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The first cafeteria at Kyoto Institute of Technology.

It was lunchtime, and the cafeteria was bustling with people, the air filled with the aroma of food.

Compared to the private restaurant hidden deep in the alley where the average cost per person was several thousand yuan, this place is naturally not considered exquisite.

Stainless steel plates, plastic chairs, noisy voices, and the window vendor's constant shouts—everywhere you look, there's the most ordinary, everyday campus atmosphere.

"You go and save a seat, I'll wait in line."

Wen Zhixia skillfully took out her campus card from her bag.

Chen Mo ignored her and instead naturally took her bag: "Let's go together, let me experience university life in advance."

The two stood side by side in the line.

Wen Zhixia was already quite popular at school.

At this moment, with the addition of a tall, handsome, and outstanding Chen Mo beside him, they quickly attracted a lot of attention.

"Isn't that Wen Zhixia?"

"Who is that boy next to her? I've never seen him before."

"He's quite handsome, could he be my boyfriend?"

Several hushed whispers came from not far away.

Wen Zhixia obviously heard it too. She tightened her grip on the campus card slightly, but did not deliberately distance herself from Chen Mo.

Chen Mo acted as if he hadn't heard anything, looking down at the few remaining sweet and sour pork ribs in the window.

"Sister Zhixia."

"Um?"

"You're right, it's almost gone."

Looking at his serious expression, Wen Zhixia felt much less shy.

"That's why I'm telling you to walk faster."

Finally, when it was their turn, there was only one serving of sweet and sour pork ribs left in the window.

Wen Zhixia also ordered scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and two servings of rice.

After swiping their cards, the two sat down by the window.

Wen Zhixia picked up a piece of pork rib and placed it on Chen Mo's plate.

"You're young, eat more."

Chen Mo glanced at the plate, then looked up at her: "Sister Zhixia, your tone right now sounds just like my sister's."

Wen Zhixia paused, then said, "I'll take it back."

As soon as she reached for her chopsticks, Chen Mo picked up a rib and ate it.

"What's given away can't be taken back."

Wen Zhixia looked at him and gave a soft hum.

That expression, falling on her gentle face, had no intimidating effect; instead, it added a touch of coquettishness.

Halfway through her meal, she suddenly remembered something and took out her phone.

"I should tell Jingjing first, otherwise she'll definitely complain to me when she comes back and finds out you were at school."

The phone rang several times before being answered.

"Zhixia?"

Chen Jing's voice sounded somewhat tired, and the sounds of typing and discussing with classmates could be heard in the background.

"Guess who I'm with." Wen Zhixia glanced at Chen Mo.

Who is it?

"Your brother."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, Chen Jing suddenly raised her voice:

"Chen Mo?!"

Wen Zhixia suppressed a laugh and handed over the phone.

As soon as Chen Mo answered the phone, his sister's voice came through the phone.

"You brat, when did you get to Kyoto? Why didn't you call me beforehand? Did you take leave again? The college entrance exam is coming up soon, don't you feel any pressure at all?"

A barrage of questions came crashing down on him, so Chen Mo had no choice but to move his phone a little further away.

"Sister, speak slowly, I can hear you."

"You think I'm too loud? Mom said the other day that you've been getting the best grades in the city lately, and told me not to always think you're so immature. And what do you do? You're running around all over the place again!"

Although Chen Jing complained, she couldn't hide the regret in her voice.

"I finally made this trip, and you've already gone to Shanghai," Chen Mo laughed. "Who's really running around here?"

"I'm here to participate in a competition, can we be the same?"

"I'm here on official business too."

"What important things could a high school student like you possibly have to do?"

Chen Mo glanced at Wen Zhixia across from him. He realized that his trip to Kyoto had indeed been to accomplish something of immense value, potentially worth hundreds of billions in the future.

"About studies."

"Don't lie to me."

Chen Jing clearly didn't believe it, but she didn't press the matter further.

She paused for a moment, then her voice softened.

"Never mind. Mom said your grades are stable now, so I can't control you. But you should be careful not to overdo it and cause trouble just because you have good grades."

"understood."

"And when are you going back?"

"This afternoon."

"So soon?" Chen Jing's voice clearly carried a hint of disappointment. "Couldn't you have waited for me for three days?"

"I still have things to do in Jiangcheng. After the college entrance exams are over, I'll come to Kyoto and stay with you for a few more days."

"You said it yourself."

