You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Jiang Che couldn't help but laugh when he saw Su Qinghe glaring at him with her puffed-up cheeks.

"What's wrong? Why are you giving me such a hard time first thing in the morning?"

Su Qinghe pulled the blanket up a little, leaving only her eyes showing, and said in a muffled voice, "My back hurts."

Jiang Che coughed guiltily, put down his phone, leaned over, and gently rubbed her lower back.

"Who told you to double the bet last night?"

Upon hearing this, Su Qinghe blushed even more and slapped his hand away.

"How dare you say that!"

"It's clearly you...you don't know how to control yourself!"

Jiang Che's lips twitched, thinking to himself, "Su Qinghe, is your memory selective?"

Who was it that grabbed his collar and wouldn't let him leave last night? Who was it that said, "Let's do it again"?

However, he didn't have the guts to say such things aloud.

To speak out is to die.

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault." Jiang Che raised his hands in surrender. "I'll take you out for a walk today to make it up to you."

Su Qinghe poked half her head out from under the covers, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"Where to?"

"Let me show you our future school."

Upon hearing this, Su Qinghe, who was in a state of near-death, instantly revived.

Her eyes lit up, and her tone switched from a complaining woman to a puppy.

"Kyoto University? Going to Kyoto University?"

"right."

"Shall we go now?"

"Take care of your back first."

Su Qinghe pursed her lips, hesitated for two seconds, gritted her teeth, and sat up.

Although my lower back still aches terribly, the thought of soon seeing the university campus where I'll be spending the next four years makes the pain seem less unbearable.

Forty minutes later, the two got ready and went out.

July is the hottest time in Beijing. The scorching sun beats down on the asphalt road, and the air itself seems to shimmer with heat.

Su Qinghe's outfit today consisted of a light apricot knitted cardigan paired with a high-waisted light gray pleated mini skirt, and white knee-high socks with small leather shoes.

Her long hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, giving her a sweet and youthful appearance.

Jiang Che wore a simple white T-shirt and casual pants. He casually pushed the sunglasses he had taken from his father the night before leaving onto his nose, grabbed Su Qinghe's bag, and led her out the door.

The driver was still the dutiful Uncle Liu, Liu Anping.

Ever since the two arrived in Beijing, Jiang Dahai made a grand gesture and turned Liu Anping into their personal butler.

Jiang Che naturally had no objections and immediately had a guest room prepared in the villa for Liu Anping to stay in.

Soon, Liu Anping drove the two of them to the gate of Peking University.

After getting off the bus, Su Qinghe looked up at the ancient and imposing school gate in front of her and stood there blankly for a long time.

She had dreamed of this for over a decade, and now it was unfolding before her very eyes.

"What are you spacing out for?" Jiang Che nudged her arm with his elbow. "Come on, let's go inside and take a look."

Su Qinghe snapped out of her daze, said "Oh," and obediently took Jiang Che's hand, slowly walking inside.

The two strolled leisurely along the tree-lined path on campus.

It was mid-July, not yet the start of the school season, so there weren't many people on campus, just a few scattered summer students and tourists.

Su Qinghe was extremely curious and would drag Jiang Che to take pictures wherever they went.

She took a picture in front of the teaching building, another on the library steps, and even made a peace sign with a crooked old locust tree by the roadside.

Jiang Che was thoroughly exhausted by her antics, serving as a human selfie stick the whole way.

But I didn't feel annoyed.

Watching Su Qinghe running around like a kitten going out for the first time, he felt that today's trip was worthwhile.

When she reached the shore of Weiming Lake, Su Qinghe slowed her pace.

The lake surface shimmered, willows swayed along the shore, and the shadow of the Boya Pagoda in the distance was reflected on the water, swaying gently in the breeze.

Su Qinghe stood by the lakeside railing, turning her head to look at Jiang Che.

"A-Che".

"Um?"

"Can we come here for walks more often in the future?"

Jiang Che placed his hand on the railing and turned his head to look at her.

Sunlight fell on her profile, outlining a soft contour.

Her eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, and her bangs fluttered slightly in the wind.

He has seen many beautiful girls in his life.

But only this one in front of him makes his heart skip a beat every time he sees it.

"Of course you can. Come whenever you want. Nobody's stopping you," Jiang Che said.

Su Qinghe nodded in satisfaction, turned around and leaned against the railing, taking out her phone.

"Come on, let's take a picture together."

"Filming again?"

"Um!"

How many photos did you take today?

"Not enough, far from enough," Su Qinghe declared confidently. "These will all be our memories from now on, what's wrong with taking more pictures?"

Jiang Che had no choice but to go over and take several selfies with her.

Su Qinghe flipped through the photos, picked out the one she was most satisfied with, and smiled as she put it into the album.

She secretly thought to herself that when she got home, she would definitely fill her journal with these photos.

The two continued walking along the lake for a short distance, and after passing a bamboo grove, the School of Economics and Management building came into view at the end of the horizon.

It was a gray-white modern building with clean, simple lines.

There is a stone tablet at the entrance with the six large characters "School of Economics and Management" engraved on it.

Su Qinghe pulled Jiang Che to the stone tablet, looked up at it for a while, and then raised her phone again.

"Take one more picture."

Jiang Che leaned against the stone tablet, hands in his pockets, and struck a pose accordingly.

Just as Su Qinghe pressed the shutter, a male voice with a hint of surprise came from behind her.

"Hey, isn't this Jiang Dahai's son?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Che turned around with some curiosity.

A middle-aged man, around fifty years old, was walking out of the college building. He was wearing a light blue short-sleeved shirt, carrying a file folder, and had a pair of smiling eyes behind his round-framed glasses.

With a kind face and refined demeanor, he looked like a scholar who had spent most of his life immersed in academia.

Jiang Che sized up the other person for two seconds, and a name quickly came to mind.

Chen Weiyuan.

Professor and doctoral supervisor at the School of Economics and Management, Peking University, and one of the leading authorities in the field of enterprise management in China.

More importantly, Professor Chen and Jiang Dahai have been friends for decades, and Professor Chen once provided management consulting services to the Jiang Group.

Jiang Che had met him a few times when he was a child. In his memory, this Uncle Chen spoke very gently and always brought a bunch of imported snacks when he came to the Jiang family.

"Uncle Chen," Jiang Che greeted him.

Chen Weiyuan strode over, looked him up and down, and clicked his tongue in admiration.

"Wow, you've grown so tall in just a few years!"

"Your dad called me the other day and said you scored 694 on the college entrance exam?"

Jiang Che nodded modestly: "I was lucky."

It's not that he's being modest, it's just that at a place like Peking University, 694 points is nothing.

If anyone wants to show off, it has to be his girlfriend. After all, she scored over 700 points and ranked third in the province, so she's the one who truly has the right to do so.

He's just a nobody.