Chapter 2707 - 1682: Enel

Chapter 2707: Chapter 1682: Enel

"Sorry, sorry!"

In the university campus where the class bell rang ten minutes ago, a masked man walking properly was bumped by a youth running past from behind, who probably did it accidentally and hurriedly apologized, leaving the dropped books on the ground unattended.

"No problem."

The masked man was very magnanimous, smiling indifferently, and even crouched down to help pick up the books on the ground.

"Thank you."

The young man showed gratitude, hurriedly clutched the books and ran off quickly, in the direction that seemed to be the fourth cafeteria.

The relentless dining machine is not the only one for Daoist Sister.

How to grab food at the fastest speed is a skill more required than compulsory courses in university; if you don’t race against time and dash off immediately after class, a terrifying long queue at every window awaits you.

So there’s no need to blame others for being rash; wasn’t there a time when you did the same?

That’s right.

The one who stumbled upon was Boss Jiang; if the young man just now was an assassin, it might have been very dangerous.

But where in the world are there so many assassins? ℴ

If bad people were everywhere, those who value their lives needn’t leave home.

People say revisiting old places is like marking a boat to retrieve a sword, but for Boss Jiang, who is facing another major turning point in life, aside from East Sea University, there’s no place in East Sea that relaxes him more.

Figures still active on the basketball court, the basketball slicing through the cold blue sky during a shot, the white mist exhaled surging with the jumping action, students watching the game with oden, eating while cheering.

He didn’t stroll around the former teaching buildings, nor joined the inevitably crowded cafeteria’s bustle, mingling with the tide of students after class, Boss Jiang wandered aimlessly, slowly strolling along the pathed past.

On the lawn behind the male dormitory, a group of students was sitting cross-legged in the center, forming a loose circle, chatting away, the hot breath mingled and rose, painting short-lived arcs in the cold air. On the bench at the side, a solitary, unsociable round-framed glasses wearer was looking down reading a book, occasionally raising his head to breathe warmth onto his hands, a layer of fog instantly forming on the lenses and quickly dissipating, reminiscent of the former Bai Zheli.

In the shrubs at the edge of the lawn, a few sparrows were pecking at someone’s dropped cookie crumbs. Even a slight chuckle could scare them into fluttering up, wings brushing as the grass blades tremble and sway.

Facing the bright yet non-glare light, not far ahead, a weathered library stood silently, its glass curtain reflecting the blue sky like a huge, clear mirror.

Jiang Chen, wandering unknowingly here, raised his head—his only exposed eyes calm and serene.

As for wearing a mask.

It’s certainly not for warmth.

The reason is none other than concealment.

As an outstanding representative among East University’s graduates and a role often showcased by his alma mater, Luo Peng had received invitations for several speeches; the poster on the glory alumni photo wall always new and prominent...

Though he’s not a celebrity, Boss Jiang ought to have the awareness of a renowned figure; the necessary disguise is indispensable.

His return to his alma mater was because the spring breeze cannot be asked, the season not reached, thus only able to inquire within himself, not for a fan idol meeting.

In incognito, Jiang Chen crossed the lawn, quietly entered this aged architectural building.

In terms of the most tranquil place in a university, it has to be the library. Entering it, it’s as if the world had pressed the mute button; all impetuousness and noise instantly settle and separate upon entry.

Some rush for meals.

Others neglect sleep and food.

The thick postgraduate exam materials block the light outside the glass curtain wall, yet firmly lay the groundwork for a solid future.

Instead of taking the elevator up, like exercising, unidentified by anyone, Boss Jiang climbed the stairs to the rooftop.

The cultural heritage lives on.

Certain traditions are unchanged.

In his time, the Sky Garden on this old library rooftop was the "secret yet unspoken" rendezvous spot on campus, unchanged over all these years.

One couple.

Two couples.

Three couples.

....

With a simple glance, Jiang Chen noticed four or five pairs of couples hiding here, brewing sweetness amidst the winter.

At Sha City High School, catching those secretive junior couples, Boss Jiang didn’t hesitate to rush over as an iron-faced judge, but now he did not.

After all, high school students are different from university students; university students are adults, possessing the liberty to love. Moreover, to retreat a step, back in East University his love was extremely passionate, what right does he have to lecture others?

Wearing a mask, dressed in a simple jacket, ordinary Jiang Chen trod the stone path, passing swings and gazebos occupied by couples, walked to the edge of the rooftop.

Rare.

At this moment, there’s unexpectedly no wind.

Jiang Chen pulled down the mask slightly, exposing his nose, exhaled warm breath, then pulled the mask back up, under white gauze-like clouds, he watched for a while those students encircled on the lawn, then raised his gaze, contemplating his alma mater where he spent four years, lost in thought.

"Hello."

A polite greeting interrupted Boss Jiang’s daze.

He turned his head, surprised, but soon responded quickly, "Hello."

"Are you a student of our school?"

Truth be told, this girl wasn’t quite pretty, not tall either, just over one meter sixty, yet her demeanor was quite serene, without any sharpness, like a quietly resting aquatic orchid easily overlooked in the corner, but upon noticing, you’d willingly linger a while longer.