Don't worry.

Chen Jing was somewhat satisfied then, and subsequently asked, "Where are you and Zhixia now?"

"First Canteen".

"That's perfect," Chen Jing said immediately. "Give the phone to Zhixia."

Chen Mo handed the phone back.

As soon as Wen Zhixia whispered in Chen Jing's ear, she began to instruct him:

"Zhixia, keep an eye on this kid for me. He's always been a handful, so don't let him run around the school alone. If you don't have classes this afternoon, take him for a walk and then take him to the station tonight."

Wen Zhixia glanced at Chen Mo, a faint smile appearing in her eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of him."

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow slightly. How to take care of him? How to take good care of him?

Chen Jing spoke a few more words with Wen Zhixia before reluctantly hanging up the phone.

Wen Zhixia put away her phone and said in a deliberately serious tone:

"Did you hear that? Jingjing is handing you over to me."

"So what's the plan going forward?"

"Eat first." Wen Zhixia pushed the remaining sweet and sour pork ribs in front of him. "Don't waste them."

Chen Mo chuckled: "Okay, I'll listen to Sister Xia."

……

After lunch, Wen Zhixia happened to have no classes in the afternoon, or perhaps her teacher had taken leave.

She first took Chen Mo to the school library. The old library of Kyoto Institute of Technology had a sense of history, with withered vines climbing the red brick walls, and sunlight shining through the tall glass windows, falling between rows of wooden bookshelves.

The library was very quiet, with only the occasional rustling of pages turning.

Wen Zhixia walked quietly, leading him through several rows of bookshelves.

"Jingjing usually likes to sit over there the most."

She pointed to a long table by the window.

There was a small scratch on the edge of the table, and next to it was a potted plant that wasn't growing very well.

"Does she often read here?"

"Hmm. Sometimes she says she doesn't care about grades, but she's actually more serious than anyone else," Wen Zhixia said softly. "Once, she sat here until closing time to prepare for an exam, and only realized she'd forgotten to eat dinner when she got back to her dorm."

Chen Mo looked at the empty seat, his eyes softening.

In his previous life, he rarely truly understood his sister's university life.

Every time we talk on the phone, my sister says things like "I'm fine," "I have enough money," and "Take care of yourself."

It wasn't until he actually made money that he realized his sister hadn't had an easy time during those years.

"Sister Zhixia."

"Um?"

"Thank you for taking care of my sister."

Wen Zhixia was slightly taken aback: "Jingjing is also my friend, so you don't need to thank me."

"I still need to thank you." Chen Mo looked at her, his tone earnest: "She has a very easygoing personality and likes to shoulder many things on her own. With you by her side, I feel much more at ease."

Wen Zhixia met his gaze, and her heart inexplicably softened.

The way you're talking right now really sounds like her brother.

"Who says a younger brother can't take care of his older sister?"

"That's true, Jingjing is so lucky to have a younger brother like you."

Wen Zhixia smiled faintly.

After showing Chen Mo around the library, the two took a leisurely stroll along the artificial lake on campus.

A cool breeze swept across the slightly frozen lake, bringing a refreshing chill.

Wen Zhixia shrank her neck slightly, preparing to tighten the collar of her coat, but Chen Mo beside her seemed to have foreseen this and naturally took half a step to the side, just in time to block the wind for her.

"That's how it is in Kyoto at the end of winter and the beginning of spring. The wind is strong, so be careful not to catch a cold, Chika-nee."

Wen Zhixia paused slightly as she watched his practiced movements.

This kind of subtle and gentle care, coupled with a keen insight beyond one's years, is often found only in highly experienced and refined adult men.

Yet, it was done so naturally by this boy who hadn't even taken the college entrance exam, as if it were an instinct.

She considers herself to be an independent, even somewhat slow-to-warm-up person at school.

But today, after spending only a few hours with Chen Mo, the defenses she habitually erected completely melted away without her realizing it. Was it because of their age difference, or because he was Jingjing's younger brother, so she naturally felt some affection for him?

Wen Zhixia was puzzled. Whether they talked about interesting things at school or Chen Jing's recent situation, Chen Mo always managed to pick up on her conversation at just the right moment.

He wasn't as flustered and at a loss as a typical high school student, nor did he try to show off or talk big like those self-proclaimed mature male students in college.

She could understand what he said; he could always fill in the gaps in her thoughts with a smile.

