Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

TL: Etude

“Not at all, I was just joking earlier, just to comfort Old Jiang. How could I possibly chase a girl for three years? A rich second generation like me, it’s impossible when you think about it!”

Cao Guangyu regretted his words, attempting to justify himself.

“Ah, right, right, right.”

Zhou Chao didn’t want to listen to more, picking up some toilet paper and heading towards the bathroom.

“I really dated five girls, but it became more and more meaningless. That’s when I realized being single is the real luxury.”

“I get it, Old Cao, but could you not follow me talking about it? I’m going to the toilet, for God’s sake. If you want to justify yourself, go find Ren Ziqiang!”

Zhou Chao, holding the roll of paper, stopped at the bathroom door, annoyed by Cao Guangyu, and shut the balcony door with his hand.

Cao Guangyu, left with no choice, turned to find Ren Ziqiang.

Ren Ziqiang was lying on his bed chatting with Pan Xiu, smiling from ear to ear, and letting Cao Guangyu’s words go in one ear and out the other.

“Ziqiang, you understand, right? A rich second generation like me can’t be… what’s that word? Old Jiang, what did you call it just now? I think it’s quite fitting.”

Jiang Qin laughed: “A ‘sycophant.’”

Cao Guangyu nodded vigorously: “That’s right, I can’t be a sycophant!”

“Ah, right, right, right.” Ren Ziqiang, busy texting, responded nonchalantly.

Cao Guangyu was instantly furious: “Old Ren, you’re being disrespectful.”

“I’m chatting with Pan Xiu!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Uh…”

“Damn it, don’t tell Pan Xiu I’m a sycophant. If you do, how can I face anyone in Finance Class 3?”

Before Ren Ziqiang could show his phone, Cao Guangyu saw the crucial word and couldn’t help but curse.

Ren Ziqiang also felt wronged. I was having a nice chat, and you kept nagging about being a sycophant. I just typed it out reflexively.

QQ in 2008 didn’t have a message recall function, making the story even more tragic.

Cao Guangyu glared at him silently, eventually laying on his bed, staring at the white ceiling, silent.

That night, he lost both love and dignity.

The summer night was hot, but in the dorm of Linchuan University, there were only two fans. One hung above the dorm door, the other at the top of the balcony door. The old blades spun wildly under electric power, buzzing like a small, old man with a broken lung.

Jiang Qin, while enjoying the breeze, was discussing website details with his senior, Su Nai, over the computer.

But this senior seemed preoccupied, responding slowly and even mistyping at times, not at all like a tech geek, more like someone who hadn’t touched a computer in years.

“Senior, I’ve found some websites similar to your requirements. You can have a look, I’m busy with something else.”

“?????”

After a while, Su Nai sent over some images and URLs of well-developed websites with clear frameworks and structures, closely matching Jiang Qin’s requirements.

After observing them, Jiang Qin felt these websites shared a common flaw: to display content richness, their homepages were overly full.

Basic sections were a given, but features like hot rankings, keyword searches, and external links were unnecessary. They not only made the page look bloated but also wasted users’ time filtering out unwanted content.

Of course, the product managers of big websites aren’t just idling around; they design the sites that way mainly to provide enough viewing time for advertisements, even if it means sacrificing user experience.

Jiang Qin typed his feedback to Su Nai, offering several suggestions.

But she seemed still busy and didn’t reply.

Am I not the client here? Why do I have to wait for a reply like a sycophant?

And what could she possibly be busy with in the middle of the night, not even replying to her boss’s messages? She really hasn’t been toughened up by society.

Jiang Qin, cursing under his breath, closed the chat window and then opened Hong Yan’s QQ to ask how she was doing.

Regardless of everything, today’s events started because of him. It would be utterly inhuman not to extend a simple greeting.

Hong Yan replied quickly, first with a smiley face, then saying nothing much, just that she and Chu Siqi weren’t speaking.

The smiley face emoji in 2008 represented a genuine smile, with no negative connotations, so Jiang Qin felt slightly relieved.

Chu Siqi’s arrogance was unbearable for anyone. After all, she was spoiled by her parents from a young age and thought the world revolved around her. But ignoring her rendered her temper impotent. Hong Yan, a smart girl, must understand this cold treatment method.

But why do I, who never talks about love, now seem like a playboy?

Jiang Qin felt depressed. Is romance trouble an inevitable trial for those who are reborn?

Then, Jiang Qin opened Feng Nanshu’s QQ, asking if she was adjusting to staying overnight at the school. Feng Nanshu didn’t express homesickness but mentioned that the night at Linchuan University felt very dark, seemingly hinting at her longing for home.

Besides, Yu Shasha also messaged him, asking if he had met Chu Siqi. Jiang Qin, very astute, instantly guessed she must have heard about today’s incident from Wang Huiru. He pretended not to be online and didn’t reply.

In addition to chat messages, there were also several friend requests in his notification box, mostly from female students of Finance Class 3, with remarks like “Finance Class 3 XXX”.

One of them was Jiang Tian, highly praised by Cao Guangyu, which was somewhat unexpected for him.

[Jiang Qin, I’m Jiang Tian. Let’s be friends.]

Just as Jiang Qin was about to accept the request, he suddenly felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw Lu Guangrong standing behind him, looking at him with a complex expression.

“Teacher Lu, good evening. Are you here for a dorm check?”

Lu Guangrong hummed in affirmation, then spoke earnestly, “Jiang Qin, you’re quite handsome, but as a student, you should prioritize your studies. Linchuan University doesn’t oppose students dating, but don’t get involved with too many.”

Jiang Qin: “?????”

Before he could respond, Ren Ziqiang and Zhou Chao burst out laughing, bending over and pounding the bed with laughter.

“Alright, alright, stop laughing. I’m here to check the dorms and to inform you that military training starts tomorrow morning. Everyone should sleep early and not be late. Make a good impression on the instructor.”

After delivering his routine message, Lu Guangrong turned and left the dorm, repeating the same words in the next room.

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