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

In the following days, Ye Qing seemed to have vanished into thin air, never appearing near the playground again.

Jiang Che was not surprised at all.

If Ye Qingru is indeed someone sent by Ye Yunjin, then she will definitely reappear before achieving her goal.

As for retreating now, it's just waiting for the next opportunity.

Besides, he couldn't be bothered to waste his brain cells on a senior student of dubious origin.

He continued his military training as usual and spent time with Su Qinghe every day, leading a regular and comfortable life.

After these few days of military training, the instructors' attitude towards Jiang Che can only be described as "treating him like an ancestor."

If Jiang Che frowned even slightly while standing at attention, the instructors of the Third Company would immediately blow their whistles to let everyone rest, and the other companies would also stop training one after another.

Before Jiang Che could even utter a word, the instructor, feeling guilty, called for a halt after he had done too many steps of the marching routine.

Xu Wenbin commented, "Old Jiang, you're not here for military training, you're here to act like a big shot."

Jiang Che rolled his eyes at him: "If you want to act like a big shot, why don't you go and have a one-on-one fight with the instructor?"

"Then forget it, I want to live a few more years."

The first week of military training ended on Friday afternoon.

The head instructor gave a bunch of platitudes on stage, saying things like "the students performed excellently" and "demonstrated the spirit of college students in the new era." The freshmen in the audience listened to him but not to him, and only one thought remained in their minds—the weekend had finally arrived.

After the dismissal whistle blew, a deafening cheer erupted on the playground.

Xu Wenbin jumped up on the spot, grabbed Jiang Che's neck, and shook him vigorously: "Old Jiang! It's the weekend! Freedom! Do you know how I feel right now?!"

Jiang Che felt dizzy from being shaken, and pushed his big face away: "...Let go first. I don't understand feelings, I only know that I have to go find Qinghe now."

"You value romance over friendship!" Xu Wenbin released him, then turned to torment Song Mingxuan, "Old Song! It's the weekend! What are your plans? Shouldn't we do something?"

Song Mingxuan adjusted his glasses, then opened his phone's memo app and began to read: "My plan is to preview Chapters 3 to 5 of Microeconomics on Saturday morning, then go to the library in the afternoon to look up literature related to regional economics, and in the evening..."

"Stop."

Xu Wenbin grabbed his phone and said, "Old Song, do you even listen to yourself? Are you speaking human language?"

"You're already working on this in the first week of school? Are you trying to kill us guys?"

"I'm just managing my time effectively. That's how all the students at Kyoto University study. There's no question of exams."

"I've already planned out a reasonable plan for you, Chovy! This is what you call cultivating immortality?!"

Lu Ziang, who was packing his backpack, chuckled upon hearing this: "Yeah, Lao Song, Lao Xu is right. Weekends are for relaxing, don't be so tense."

"Want to go out and have fun tomorrow?"

Xu Wenbin's eyes lit up immediately: "What? Go out to play? Where to play?"

"How about a murder mystery game?"

Lu Ziang zipped up his backpack and said in a calm tone, "I saw online that a new immersive murder mystery game theater has opened near the school, and the ratings are pretty high."

"A new game just came out recently. It's a spy thriller set in the Republican era. I heard the experience is amazing, and there are a lot of positive reviews online."

Murder mystery game script?

Although Xu Wenbin had never played this before, he had at least learned about it online.

So he immediately raised both hands in agreement: "Sure, sure! I've never played a murder mystery game before! Old Jiang, are you coming?"

Jiang Che thought for a moment. Su Qinghe had been quite tired from military training recently, so taking her out for a trip would be a good way to relax.

He nodded and agreed, "Sure, I'll ask Qinghe if a few of them are going."

He sent Su Qinghe a message, and she replied instantly: "Great! I was just discussing with Shiyu and the others where to go this weekend, perfect timing for us to go together!"

Upon receiving Su Qinghe's reply, Jiang Che showed Xu Wenbin his phone screen: "Qinghe is all okay too, all four of them from her dorm are coming."

Xu Wenbin slapped his thigh on the spot: "Great! Eight people, just the right number for one car, not one more, not one less."

Lu Ziang had already pulled up the reservation page for that store on his phone and tapped a few times quickly: "Then I'll book the table here first. If you don't reserve a table in advance for popular places like the weekend, you definitely won't be able to play anything when you get there."

Song Mingxuan: "You're quick on the uptake. Did you plan this all along?"

"I just think everyone works hard during the week of military training, so it's reasonable for them to get together and relax on the weekend."

Lu Ziang showed everyone the successful reservation page, smiled, and said, "Meet at the entrance of the 'Mist Theater' tomorrow at 2 PM. The location is near the south gate of the school. You can easily find it by using navigation."

"It just so happens that the Republican-era spy drama book is still available, so I ordered that one. It's for six to eight people, which is perfect for our group of eight."

"Okay, then I'll tell Qinghe and the others."

Jiang Che lowered his head and typed a final message on his phone, sending the time and location.

Su Qinghe replied with a cat nodding emoji.

Jiang Che looked at the emoji, and after a moment replied with a penguin sending flowers emoji.

Xu Wenbin witnessed the whole thing and couldn't help but scoff, "Hey, Lao Jiang, that's enough! You're laughing like this over a WeChat message? Weren't you supposed to be a cool and aloof persona?"

Was I aloof before?

"Not aloof at all? On the first day of school, you acted all unapproachable. I thought you were some heartless killer."

"That's for you," Jiang Che said without changing his expression. "Of course it's different for your girlfriend."

"...Fine, you win."

Xu Wenbin clutched his chest as if he had been shot, then turned to Song Mingxuan for comfort, only to find that Song Mingxuan had already walked several meters away with his backpack.

The Friday sunset bathed the playground in a golden-red hue, and the freshmen walked out in twos and threes after the dismissal.

Jiang Che said goodbye to his roommates and walked to the exit of the playground, where Su Qinghe was already waiting.

Today, she rolled up the sleeves of her military training uniform twice, revealing a slender, fair wrist.

A few strands of hair on her forehead were damp with sweat and clung to her smooth temples, making her look both youthful and energetic, with an irresistible purity.

Jiang Che walked over and naturally took the water glass from her hand: "How long have you been waiting for me?"

"Just arrived." Su Qinghe reached out and hugged his arm, looking up at him. "Have Xu Wenbin and the others made arrangements?"

"It's all agreed that we'll meet at the entrance of the murder mystery game shop at 2 PM tomorrow."

"Hmm, but I'm afraid I might not be very good at murder mystery games with a Republican-era spy theme," Su Qinghe blinked, "after all, I've never played this kind of game before."

To be honest, she's hardly ever played murder mystery games.

The previous two times were in Lincheng, when Liu Mengyao would drag her and several other girls from her class to play dungeons together on weekends.