yan and Mei accompanying her.

  The sunlight in the afternoon passes through the glass and comes in, and Meng can see very small particles dancing in the sunlight. Light and graceful, like scattered, but also around her hand, as if playing hide-and-seek with her!

  "Hey, sister, you're already attracting a lot of attention with this getup. Please, stop acting like a celestial fairy who's descended into the mortal world. If we keep going on like this, I'm afraid that Lin Er and I will be annihilated by those gazes!" Mei Er gently pulled back Meng Er's hand, which was playing with dust, and said softly.

  "You're so resilient that ten missiles couldn't take you down, let alone a harmless glare!" Yan Er looked at Mei Er with disdain.

  "Speak nicely, can you have some common sense? Ten missiles, do you know how powerful that is?" Mei'er said to her with a helpless expression.

  "Exaggerated gestures, didn't you know?"

  "I just know someone is using it wrong!"

  "You..."

  The girls' chatter disturbed her thoughts. Seeing them, this corner had really become the focus of attention. She made a "shh" gesture to them, then stood up and left the reading room!

  "Meng'er, where are you going?" Yan'er asked, looking at Meng'er who wasn't walking in the direction of the dormitory.

  "I'm going for a run, are you guys coming?"

  Mei'er looked at the setting sun in the west and thought of the sticky feeling all over her body after running, so she trembled a little and said: "Forget it, you go by yourself! I'm afraid of sweating!"

  "Hey, Le Xi'er, you're afraid of sweating when running, so how did you play basketball before? Did you not sweat when playing basketball?"

  "Isn't that because you're afraid of sweating? Thinking back, I thought to myself, why did I join the school basketball team in the first place?"

  "It's not because I'm infatuated with flowers..."

  “……”

  Meng'er helplessly watched the two people, walking away while arguing. Don't let you guys run off, it's fine to wait for me on the side! Sighed and headed towards the playground. Another five laps later, she was panting heavily. It had been over a week since she last ran, her physical strength had clearly declined.

  Meng'er finished running and wanted to come here to take a look. She didn't expect to hear such beautiful piano music from her.

  The man sat in front of the piano, his expression invisible, only his slender fingers dancing on the keys. The remaining sunlight surrounded him in circles, making Meng Er feel that this was a mirage, and it would disappear as soon as he reached out to touch it.

  The sound of the qin stopped, he looked back; their eyes met in mid-air; time stood still for a moment. It was as if he had traversed thousands of years to find her, but unfortunately, it was all just an illusion.

  It was Meng'er who came back to her senses first: "Boss!" She didn't understand why he would appear in this school, and run into him twice in this classroom.

  "Is class over?" Meng'er only saw him change from the overbearing and serious look she had seen on set to a gentle and approachable appearance.

  "Ah, no classes in the afternoon!" Meng stood at the door, neither walking nor standing, feeling awkward all over.

  "No class, come and chat with me!" He beckoned to Meng Er, who walked over to the empty seat beside him as if possessed. "In the blink of an eye, you've all grown up..."

  "Huh?" He had teased her three times, but when this sentence was seriously spoken from his mouth. Meng'er felt that it was as strange as it could be.

  Meng'er tilted her head in surprise, her nose brushing against his, her wide eyes staring at the smiling eyes, their breaths entwining together, teasing Meng'er's face, making it feel numb and ticklish.

  Meng'er woke up with a start, hastily retreated and turned her head to the piano score. What she saw was the score of "Autumn Private Words". She still remembered how Du Niang described this piece on the website: A fairy tale in autumn, a warm and romantic autumn, perhaps an afternoon, perhaps a red leaf, quietly savoring a cup of afternoon tea in every note.

  "Meng'er, be my girlfriend!" This sentence was like a thunderbolt on a clear day, making Meng'er stiffen and sit there. "Don't avoid my gaze, I don't believe you have no feelings for me, Meng'er!" A pair of slightly cold hands adjusted Meng'er's face.

  She looked at that god-like face, could she believe his words? They had known each other for only a month, and apart from being her boss, Meng Er knew nothing about him. They didn't know each other, so how could people who didn't know each other be together?

  "That's your illusion! I won't like you!" Meng Er said word by word to him, even if he wasn't the king, it was still impossible!

  "Is that so? You only like your brother forever!" The hands holding her face suddenly tightened. But he still didn't notice her tightly furrowed eyebrows, revealing her discomfort. He was completely immersed in his own world, his eyes radiating a sharp light, without the warmth and kindness of just now.

  "You tell me, what's so great about him compared to me?" He had no idea that he didn't even occupy a position in Meng Er's heart, the one who occupied her heart was a face similar to his, the king of another country.

  "Let me go!" Meng'er pulled his hands with force, trying to pull them apart. Unfortunately, the strength of both men and women was too uneven, and her pulling was just like an ant trying to shake a tree.

  As he approached her face again, Meng'er's hand, recalling the photos on Tieba, slapped him hard in the face.

  Yan Yi's hand was slapped open, his face frozen in a mixture of shock and anger. He clenched his fist tightly at his side, afraid that if he lost control, he would lash out and strike the young woman in front of him. The pain would be on her face, but it would hurt his heart.

  Meng'er shuddered and withdrew her hand that was still lingering there, shook her body and stood up, walking out step by step.

  At the corner, at the entrance of the stairs, Meng finally softened his body and fell to sit on the steps. In the classroom, the sound of the piano was mournful and piercing, turning a hundred times, a thousand times, wrapping around the complex emotions of the world, expressing all the vicissitudes of human life...