Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat
Chapter 510 - 510 505 You Have a Strawberry on Your Neck

Chapter 510: Chapter 505 You Have a Strawberry on Your Neck Chapter 510: Chapter 505 You Have a Strawberry on Your Neck “Stop rushing me, stop rushing me, I’m almost there,”

Mu Jiawen said as she hung up the phone and quickly arrived at the physics teaching building on her bicycle.

Her class was taking a photo today, and Xue Weisong had already called her three times to hurry her up.

After locking her bicycle in the bike shed downstairs, Mu Jiawen turned and hurried up the stairs.

The sneakers on her feet were a gift from her second uncle and his wife after their honeymoon in Australia. How much did they cost again?

She couldn’t be bothered to convert the currency, but they were definitely expensive.

But expensive had its perks, these shoes were truly comfortable to wear. They made walking not only light and fast but also silent.

From the first to third year, students generally had already left after finishing their exams, and now only the seniors were left to wait for the graduation ceremony, take a group picture, have a meal together, and then hug each other farewell with reluctance before going their separate ways.

At this moment, apart from the bustling third floor, there were hardly any people on the first and second floors, and the corridors were quiet, making the sound of crying from around the corner on the second floor particularly noticeable.

Mu Jiawen paused in her steps as she went upstairs, but the next second she resumed her pace and continued on her way.

However, the next second, a familiar voice reached her ears, “You, you let go first…”

Mu Jiawen abruptly stopped. If she remembered correctly, that voice belonged to Shen Mengfei.

Hey, what was she waiting for? Not listening to his gossip would be a waste.

Around the corner on the second floor was a utility room, and beyond that was a small balcony with a little pool used for cleaning mops and the like.

At this moment, on the small balcony that could accommodate at most three people, two figures were tightly hugging each other. Ah, no, to be precise, the girl was clinging onto the waist of the boy, leaning her head on his chest and crying her heart out.

Mu Jiawen tip-toed over like a thief, using the open wooden door of the utility room as cover, and slowly poked her head out.

She saw Shen Mengfei, looking helpless in his efforts to push away the girl hugging him, his head and upper body leaning back. But because the balcony was so small, he could only lean back at a thirty-degree angle before his back hit the railing.

His face was red with urgency, looking like a monkey’s butt.

In the end, with nowhere else to put his hands, he had to put them on the girl’s shoulders, trying to push her off.

But the more he pushed, the tighter the girl clung to him. Eventually, it was so tight that it nearly choked him. His face turned even redder, obviously from being smothered!

Mu Jiawen watched, dumbfounded, at the scene unfolding before her. Who would have thought that Shen Mengfei would have such a romantic encounter? If word got out, wouldn’t it make all the boys in the class die of envy?

Too bad she didn’t bring her camera.

“Um, Xia Shi, could you let go first…”

Xia Shi?

The gossip-loving Mu Jiawen felt as though she had been struck by lightning; her hand slipped from the wooden door in shock, and her shoulder hit the wooden door with a loud bang, alerting the pair inside.

Shen Mengfei turned his head swiftly to look over, locking eyes with Mu Jiawen, who was still in shock.

After about three seconds of staring at each other, Mu Jiawen was the first to snap out of it. She quickly stood up straight, cleared her throat with a cough, and said with a straight face, “Um, carry on, I’m…just passing by!”

With that, she turned and ran.

She dashed up to the third floor to her own class, and as soon as she entered, she called out to Xue Weisong, “Old Xue…”

“Oh my lady, you’ve finally arrived, come and sit in the middle quickly, the class photo is all that was missing you,”

Xue Weisong was standing on the stage, fiddling with a camera along with Kou Chuan. Huangfu Yun and a few other boys were moving chairs and tables around, and they also called her over, saying they were just waiting for her.

Mu Jiawen was stunned; this… they had been kicked out of their class this year, so Shen Mengfei and Xia Shi?

“Impossible, right?”

She considered asking Xue Weisong about it, but at that moment, several boys called her over for a group photo.

Zhong Liangang stood by her side, and when she looked over, he revealed a shy smile, which also carried a hint of gratitude.

He had passed the postgraduate entrance exam and had the good fortune of joining the very popular Professor Xiaoyu’s team.

Professor Xiaoyu referred to Yu Yue, who complied with the university’s request to start teaching at the graduate school this year, naturally meaning he could take on several students as well.

He couldn’t be bothered to pick students himself, so he sent the list to Mu Jiawen. When Mu Jiawen saw Xue Weisong, Zhong Liangang, and Shen Mengfei’s names on the list, she conveniently selected them.

Originally, Yu Yue intended to take on only two students, but when he saw that his sister had chosen three, he didn’t comment, thinking that one more didn’t really matter.

The relationship between the Yu Family brothers and Mu Jiawen was no longer a secret in the physics department. And the trio frequently hung out with Mu Jiawen as well, so anyone who heard about this knew the reason behind it.

As for Liang Yujun, Ding Yuanyuan, and Sha Yali, their mentor was Yu Ci.

Mu Jiawen didn’t care if others gossiped about her brazenly pulling strings for personal gain. After all, whoever her brothers mentored, they mentored. What was wrong with them mentoring her friends?

Their results were genuinely hard-earned, without any hint of favoritism.

Mu Jiawen moved closer to Zhong Liangang and whispered, “Which class is Shen Mengfei in now?”

Zhong Liangang looked puzzled and said with a surprised expression, “Are you… have you been particularly busy lately?” How could you have forgotten old Shen?

Mu Jiawen pursed her lips, glanced at him, and fell silent.

After the group photo was taken, Xue Weisong was calling her to step forward when finally, Shen Mengfei hurriedly entered through the front door.

Mu Jiawen blinked at him, then tilted her head to look back, “Huh? Where’s Xia Shi?”

Seeing her gesture, Shen Mengfei’s face reddened, and he leaned in to explain in a low voice, “It’s not what you think, there’s absolutely nothing between her and me…”

“Nothing like what?”

When he hesitated, Mu Jiawen urged him with sparkling eyes, “Go on, tell me.”

Looking at her, Shen Mengfei was speechless, a typical example of someone who doesn’t think the pot is too hot to touch.

“Keep your mouth shut, don’t spread rumors,” he chided.

After advising her, Shen Mengfei turned to look for Xue Weisong, but at that moment, Mu Jiawen suddenly blurted out, “You have a strawberry mark on your neck.”

Her voice wasn’t loud and amidst the constant chattering of everyone, no one would have heard her except for Shen Mengfei. But coincidentally, just as Tang An walked in through the front door, everyone saw the counselor and quieted down for a moment.

And in that brief moment, Mu Jiawen’s clear voice echoed in the classroom, “You have a strawberry mark on your neck.”

Including Tang An, everyone simultaneously turned their heads to look at Shen Mengfei!

They were all about to graduate from their bachelor’s degree; who didn’t understand the implication behind those words?

Even Mu Jiawen had asked Jiang Yan last year how to plant strawberries, then wore a high-collar sweater for a week to hide the red strawberry mark on her neck.

So when she saw the mark on Shen Mengfei’s neck, she couldn’t help but shout out, and in her heart marveled at the clear hickey—it must have taken a lot of effort.

Xia Shi was really something.

She herself couldn’t do it; the boys’ skin was too tough. Previously, despite exerting herself on Jiang Yan’s neck, she managed to leave nothing but saliva.

But she had reflected on it, maybe it was due to her lack of technique and not using the right force, which was why she couldn’t leave a mark.

Anyway, she wasn’t interested in it—not fun at all. But if Jiang Yan really wanted a mark on his neck, she thought a tooth mark might also work… right?