Chapter 2708 - 1682: Enel (2)

Chapter 2708: Chapter 1682: Enel (2)

Jiang Chen saw, she was holding a book in her hand.

"Cloud Theory"

As the most obscure work by the Nobel Prize-winning author, this book in this aging old library is rarely borrowed.

"No."

The mask covered him tightly, Jiang Chen wasn’t worried about his identity being revealed, and this girl who initiated the conversation clearly didn’t belong to the "celebrity chasing" crowd.

"Then what brings you here?"

Although she has a strong artistic vibe, the girl is not shy or timid. If she were shy or timid, she wouldn’t have come over to start a conversation right after her boyfriend walked away.

Yes.

She had been sitting in the pavilion earlier.

As he passed by, Jiang Chen noticed her, and there was a boy beside her.

"You shouldn’t be the librarian here, right?"

Dealing with students this age, Boss Jiang was certainly at ease, smoothly turning the conversation around.

The artistic girl replied calmly, "No. But I’m also part of the school."

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, turned back, and looked at the entrance to the rooftop, "I didn’t see any ’No Entry’ signs just now."

"I meant, you’re not a student here, how did you know about this place?"

Jiang Chen didn’t explain. He wasn’t the kind of boy who would be swayed by a conversation with a girl, calmly looking at her, "Did your boyfriend go to get food?"

"My boyfriend?"

The black-haired girl blinked, and Jiang Chen suddenly realized that her eyes were quite distinctive, with a quiet gleam hidden in their depths, stubbornly glowing without being ostentatious.

"Isn’t he?"

"No. That’s my classmate."

Jiang Chen, misunderstanding due to fixed thinking, didn’t insist, apologizing immediately.

"Sorry, I saw you sitting in the pavilion when I passed by earlier."

Usually, at this time, the line would be "It’s fine." But the girl’s response was quite unique.

"I accept your apology."

Jiang Chen looked at her, smiling.

"What’s your name?"

"Enel."

Jiang Chen’s smile widened, although obscured by the mask, she would probably see hints from his eyes.

"Your image is nothing like Enel."

"You just made a mistake. We don’t know each other well."

Enel.

A classic character in One Piece.

Extremely powerful, exceedingly cruel, showing no mercy to enemies, including women.

It seemed Jiang Chen, having judged by appearance once again, did not apologize further. As a senior, he retained his self-respect.

His gaze fell on the "Cloud Theory" book she was holding.

"Are you in the literature department?"

"No."

The girl is quite guarded, not revealing her real name or her major. Naturally, being cautious is expected from a young lady.

"Why would you know this book if you’re not?"

"You know it too, don’t you."

The girl glanced at her reading material, then looked up, leaving Jiang Chen momentarily speechless.

Nowadays, few people could leave Boss Jiang at a loss for words.

This girl has impressive speaking skills, of course, such talents are backed by remarkable intellect.

Anyone who reads "Cloud Theory" must have a rich spiritual world.

"The midnight train lights nail our shadows to the wall, lasting longer than ourselves."

The girl raised the book and said.

Jiang Chen turned his head, gazing into the distance, "I’ve never liked talking to knowledgeable people like you."

The comment was a bit lacking in courtesy.

With friends it might just be casual banter, but considering it was their first meeting.

But the girl calling herself Enel was clearly not a fragile, sensitive fairy, turning her gaze towards the campus.

"I don’t like conversing with insincere people either."

Jiang Chen was amused.

This girl sure is unique.

"Which year are you in?"

"Not telling you."

"...."

Isn’t.

Wasn’t it you who approached me?

Jiang Chen rubbed his nose, pressing the mask more tightly, after enjoying the view for a while, said, "Nice to meet you, goodbye."

Polite.

But not much.

This is a campus, not the outside world, far too formal.

Saying he is insincere is not slander.

"If you come here again, you’ll see me, you know."

A voice came through the sunlight.

Jiang Chen, about to leave, paused.

"I’m here pretty much every day."

The girl gazed into the distance.

So this meeting was not a coincidence?

"In a while, the temperature will drop sharply and this place will not be suitable for staying." Jiang Chen said.

Simultaneously.

He couldn’t help but be curious.

Why does a girl come here every day, she doesn’t even have a boyfriend.

"Will it snow this year?"

Not biased, but this girl is indeed a bit eccentric.

However, artistic types are often like this, their spiritual world differs from ordinary people’s, resulting in unique expressions.

"No idea, based on my experience living in East Sea, the probability is low."

After saying that, Jiang Chen no longer lingered.

"We think we live in the present, but actually we’re just living in a poor imitation of the past."

The girl’s recitation came, finally softening.

"Goodbye, Senior Jiang."

Masked from start to finish, Jiang Chen paused his footsteps, then smiled without turning back, and walked away.

After he left, the literary girl who managed to recognize him was still standing at the edge of the rooftop, sighed softly.

She placed "Cloud Theory" on the parapet, then took out her phone and dialed a number.

"Sis."

"What’s up?"

Laughter came through the phone.

"I waited for him."

The laughter abruptly stopped, then resumed in a feigned lightheartedness, "Who was it?"

The girl named Enel changed the subject, "I’m right on the rooftop of the old library."

The pretense seemed untenable.

"You went to study."

A girl decisively choosing to enroll at her cousin’s alma mater despite family opposition and odd looks smiled, "Yeah, East Sea University is great, and the garden is really beautiful."

The other side remained silent.

"Sis, you’ve never seen snow in East Sea either, right?"

Where does curiosity about a person come from?

Maybe it’s literature.

Maybe it’s audio-visual material.

Maybe it’s the experiences of those around them.

"How does it feel?"

The voice on the phone suddenly became cheerful, no longer avoiding.

"Not bad. Not disappointed."

Before she could speak, the girl proactively said, "He doesn’t know who I am, I said my name is Enel, he said I don’t look like Enel."

There was genuine laughter from the other side this time.

"He was wearing a mask, I almost didn’t recognize him."

How many photos did she look at to remember him so clearly?

Indeed.

For a persistent literary girl, abandoned by her cousin yet bearing no grudge, tirelessly helping her cousin upon learning of her illness, fighting death without expecting anything in return, pulling her cousin back from death.

It feels like a story that only exists in literature.

How could one not want to see this kind of protagonist in person?

"Enel, don’t forget, your task is to study hard. Control your literary pretensions, life is not like the books you read, your parents still rely on you for support."

Just to satisfy her curiosity, the girl gazed at "Cloud Theory" placed on the parapet. She seemed indifferent to the voice on the phone.

"Sometimes I feel I’m just a secondary character in someone else’s dream, even the pain isn’t mine."

The phone fell silent.

"Sis, I’m going to eat now."

The girl picked up the book, "Take care of yourself too."

No further sounds came from the other end.

The girl hung up, holding the book, turned and headed for the rooftop exit.

On the other end of the phone.

The woman who survived seemed to have grown her short hair back, leaning against the hallway wall outside the company, slowly putting down her phone.

"Ai Qian, let’s go, let’s eat, a new BBQ and rice place opened downstairs, 30% off for opening day."

"...Alright."

The woman put away her phone and followed her colleague.