Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl
Chapter 388 - 387 It’s Just Okay_2

Chapter 388: Chapter 387 It’s Just Okay_2

"Jiang Zhe (Received)" These three prominent characters glared in the center of the photo.

From the school gate all the way to the dormitory, these flowers were too ostentatious, attracting a trail of people snapping photos of the delivery guy along the path.

The post was extremely hot, having been topped by hundreds of posts and hanging on the popular board.

Jiang Zhe rubbed her brows and said, "I’ll go delete it."

She reached for her phone, and Qin Jingchen said calmly, "I already deleted it. What you just saw, I kept a copy."

Otherwise, the post might have been bumped up by another few hundred layers and gone viral.

"Qin Kuo sent them. Xia Enci already threw them in the trash."

Qin Jingchen revealed a satisfied smile, and as Jiang Zhe was about to speak again, he leaned in, bringing with him an overwhelming presence.

The kiss was like a storm, passionate and lingering.

Jiang Zhe’s fingers weakened slightly. Even though she was looking up and passively receiving the kiss, her demeanor did not lose to Qin Jingchen’s.

The kiss, too fierce, caused her eyes to heat up a little, with tears of a physiological nature spilling from the corners of her eyes.

Realizing her lapse, Jiang Zhe pushed Qin Jingchen away, "You’re crushing my Emperor Phoenix Star."

Qin Jingchen loosened his hold on her a bit but did not let go of her waist, his breath entwining with hers.

She was always cold, only at this moment her breath too was scorching hot.

Qin Jingchen whispered, "Qin Kuo is very dangerous, let’s try to have as little to do with him as possible."

"Looking at him now, has he recovered well?"

"Most of his brain cells were saved before, the subsequent brain cells were not used, limiting his physical abilities, but not his thinking."

Jiang Zhe nodded; this was much as she had suspected.

Qin Jingchen whispered, "I suspect that when he was in my brain before, he could glimpse into my thoughts."

Jiang Zhe frowned slightly; it was as if everything Qin Jingchen thought and did was exposed under Qin Kuo’s scrutiny.

No wonder four years ago, Qin Jingchen, despite the surgery technology not being fully mature, insisted on having the operation to remove Qin Kuo’s brain cells, rather than waiting until the technology was perfected and the risks were minimal.

"Every man has his counter," Jiang Zhe countered, clasping his hand.

Qin Jingchen smiled, his fingers interlocking with hers.

His callused fingertips grazed Jiang Zhe’s slender and pale fingers, fingers laced together like whispers in an intimate conversation.

Jiang Zhe returned to the dormitory quite late that evening.

Tang Xinru said in a low voice, "Who decided that university must come with dorm residency? Otherwise, I’d commute."

No one paid her any mind.

Xia Enci was excited to introduce Jiang Zhe to which cafeteria in the school served good food, where was fun, and the shortest route to the teaching building.

"It’s all from Zhang Lingling."

Zhang Lingling was watching a variety show: "If you need anything later on, I can take you there."

"Mhm," Jiang Zhe grabbed her pajamas, "I’m going to take a shower and sleep."

"Go on, I’ve already showered." Xia Enci sat next to Zhang Lingling: "How far has the competition progressed?"

"The judges are selecting now. But this set of traditional Chinese designs is really astonishing, I love it," said Zhang Lingling.

"Yeah, this design competition is really good. Looking at it, it’s no worse than those from the top five fashion shows abroad. This is the essence of our culture," Xia Enci chimed in.

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After the official start of the semester, the course arrangement was still to come.

The first thing was military training.

Xia Enci was already itching to try it.

Jiang Zhe glanced at the sun outside, shrugged lightly, put on the military uniform, and went out with the others.

Upon her arrival, she attracted a small crowd’s attention; everyone stared at Jiang Zhe unabated.

When they had seen her before, she was already stunning, and now, garbed in a military uniform with an air of valiance, Jiang Zhe made it impossible for people not to take a few extra glances.

"Alright, military training officially begins now."

With the instructor’s words, military training officially commenced.

No one had the extra energy to pay attention to Jiang Zhe anymore.

The high-intensity training overwhelmed many of the freshmen, who had played the entire summer away.

During the break, many had already collapsed from exhaustion.

Jiang Zhe’s performance in each activity was quite average, barely keeping up in the running, just about passing the standing-at-attention, and skirting by in other aspects—not standing out at all.

Xia Enci, on the other hand, excelled in every event and quickly became the center of attention, garnering countless praises.

In the evening, back at the dorm, Jiang Zhe was responding to Qin Jingchen’s WeChat message: "I’m okay, can cope."

It was out of sheer laziness that she reluctantly participated.

As soon as Xia Enci returned, she was lively and animated, watching variety shows with Zhang Lingling.