Chapter 12 (1/2)

Chapter 12

Autumn Tale 2.3

The melodious tune of ‘Zhen Ming Ge’[1] started to play,  Xia Liang’s consciousness woke from its sleep.  She stretched one hand out of the blanket, moved around and turned off the alarm clock without looking.  Then she retracted back into blanket to continue sleeping.

Ten minutes later, the melody of ‘Zhen Ming Ge’ started again.

Xia Liang climbed out of bed and turned off the alarm clock.  With bleary eyes, she scratched her messy hair.

“Do you want to do a commercial voice over in the future?”

“En……of course I do…...”

“Then give me your phone number.”

“……Oh.”

Xia Liang recollected her conversation with Song Qiyan last night.  She buried her head into the pillow again..….

Oh my gosh, she had given Bei Yan Da Da her real world contact information!

They were in the same school and it was very normal to have each other’s contact information.  But it happened too abruptly and she was not ready for it psychologically.

For the whole morning, Xia Liang sat semi-consciously through her Applied Calculus cla.s.s.  Her brain felt as if it had been glued in place.  Before the cla.s.s was over, the professor left some time for students to self-study.  She looked at the questions in the exercise, the parameter of Y was, the parameter…...Y…...She suddenly remembered one thing.

Currently, Bei Yan Da Da had her cell phone number.  But he had not called her back……So she did not have his cell number……

Xia Liang scratched her hair.  So only Bei Yan Da Da could initiate contact with her?  But it was impossible that he would call her no matter what.

Probably heaven had heard Xia Liang’s request.  Or maybe her mind could perform telepathy.  Xia Liang’s cell vibrated in her pocket the next second.  She looked around the cla.s.sroom and noticed that everybody was already relaxed and waiting for the cla.s.s to be dismissed.  She shamelessly pulled out her cell from pocket.

【Do you have cla.s.s in the afternoon？I will take you to a place.  Let’s eat lunch together。——206-x.x.x-x.x.xx】

Xia Liang blinked her eyes.  She hadn’t responded yet to this strange number and was just about to write it off as someone texting the wrong number.  By then the next text message had already arrived.

【I am Song Qiyan。——206-x.x.x-x.x.xx】

She didn’t know how to respond.