She felt like she had wasted her previous life!
Lord Yama wasn’t lying to her!
She truly has a destined love. Ah Yuan is her soulmate!
She feels so safe!
“Sigh, Qingqing is so lucky! I’m even thinking about finding a partner!” Song Hemei sat with her knees drawn up, chin in hand, and sighed.
“Who isn’t?” Chen Lijun echoed with the same posture and sigh.
“By the way, are there any good-looking and academically excellent male students in your foreign language department or clinical class?” Song Hemei asked.
“I think our Russian class monitor, Tang Hua, is pretty good.” Said Zhao Fangfang, sitting at her desk.
“We have a few students in our English class who are quite good-looking, but I don’t know how their academic performance is.” Wu Yinghua said.
“Didn’t you say that your pharmaceutical engineering class is all boys? Isn’t there a single one who’s decent-looking?” Zhou Jing couldn’t help but ask.
“Ugh! Don’t even mention it. Some people are decent-looking, but once you get to know them a little, all your fantasies vanish.” Song Hemei said, her words dripping with regret.
Zhu Hong shook her head: “Cherish the opportunity to study! Once you graduate and get a good job, you can find any good partner you want!”
“Zhu Hong is right. Let’s hurry up and preview the new textbook!” Xia Lan said.
“Yes, yes, study!” Zhou Jing was reminded.
She had actually wanted to study in bed, but Yi Qingqing pulled her aside and asked her a question, so she had forgotten her previous thinking. Forgive me!
Before long, everyone who had been chatting picked up their books and started reading.
Song Hemei had moved her things over yesterday, made her bed, and gone home. She had lunch at home before coming back today, so she had never seen anything like this before.
They were just chatting, so how come they started studying the next moment?
The switching speed was a bit too fast; she was a little slow to process it.
“Song Hemei, stop daydreaming! Hurry up and review your lessons! You won’t be able to study after lights out.” Zhao Fangfang patted Song Hemei on the shoulder, reminding her.
“Oh.”
Song Hemei nodded mechanically, picked up a textbook from the table, and opened it to the first page.
Yi Qingqing took a quick bath and came out of a corner with the basin.
Song Hemei, relieved, rushed over and said, “I’ll shower next.”
“I’ve left my stool over there. You can sit on it while you shower.” Yi Qingqing said.
Currently, everyone in the dorm seemed to get along fairly well, so she didn’t need to be so guarded. She didn’t plan to lock the stool in the closet for the time being.
“Okay!” Song Hemei said.
After pouring the water from the basin into the toilet in the washroom, Yi Qingqing returned and climbed into bed.
The hot saline bottle had already warmed the blankets at her feet. Yi Qingqing sat down, dragged out a smaller table, and took out a roll of cellophane, a pair of scissors, and a small bottle of glue from her rattan suitcase.
To get better lighting, she used a wooden clip to lift half of the bed curtains, and then began cutting paper to wrap the books.
These textbooks didn’t even have plastic wrap on the covers; without covering them, they would wear out quickly if frequently flipped through.
Although the cellophane was quite thin and not very durable, it was cheap, not flashy, and would look nice.
“Yi Qingqing, why do you have a small table?”
Zhao Fangfang, who was on the bed opposite hers, heard the sound of paper being cut, looked up, saw the small table in front of her, and asked in surprise.
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