Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady-Chapter 350 - 173. Daily Life Heading Towards Winter Camping (2)

After finishing their coffee, the two of them took a stroll around the Nezu Art Museum.

What struck Dubian Che the most was a delicate folding screen depicting a man and a woman on a pleasure boat, disheveled.

This reminded him of Jiutiao Meijie. freёnovelkiss.com

That evening at the ball, he too had been on a small boat, leaving her in disarray.

That wine-red dress, with its long, cinched waist, was truly beautiful.

Aside from that Dynastic Tale’s picture, a walk around didn’t give Dubian Che much of an art vibe.

After all, his art grade was a C, so one couldn’t expect him to excel in this area.

On Sunday, they browsed old bookstores in Shinbashi and spent the night at Jiutiao Meijie’s.

On Monday, November 16, Dubian Che and Jiutiao Meijie went to school together.

"This is our first time, isn’t it? Quite rare," Dubian Che said.

In the train, Jiutiao Meijie, sitting opposite him, rested with her eyes closed, leaning on the armrest.

"As time together grows, even rare occasions will eventually happen," she said indifferently.

"Mm-hmm," Dubian Che nodded in agreement, indicating she had a point.

"But," Jiutiao Meijie opened her eyes and looked at him coldly, "there are some things I hope never happen."

"What’s that?" Dubian Che curiously asked.

"Things that make me unhappy."

"I find that very hard," Dubian Che admitted honestly.

Jiutiao Meijie took off her shoes and pressed the sole of her foot against Dubian Che’s cheek, slightly flattening the flesh on his face.

"Say that again?" she said.

"I’ve noticed you really like to use your feet on people," Dubian Che’s voice altered slightly because of the beautiful girl’s foot on his face.

By autumn, nearing winter, black knee-high stockings had turned into black pantyhose.

Gone were the days of summer when one could visually ascertain what Jiutiao Meijie wore underneath.

"That’s right, I do like stepping on people," Jiutiao Meijie said proudly, smiling, "but I only step on you."

"Don’t think I’ll be happy just because you say that!"

"Your acting is so fake!"

"That was intentional."

"Hm?" Jiutiao Meijie’s foot moved gently down, lifting Dubian Che’s chin.

"It’s all to make you happy."

Dubian Che took her foot down and adjusted her pleated skirt for her before patting her leg in a comforting manner.

There really was no need to look; Jiutiao Meijie always donned her underwear with him around.

Sometimes, it was even he who decided what color and style she wore.

They got off the train at Goda and walked together.

"Carry my backpack for me," yawned Jiutiao Meijie.

"No," Dubian Che refused, "I need my other hand to hold yours."

Without waiting for a response from Jiutiao Meijie, he had already taken her delicate, tender hand in his.

Jiutiao Meijie gave him a glance but didn’t say anything, letting him lead her.

Walking through the campus, their classmates looked at them with various gazes: envy, admiration, and malice.

Rumors of Dubian Che courting a wealthy girl might not reach him, but certainly existed somewhere in the world and would never disappear.

But the Dubian Che of today was no longer the boy from Iwate Prefecture.

Whether proactively or reactively, he learned to disregard what others thought.

"’You’re really something else on the path to becoming amazing, Mr. Dubian’—I tell myself as a form of self-encouragement."

The trick is to keep giving oneself these pep talks, so to confront difficulties with more confidence.

During the morning meeting, Xiaoquan Aonai talked about the winter camping trip.

"The date is roughly set for December 2, Wednesday, lasting three days."

"The activities include a cross-country race, a picnic, a test of courage, mountain climbing, skiing... and finally a campfire evening."

Dubian Che once again felt sorry for his peers back home.

Upon reflection, China was still catching up, not yet at the stage of enjoying prosperity.

For the sake of future generations living an easier academic life, sacrifices were necessary for the recent generations.

Dubian Che was also making a sacrifice, experiencing a relaxed education for life, but only to summarize its pros and cons.

While his friends back home were already in morning study by six and several classes deep by eight, he only started his first homeroom class at eight twenty, burning with impatience each time he thought about this reality.

He nearly... laughed out loud.

"Teacher!" a student said, "Is it true that the two who dance the final song at the campfire evening will bond and never part for life?"

"What do you think?" Xiaoquan Aonai didn’t express her opinion, but instead asked everyone with a smile.

"That’s so unrealistic!" Kunii Shuichi said loudly.

"Kunii, you’re such a killjoy!" a girl complained.

"That’s just how it is!" Saito Keisuke joined the fray, "Having a sweetheart in school, ninety percent break up! To never part for life, only if the two die together on the day!"

"Die together? Ah, that’s unbelievable, boys are the worst!"

"Just because we’re likely to break up, that’s why we want to make a connection, to not part for a lifetime!"

"Can’t stand you girls, can you be a bit realistic!" Kunii Shuichi’s voice alone could drown out everyone else.

"That’s right, that’s right," Saito Keisuke nodded vehemently, "Class rep, what do you think?"

The male class president adjusted his glasses and said in a voice full of dark undertones, "I don’t dance."

"Seriously! Clueless boys are the most annoying!"

"What’s wrong with them? These guys are so annoying."

Ikeda Kazumi stood up, turned around, and pointed her stomach at Dubian Che in the back seat.

"Mr. Dubian, do you think the same? That the campfire legend is fake?"

"Well, about that," Dubian Che began.

"Yes, Mr. Dubian, speak on behalf of the boys," urged a girl from the front row famous for being ’fierce.’

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