When Qu Junfeng woke up, he was the only one left in the bedroom on the second floor.
He sat up and looked around, his blurry eyes suddenly clearing as he realized this wasn’t his bedroom and remembered that last night, he had exploited his shameless nature to follow a classmate home.
"Tsk, what a huge bedroom."
Xu Qianyun’s bedroom was indeed large, not only with its own bathroom but also a walk-in closet. It was clearly designed to be the master bedroom.
Qu Junfeng stretched and noticed a set of brand-new casual clothes beside him, the fresh tag hanging off the collar, not yet snipped off.
He hummed the class song cheerfully, delightedly put on the new outfit, and even hopped and skipped in front of the bathroom mirror for a while.
Downstairs in the living room, Xu Qianyun placed a basket of steamed buns on the table. Just as he picked one up with his chopsticks and was about to put it into his mouth, he heard a howl.
The person in question twitched his lips and glared viciously at the person at the top of the stairs on the second floor.
"I’m not deaf, I can hear."
Why the need to yell so loudly, even the neighbors would be awakened.
Qu Junfeng was in a good mood, scurrying to sit opposite him, craning his neck in anticipation of the spacious living room.
"Um... where’s your sister?"
"She had something to do and left early in the morning."
Xu Qianyun gave him a look, got up reluctantly, and went to the kitchen. When he came back out, he had an extra pair of bowl and chopsticks in his hands.
Qu Junfeng took them, heaved a sigh of relief after hearing the words, and stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth.
"Good, good. Sister Tang isn’t at home."
"What’s with this ’saved from the jaws of death’ look?"
Xu Qianyun thought he still deserved a beating.
"Ahaha, well... don’t you think Sister Tang is very fierce?"
With Tang Shu absent, Qu Junfeng was a bit bolder.
Xu Qianyun was surprised, "My sister is almost never in a bad mood, she’s the gentlest person I’ve ever met."
Not like Su Xiaochi, as fierce as a tomboy, probably with her temperament and combat skills, it would be difficult for her to get married in this lifetime.
Qu Junfeng’s face showed alarm, the steamed bun in his mouth becoming awkward to swallow or spit out.
The type to beat someone half to death on a whim, and that’s considered a good temperament?
You must have misunderstood these three words!
Today was the weekend, and there were no classes for any grade, yet there were still quite a few students coming and going across the campus.
Standing on the seventh floor of the laboratory building, Tang Shu glanced out through the clear windows to the sports field, where students playing soccer and walking mingled in large numbers, and the Artificial Lake was surrounded by people walking wave after wave.
The sun was just right, and the students were enjoying the weekend that came with their age.
"Junior Sister Tang, can you check if the medicinal properties are correct here?"
Tang Shu turned at the sound and walked towards a male student draped in a white lab coat.
"Junior Sister Tang was right; dandelion leaves can indeed neutralize some of the toxins in the Snow Soul Grass Leaves, but I’ve done the experiment several times and still can’t get the dose right. Can you see what the problem is?"
Since dandelion leaves need to be decocted for medicinal use, she was shown a bowl of decocted Chinese Herbal Medicine, a light brown medicinal soup without any impurities, with steam wafting from the entire bowl.
Tang Shu approached, sniffed the scent gently, and pondered in her mind.
"Senior Xue, you added five grams of dandelion leaves, right? The taste is a bit strong."