A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

The rain came quickly and went quickly.

The weather in June is like the face of an emotional woman; one second there's thunder and lightning, the next the sky is clear and blue.

The two had barely finished their brief conversation when the sky brightened and the rain stopped.

"The rain has stopped. Come on, I'll take you there now. Here, share some of your things with me." The half-wet beauty didn't mind Gu Feng's cumbersome attire at all and reached out to pick up his bucket.

Under the dumbfounded gazes of the group of boys, the half-wet beauty led the country bumpkin away gracefully.

"Dude, am I seeing things? Isn't that Mu Meiren from our school's 'Thirteen Beauties'?" a boy asked, pointing blankly at the figure from behind.

"Yeah, no wonder she looked so familiar. She's even more beautiful in person than in the photos on the forum!" another boy exclaimed.

"Is it really her?" The boy who spoke first covered his mouth in surprise, looking like a startled girl. "My God, wasn't she supposed to be a wooden beauty, completely indifferent to men and women, unmoved by anything?"

"Brother, now you know, legends aren't credible," another boy said to him earnestly.

"Even if the legends are all false, and the Wood Beauty does eat meat, she can't just eat any kind of meat. How could she bring herself to do that to someone like that!" The boy clicked his tongue repeatedly and shook his head.

"Could it be that the world has really changed, and women's tastes have become retro?" Another boy asked, staring blankly at the two figures as they walked away.

"Are you all stupid? Haven't you watched If You Are the One? All the cool and handsome guys who were putting on an act got all twenty-four lights turned off, while the ugly and old guys who pretended to be profound all walked away with beautiful women."

The group of people were all stunned for a moment, then glared at him: "Damn it, are you indirectly insulting us?"

"I..." The boy suddenly felt wronged—do you guys really think you're so cool and handsome?

"Sigh, what's the use of being cool? What's the point of being handsome? That migrant worker just snatched away that wooden beauty that no one else could woo right in front of us. It's chilling to think about. Good cabbages are always eaten by pigs." Another boy sighed.

"What? It was clearly Mu Meiren who seduced that migrant worker," another person corrected.

"Could it be that the non-mainstream trend was popular a while ago, and now the migrant worker trend is all the rage?" Another boy asked, looking completely bewildered.

"Damn it, tomorrow I'll wear a tank top and slippers, grab a shovel, and stand here waiting for pretty girls to hit on me," another guy said resentfully.

"Brother, I'm not afraid to tell you the truth, if you dress like that, you might as well not wait for any pretty girls to come and pick you up, and instead you'll be getting your grave dug up with a hoe," someone next to him immediately joked.

"Stop arguing, all of you. You're all talking nonsense. Didn't you see it just now? That migrant worker was clearly pretending to be weak while actually being strong." A voice abruptly stopped them.

"Huh?" The group of boys looked over in surprise.

"Didn't you guys notice? Even though that guy was carrying a quilt on his shoulder and a bucket of water, looking incredibly rustic, everything he was wearing was designer. That shirt, those trousers, those leather shoes, even that belt, they must have cost at least six or seven thousand. Besides, maybe you didn't see it at the gate, but I saw it clearly—the car that brought this country bumpkin over was a Cadillac." The sharp-eyed boy listed them off one by one.

A moment of silence fell over the group. They had indeed overlooked this. But it was understandable—in the previous situation, everyone's attention was either fixed on the girl's chest or on the old man's quilt and bucket; who had the time to notice what he was wearing? As for what happened at the main gate, they were completely unaware.

"You all think that girl is stupid, but she's very shrewd. She's looking for a rich guy, and she wouldn't even give a second glance to us country bumpkins or out-of-towners," the observant boy added.

The group of boys suddenly realized why the beautiful woman had been so enthusiastic towards the migrant worker; it was all because of her greed—she was nothing but a gold digger. They angrily cursed, "That kind of woman is such a damn snob. Next time we're on the forum, we're not voting for her again!"

"Whether it's snobbery or pragmatism, in this day and age where people laugh at poverty but not prostitution, if a woman is beautiful and a man is rich, then there's nothing wrong with it. Take it easy, buddy. Money isn't everything, but you can't do without it. Besides, to be honest, I think that migrant worker was better looking than any of us." This guy was not only observant but also had some conscience.

The group of boys fell silent. For a long time, no one uttered a sound…

Gu Feng followed the half-wet beauty through the campus, which had been gently washed by the rain. The air was filled with the unique freshness of the rain, and everything in front of him was clean and bright. With such a beautiful woman by his side, he felt refreshed and relaxed.

"Excuse me, I don't even know your name yet," Mu Meiren asked with a smile as she walked.

"My name is Gu Feng. Classmate, do you really know where the medical school is?" Gu Feng wasn't in the mood to ask her name at the moment, because seeing her walking slowly and leisurely, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious—at this rate, when would they ever get there?

"Hehe, you think I'm going to sell you off?" Mu Meiren laughed again, and introduced herself generously, "My name is Peng Liangpei, and I'm also studying at medical school."

So proactive? Could it be that she's really interested in me? Gu Feng had this thought in mind, but then he looked at her figure and appearance—if they could have a deeper, purely platonic relationship sometime, that wouldn't be bad at all.

"Oh, Liangpei, hello. Nice to meet you. I hope you'll take care of me in the future." Gu Feng habitually clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute.

"Nice to meet you?" Peng Jingpei stopped in her tracks, frowned, and stared at him intently, asking, "You really don't recognize me?"

From the moment Gu Feng first saw this woman, he felt she looked somewhat familiar, but after racking his brains for a long time, he still couldn't remember where he had seen her before. From ancient times to the present, he had only ever "harmed" one woman, and that was Su Man'er—besides, it was still uncertain who harmed whom.

Seeing Gu Feng's blank expression, Peng Liangpei couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. "You've taken advantage of me so much, and now you don't even remember me? It's really hurtful to your pride." "Think about it again."

"I've thought about it, and I really haven't harmed you," Gu Feng blurted out.

"What?"

"I...I really don't remember." Gu Feng's face immediately showed embarrassment. He was too quick to speak his mind, and instead of saying what he should have said, he blurted out what he shouldn't have said.

Helpless, Peng Liangpei took a pencil case from her small bag, opened it, and handed it to Gu Feng: "You should recognize this, right?"

Gu Feng looked closely and saw a fountain pen without its cap lying in the pencil case.

The floodgates of memory were suddenly flung open: that bus, that young woman who was jostled from behind and forced to shove forward against her will, that zipper that had been damaged under her pants...

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the pen cap, holding it out to her. Peng Liangpei quickly picked up the pen and slowly, bit by bit, slipped it onto the cap.

The two couldn't help but laugh after their perfect "reunion".