Chapter 38 – Breakfast
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“I got it, senior.” Luo Ye said seriously.
He immediately got to work, chopping melons and vegetables. Anything he didn’t need went straight into the fridge—until he realized the fridge couldn’t possibly hold all that.
Anyone who didn’t see it would've thought there was a festival going on at his place.
Eager to prove himself, he kept buying more and more, only to discover he’d over‑stocked.
Now it hit him: chasing a girl isn’t a sprint; you gotta walk it out, stay grounded, and keep a relaxed mindset.
When did he actually confess to his senior? Luo Ye started to ponder that seriously.
“Junior.”
From the kitchen, Su Baizhou half‑leaned out, spoon in hand, and said, “Come help.”
“Coming, senior.”
The thought bubble in Luo Ye’s head burst, and he trotted into the kitchen.
Before long, dinner was on the table. Since there were only two of them, Su Baizhou didn’t make a huge spread.
But she already had a plan for the mountain of ingredients Luo Ye bought: she’d pack them into lunch‑box meals so the meat and seafood wouldn’t spoil quickly, seal them, and when school started the day after tomorrow she’d have Luo Ye hand them out to his roommate.
Otherwise the fresh stuff would go bad after a day or two.
After dinner, Su Baizhou plopped on the sofa to watch TV while Luo Ye washed dishes in the kitchen.
When he finished, he joined her on the sofa.
They sat at opposite ends, eyes glued to the screen—though neither of them was really watching.
After a while, Su Baizhou broke the silence. “Is your family well‑off?”
Luo Ye froze. She’d probably asked after seeing the day’s haul of groceries.
He scratched his head and replied, “I have a side gig, so I earn a little.”
She didn’t press further, nor ask what the side gig was. She just said, “Next time, skip the pricey stuff.”
“I understand, senior.”
Night fell, and Su Baizhou rose. “Time for bed.”
“Okay.”
They each retreated to their own rooms.
Luo Ye’s room had no blanket, but the early‑October weather wasn’t cold enough to need one. He pulled out his phone and started typing away.
Meanwhile, Su Baizhou was doing a computer‑related freelance job in her room.
Two hours later, Luo Ye had pumped out four thousand words. He stretched, glanced at the clock—12:30 a.m.
He quietly slipped out of his room, peeked into the dark living room, and saw the bathroom light on, a graceful silhouette taking a shower.
Luo Ye closed his door gently, his heart thumping.
“What’s senior doing a shower at this hour?” he thought. He knew she had an irregular sleep pattern, but he didn’t expect a midnight bath.
Then again, when Luo Ye was hanging out in the living room, Su Baizhou couldn’t have been in the tub—she’d only get out when she thought he was asleep. But he wasn’t asleep; he was typing on his phone, making no noise at all.
The apartment was silent except for the water’s patter echoing through the living room.
Luo Ye perched on a chair, scrolling through short videos half‑heartedly.
In the freshman group chat, the rich kid was still flaunting himself, posting pictures of his luxury car and asking for parking tips. One of his messages @‑mentioned Tang Enqi, clearly interested in the new campus beauty.
That rich kid—Gao Yuming—was one of the three freshman power players, alongside the handsome campus heartthrob Shen Qiao and the campus queen Tang Enqi.
He was the only one who bragged all the time, so scrolling through those flashy posts was Luo Ye’s way of killing time.
Soon the bathroom water stopped. Su Baizhou emerged in pajama, walked back to her own room, and left the master bedroom light on—she was still at work.
Luo Ye slipped out of his room, used the bathroom, and was hit by the familiar, strong fragrance—her scent.
He finished, returned to his room, and, despite sharing a roof, decided to text her.
“Get some rest early, senior.”
When Su Baizhou saw the message, she stared at her phone, a daze in her eyes. She glanced back at her laptop; the freelance task was only seventy percent done, and to finish it properly she’d need at least another hour.
She usually didn’t stay up late during the break, but she had something to handle tomorrow, so she pulled an all‑nighter today. She’d need the whole next day free.
At 2 a.m., Su Baizhou stretched and prepared for sleep.
Seeing the senior’s room light finally go out, Luo Ye crawled into his own bed, closed his eyes, and drifted off.
The Next Morning – 8 a.m.
Luo Ye opened his eyes, changed, and headed to the bathroom.
Leaving his room, he spotted a perfectly arranged breakfast on the table and stared in surprise.
A steaming basket of xiaolongbao, two golden youtiao sticks, two glasses of soy milk, and two tea‑eggs.
Su Baizhou sat at the table, waiting for him to wake up.
Luo Ye walked into the bathroom, then realized he had no toothpaste and not even a towel, so he trudged back and took a seat opposite his “fairy” senior.
Seeing his sluggish look, Su Baizhou said lightly, “Is this how you roll every day?”
“It’s okay, I’ve been staying up late, so early mornings make me groggy.”
Luo Ye yawned, then shoved a xiaolongbao into his mouth.
After the first bite, he asked, “Senior, when did you buy this breakfast?”
Before him, Su Baizhou wore loose black clothes, her bangs damp as if she’d just finished a workout.
He’d seen that version of the “fairy” senior on the track field that very day.
“Morning run, then I grabbed breakfast on the way back,” she replied, propping her chin on her hand, eyes locked on him as if waiting for something.
Caught off guard, Luo Ye lowered his head and kept eating in silence.
For some reason, Su Baizhou loved watching him eat—he looked adorable, fully focused on the food.
In his head, Luo Ye thought he’d have to start morning runs like his senior someday, just to stay fit and avoid getting rusty later.
Of course, it wasn’t because he wanted to run side by side with his “fairy” senior every morning.
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