The sense of connection that seemed to transcend time and space and strike the depths of her soul left Wen Zhixia momentarily lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" Chen Mo asked, turning around to look at her with some confusion as she stopped.

The sunlight shone through the bare willow branches, casting dappled patterns on his handsome profile.

Chen Mo stood there with an upright posture, exuding a sense of composure.

Wen Zhixia's heart skipped a beat.

It's like a seed sprouting in the softest corner of my heart.

The tingling sensation spread through her bloodstream, making her breathe a little lighter.

This wasn't out of concern for her friend's younger brother; it was a flutter of emotion that left her somewhat bewildered.

She actually developed a vague and inexplicable feeling for Jingjing's younger brother, a boy a few years younger than her who had not yet entered university.

Upon realizing this, Wen Zhixia's cheeks immediately flushed slightly.

"N-nothing." She looked away somewhat flusteredly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as if to cover it up, and said softly.

"I just feel like... you've really grown up. Sometimes when I talk to you, I forget that you're still a high school student."

Chen Mo smiled, not exposing her sudden little panic.

"It'll be soon. Once June is over, I'll be able to stand in the same place as you all. When that time comes, Sister Zhixia, please don't treat me like a child anymore."

Wen Zhixia looked at his profile, and a gentle smile spread across her face once again.

"Okay," she murmured softly, her eyes crinkling in the breeze, "then I'll wait for that day."

........

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

Outside the school gate.

Chen Mo had already booked a car to go to the airport.

Wen Zhixia jogged out of the roadside shop, carrying a bag in her hand.

"For you."

Chen Mo took the paper bag; inside was a dark blue scarf.

Why did you give me this?

"It's cold outside," Wen Zhixia said casually. "Besides, you're dressed too dark today, it looks a bit dull."

Wen Zhixia took a scarf out of the paper bag and stood on tiptoe to wrap it around him.

The distance suddenly closed.

Her faint fragrance, mixed with the cold winter air, entered Chen Mo's nostrils.

The girl's slender fingers brushed against the side of his neck, carefully adjusting his scarf.

Chen Mo looked down and could see her slightly trembling eyelashes and her earlobes, which were reddened by the cold wind.

In her past life, she had also given herself a scarf.

At that time, he had just started working in private equity and was working overtime until late at night every day.

Wen Zhixia said it was a gift from a shopping mall promotion, but he later found out that it was a birthday present she had knitted by hand over half a month.

Unfortunately, that scarf was lost during the move.

It became a small thing that he would still regret many years later.

"alright."

Wen Zhixia took a half step back and sized him up.

"This looks much better."

Chen Mo touched the soft scarf and said softly, "Thank you, Zhixia."

Upon hearing the address without the word "sister," Wen Zhixia's long eyelashes trembled violently a few times.

"What...did you call me?"

Chen Mo neither answered nor changed his mind; he simply smiled at her.

At that moment, a black sedan slowly pulled up to the side of the road, and the sudden sound of its horn instantly broke the ambiguous silence between the two.

"The car has arrived." Chen Mo glanced at his phone.

He naturally reached out and pulled up the collar of Wen Zhixia's coat.

"It's windy in Kyoto, hurry back to school, or you'll catch a cold."

Chen Mo opened the car door and got in. Just as the door was about to close:

"Zhixia, wait for me in Kyoto. I'll come to find you after June."

The car door slammed shut, cutting off the cold air between the inside and outside of the car.

The car quickly merged into the long flow of traffic on the main road, gradually becoming a small black dot until it disappeared completely.

Wen Zhixia stood alone at the school gate, her ears still echoing his last words.

"What a...child." Wen Zhixia snapped out of her daze and instinctively covered her cheeks with her hands.

The sound of my heartbeat amplified infinitely in my chest, one beat after another.

She stood there for a long time, trying to calm herself down, before turning around and walking into the campus, somewhat absentmindedly.

My phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket.

Wen Zhixia took it out and saw that it was a WeChat message from Chen Jing, who was far away in Shanghai: Zhixia, did that brat go to the station? Did he cause you any trouble this afternoon?

Looking at the words on the screen, Wen Zhixia paused slightly, her fingers hovering over the phone for a long time.

The afternoon they spent together flashed through my mind.

She bit her lower lip and finally slowly typed a reply: No, he went to the airport. He was very well-behaved.

She paused, glanced around guiltily, and added, "Jingjing... your little brother has grown up."

............