The real young master thought he was hated by everyone - Chapter 111

Li Heng rushed out of the exam room and headed quickly towards the school gate.

His dormitory had been packed up last night, and this morning before leaving for the library, his quilt had already been sealed in a dustproof bag.

He was eager to see Xie Duzhi.

When Xie Duzhi came to see him yesterday, they hadn’t had much time to talk. In order to get a few more points in the exam today, he had even reluctantly turned down his invitation to go eat the famous knife fish he had been craving.

He jumped into the car, which had clearly been waiting for a while at the school gate, forgetting to put the book he had brought from the exam room on the back seat. There was so much he wanted to say to Xie Duzhi.

Though most of what he wanted to say had already been shared in his messages.

He talked about everything—from the key points his teacher spent nearly an entire book explaining, to the exam itself, to the temporary changes in the k-value written on the board by the class monitor, and even the little cheat sheet he found at his new desk.

In the end, all the emotions, whether funny or new, were wrapped up in a nasal-sounding, coquettish “I really miss you.”

He had only seen Xie Duzhi yesterday.

But yesterday’s meeting had been so brief it couldn’t really be considered a proper meeting.

He silently corrected himself in his heart.

Yesterday didn’t count; it had been over a week, nearly two weeks, since he had last seen him.

The weekend before last, he was studying, and Xie Duzhi had gone to G province. This past weekend, although Xie Duzhi was in town, he had two exams both days for his major.

“I miss you too.”

Xie Duzhi had wanted to lightly scold him, as they could have been chatting like this together in the car, going to a restaurant in the suburban areas away from the city center.

But the truth was, he missed Li Heng a lot too.

“We didn’t even spend Christmas together this year, and we didn’t count down to the new year together either.”

Li Heng turned his head, hanging his long scarf on the backrest of the chair, pretending he hadn’t heard Xie Duzhi’s reminder to put the scarf back on.

“On New Year’s Day, the mall in the city center had a countdown, and they even made artificial snow. Our school’s confession wall had lots of photos with countdowns.”

A lot of students from other faculties who had already finished their exams had gone there to join the fun.

Oh, and he hadn’t even given him a peace apple on Christmas Eve, just swapped one with his two roommates instead.

Lin Mo, who had already been able to get out of bed and move around a little, looked at the apples from him and Wei Zhuowei with a bitter expression, almost rejecting them on the spot. He had been eating an apple every day since being hospitalized—his caretakers and sister had insisted, saying it helped recovery.

“This year, S city is also unlikely to have snow.”

Xie Duzhi said, “If you want to see it, we can make artificial snow.”

“I know it probably won’t snow this year,” Li Heng shook his head, “Even if it does, it probably won’t accumulate.”

When he had first come to S city last year and saw the snow falling, he had been so excited. He had even thought, as he snuggled into bed that night, that he would definitely see a silver world when he woke up the next morning.

But the snow had melted as soon as it touched the ground, and though it was snow, it didn’t feel much different from a night of rain.

“We can make more artificial snow,” Xie Duzhi said.

Before the light changed, he drove past the intersection, “We can do it tomorrow.”

“That’s too much trouble.”

Li Heng hesitated, “Since the winter break has already started, we could go to the north—or we could check the weather forecast when watching the aurora, and stay there a few extra days.”

Not that staying at home was bad, but compared to artificial snow, going somewhere with real snow would definitely be more convenient.

They already had travel plans for high-latitude areas anyway.

“I officially start my winter break on the 6th,” Li Heng calculated the time.

His counselor hadn’t notified them of when the new semester would start yet, but it could be inferred from last year—it had started in mid-February, around Valentine’s Day, after nearly forty days off.

He didn’t directly ask Xie Duzhi about his holiday schedule, but hinted subtly, “Duzhi, what date do you think we should leave?”

There was nothing he couldn’t ask, but he felt a bit like a “queen who no longer attends court.”

Xie Duzhi had once been so diligent.

But since being with him, he hardly worked overtime at night anymore, and had learned to take breaks, delegating tasks to assistants and lower-level departments. Either they would go out to have fun, eat, watch movies, or experience other things.