Sheng Kuang sent a voice message, very short, only one second. In the voice message, he let out a light laugh.
Lin Jing thought of the female internet celebrity with the same name as her online. She pursed her lips and also pressed the screen, speaking into her voice message: "My suggestion is that before you film, you should put on some makeup and do your hair."
Her tone was devoid of emotion, even a little sweet: "If possible, it's best to find an editor for post-production. This will make you look even more handsome."
Sheng Kuang laughed again in the voice message: "Should I also find a lighting director?"
Lin Jing's face was blank, and she said with a very calm expression: "Of course, it's best to hire multiple top-notch photographers too, to capture you from every angle."
"You're so rich, please hire the best, the best makeup artists, the best stylists, the best lighting directors, the best photographers, the best editors..." Lin Jing exclaimed sarcastically: "Just thinking about it, it's a perfect match for you."
Lin Jing spoke all these words without much thought.
There was no reaction from Sheng Kuang for a long time.
She stared at the screen for two minutes before belatedly realizing that she had been overly emotional.
It was as if she were his girlfriend, and a unreasonable one at that, who started throwing a tantrum the moment she saw him getting a little too close to another girl.
As a professional esports player, Sheng Kuang was often approached by fans for photos.
She always thought she was a rational fan, but for some reason, her mind was filled with emotions just now.
Unconsciously, she was becoming more and more unrestrained in front of Sheng Kuang.
She could be melodramatic, impulsive, throw little tantrums, be wilful, and unreasonable.
Still lacking some confidence, Lin Jing was unsure if her actions had displeased Sheng Kuang.
She tightened her lips, tapped on the keyboard, wanting to type something to salvage the atmosphere, when suddenly another voice message came through on the screen.
Sheng Kuang was laughing, and after a couple of laughs, he began to speak, his voice still tinged with amusement: "Then come downstairs."
His words were abrupt and out of context. Lin Jing paused and sent a question mark.
Sheng Kuang recorded a video from below her dormitory building: "Beijing is a bit cold today."
Lin Jing's heart skipped a beat. After a few seconds, she rolled out of bed, ran to the window.
Sheng Kuang was wearing a lightweight trench coat, standing under a tree opposite the dormitory building.
Lin Jing stared for two seconds, then turned into the bathroom. She washed up as quickly as possible, threw on a random outfit from her closet, and rushed downstairs with her phone.
Reaching the first floor, she took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and walked out with feigned composure.
She looked natural, her steps unhurried, but as she got closer to him, she became increasingly nervous.
Even when she was about to reach him, she instinctively held her breath.
She stopped in front of him, swallowed, and to cover her nervousness, she spoke before he could: "Uh, I'm here to warm your hands..."
Sheng Kuang clearly paused.
She opened her mouth and forced out another word: "...machine."
Sheng Kuang looked at her without speaking.
Lin Jing cleared her throat, averted her eyes guiltily: "You said it was cold, your phone must be cold too. I'll warm it up for you."
Sheng Kuang laughed: "My phone isn't cold."
Lin Jing said "oh," and was about to say "never mind if it's not cold."
Sheng Kuang looked down at her for two seconds: "But my hands are cold."
Lin Jing didn't know if she was overthinking it, but she felt that Sheng Kuang's words implied, "Warm my hands for me."
She was momentarily at a loss. Her gaze drifted around, and with a calm expression, she took her phone out of her pocket and handed it to him: "My phone is warm, here, warm your hands."
"..."
Sheng Kuang looked down at her phone, was silent for a moment, then chuckled softly.
Lin Jing felt that Sheng Kuang's reaction suggested he had something to say.
She waited for a while, and when he didn't speak, she couldn't help but look up at him.
When he met her gaze, he laughed again and patted her head: "Let's go, let's get something to eat."
They weren't picky about food and randomly found a restaurant near the school.
In autumn Beijing, yellow leaves carpeted the ground, giving the entire street a unique beauty.
They walked there. As they neared the restaurant entrance, Sheng Kuang suddenly called out: "Lin Jing."
Lin Jing looked up, "Hmm?" Before she could finish speaking, Sheng Kuang suddenly leaned in, coming close to her, followed by a click.
Sheng Kuang took a photo of them together.
Before Lin Jing could even look at the photo, Sheng Kuang put away his phone and opened the restaurant door.
After ordering, he sent the photo to her.
In the photo, she looked up at him when he called her name.
He was looking down at her, and his free hand, not holding his phone, was resting on her head, removing a yellow leaf that had landed in her hair.
This photo was taken casually.
But for some reason, it made Lin Jing's heart flutter.
She stared at the photo for a moment before looking up at Sheng Kuang opposite her.
Sheng Kuang had already put his phone down. Its screen was locked, but it was lit.
He had changed his wallpaper to the photo they had just taken.
Lin Jing couldn't help but glance at Sheng Kuang, then back at his phone.
After his phone screen automatically turned black, she couldn't resist looking at his face again.
Sensing her gaze, he raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"
Sheng Kuang and his companions were night owls. Their flight back to Beijing was booked for the afternoon.
Sheng Kuang had told her about his return flight, and he was already in Beijing by morning, clearly having taken the earliest flight.
Lin Jing blinked and asked: "Why did you change your flight ticket?"
Sheng Kuang looked at her: "What do you think?"
Lin Jing paused: "Huh?"
Sheng Kuang laughed: "You really don't know?"
Lin Jing vaguely guessed the answer.
She opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to change the subject. Before she could speak, Sheng Kuang laughed again: "I was afraid you'd be unhappy, so I came back early to appease you."