Morning.
Lin Xian woke up early, got ready, and slung his shoulder bag over his back before heading out.
Traveling as a guy was simple—just pack a few changes of clothes and a charger, and you're good to go. Unlike girls who carry a mountain of bags, as if they're planning to move house.
This wasn't Lin Xian's first trip, so his parents, Lin Guodong and Wang Hongmei, weren't worried. They only reminded him to stay safe.
Modu City wasn't far from Jiangzhen. The high-speed rail ride was just about two hours.
After picking up his ticket and clearing security, it didn't take long before boarding began.
Following the seat number on his ticket, Lin Xian found his place and was briefly stunned.
Yan Xiaoman?
What a coincidence. Not only were they on the same train car, but their seats were directly across from each other—both by the window.
These face-to-face seat arrangements were rare on high-speed trains, usually only appearing in the first or last row.
Fate really does work in mysterious ways.
Today, Yan Xiaoman wasn't wearing a long dress. She had on a white T-shirt and hot pants, showing off her 1.68-meter figure and radiating youthful energy.
"Lin Xian? What are you doing here?" Yan Xiaoman was clearly surprised to see him.
Lin Xian sat down and grinned. "You're funny. It's not like you own the train. Why wouldn't I be here?"
Hearing that, Yan Xiaoman had the sudden urge to bite him again.
She glanced at Lin Xian's ticket and noticed he was also headed to Modu City. A trace of suspicion flashed in her eyes as she asked, "Did Li Weiwei tell you I was going to Modu City today?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lin Xian looked at her, completely baffled.
Yan Xiaoman let out a small huff, convinced he was playing dumb.
She remembered mentioning last month that she planned to visit Modu City after getting her driver's license—and the only person she had told was Li Weiwei.
Now, running into Lin Xian on this exact train, with matching seats, facing each other?
No way that was a coincidence. She was sure Lin Xian had asked Li Weiwei about her plans and deliberately booked the same train to stage a "chance encounter."
Thinking that, Yan Xiaoman felt a burst of smug satisfaction: I really am such a clever little princess!
Women love to add their own drama—and overthink things. Soon, she started wondering whether their "coincidental" meeting at the bus stop last time was also staged by Lin Xian.
Why would he do all this?
Obviously, he must be trying to pursue her!
Acting nonchalant, Yan Xiaoman stole a glance at Lin Xian and started mentally comparing him to other guys she knew.
Hmm, Weiwei wasn't wrong. Lin Xian really is pretty handsome, and his skin is ridiculously good. How did I not notice this before?
Even though this jerk is always teasing me, talking to him is kind of fun...
What if he confesses his feelings to me?
Should I say yes? Or turn him down?
…
Lin Xian, of course, had no clue that in just a few seconds, Yan Xiaoman had already drafted an entire teen romance drama in her mind.
If he did, he'd probably say: What nonsense are you thinking?
Lenovo should hire you as their brand ambassador—with that imagination, it's a shame you're not writing ads.
While Yan Xiaoman was lost in her thoughts, more passengers were entering the carriage. People soon sat down beside both of them.
Next to Lin Xian was a middle-aged uncle, who, after putting away his backpack, quietly pulled out a newspaper and began reading with full concentration.
Next to Yan Xiaoman sat a young guy with glasses who looked like a college student.
The moment he saw Yan Xiaoman, his eyes lit up.
There was no denying Yan Xiaoman's looks—her beauty, combined with her poise, would stand out even in the glamorous streets of Modu City.
Yan Xiaoman couldn't help but frown slightly.
She was used to that kind of look, and it always made her uncomfortable.
In contrast, Lin Xian's gaze was clear and straightforward—that was one of the reasons she didn't mind him being around.
But the guy with glasses was oblivious. He leaned over and said, "Hi there, beautiful."
"Hello," Yan Xiaoman replied curtly, clearly uninterested.
"I'm Huang Jiacheng, a sophomore at Modu City University of Finance. What about you?" he continued, undeterred.
"Just graduated from high school."
Her tone was cold, and she immediately lowered her head to play with her phone.
Hearing that she had just graduated, Huang Jiacheng got even more excited.
Sure, his university had plenty of attractive girls—but none quite like Yan Xiaoman. And the truly stunning ones were all already taken, and way out of his league.
But a high school graduate? That was different. Girls fresh out of high school were still pretty innocent—this was the easiest time to make a move.
Huang Jiacheng felt like he had struck gold. If he didn't act now, once she started college, he wouldn't stand a chance.
With that thought, he leaned in, eager: "Just graduated? Which university are you heading to?"
Yan Xiaoman replied lazily, "Wujiaochang Community Vocational Education Center."
"Wujiaochang Community… what?"
What kind of weird school name is that?
Huang Jiacheng was momentarily confused. Judging by the name, he assumed it was some third-rate technical college. So, he immediately started showing off: "Those kinds of schools are a waste of time—just paying tuition to coast. The teachers don't care, and the diploma's worthless when you're job hunting."
Lin Xian almost burst out laughing.
This guy was hilarious. Never mind that Yan Xiaoman wasn't even going to a vocational college—even if she were, trash-talking her school like that wasn't exactly the smoothest move.
Dude, if you're gonna act cool, at least know how to do it right!
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man next to Lin Xian put down his newspaper and smiled. "Well now, what are the odds—another alumnus."
Yan Xiaoman looked up, surprised. "Uncle, you went to FD University too?"
"Yep!"
The man chuckled. "Class of '93. Technically, you should be calling me senior."
FD?
Wasn't she going to Wujiaochang Community Vocational something-or-other?
Huang Jiacheng's face turned an impressive shade of awkward.
He had been trying to act cool, but ended up looking like a complete fool.
Sure, his own school was decent—but compared to FD, one of the top ten universities in the country, a mere 211 university like his wasn't even in the same league.
After chatting with Yan Xiaoman for a bit, the uncle returned to his paper.
But Huang Jiacheng still didn't give up. With a thick face, he kept trying to chat her up.
"What's your name, by the way?"
"Are you visiting Modu City? I could show you around!"
"Can I add you on WeChat?"
Yan Xiaoman's expression grew colder and colder, but he was too dense to notice.
Buzz~
At that moment, Lin Xian felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
He pulled it out and saw a message from Yan Xiaoman:
Lin Xian, do me a favor. Can we switch seats?
He looked up and found Yan Xiaoman giving him a pleading look. Clearly, she was at her limit with the glasses guy.
Lin Xian gave her a small smile and held up two fingers.
Yan Xiaoman instantly understood and glared at him playfully, muttering under her breath, "Two favors it is then, you stingy jerk!"
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