Rebirth in a Shura Field, but in an Abstract Version

056 Senior Sister or Senior Brother

Wang Zhe and the girl were standing face to face, very close to each other.

He seemed to be saying something, and the girl was staring intently at him. The surrounding sunlight seemed even brighter.

"That's probably Wang Zhe's girlfriend," Fang Gang said confidently, stroking his chin. "Tsk tsk tsk, she looks quite pretty and has a good presence from afar. Old Wang, you're really hiding your true colors."

Wei Jing pushed up his glasses, his eyes filled with suspicion and a hint of jealousy: "This can't be true, right? He just reported for duty today, only a few hours ago, and he already has a girlfriend? That's terrifyingly fast!"

"Tch, you think everyone's like you, only good at playing around?" Fang Gang joked. "Looks like Old Wang will be the first in our dorm to lose his virginity."

At this moment, Luo Yueshi, who had been silent until now, weakly interjected, "Well... it's possible she's just a regular friend or classmate we just met, right? She might not be my girlfriend."

In his naive worldview, dating right after starting college was a bit too advanced.

Fang Gang turned to Luo Yueshi, giving him a look that said, "You're still too young," and said earnestly, "Luo, you just lack experience. Look at the way that girl talks to Wang Zhe, her eyes, her body language—it's obvious she likes him! Would ordinary friends smile so sweetly? Would they stand so close?"

Luo Yueshi was speechless and could only nod as if he understood.

Sunlight dappled through the shade of the trees downstairs.

That scene was indeed so beautiful that it inspired longing.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After a while, the dormitory door was pushed open.

Wang Zhe returned carrying a kettle of hot water.

The moment he stepped inside, he sensed something was off. Three pairs of eyes were fixed on him, their gazes filled with scrutiny, gossip, and a hint of…admiration?

Wang Zhe put down the kettle: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"Your face isn't covered in flowers, but there are downstairs," Fang Gang chuckled, leaning closer. "Tell me honestly, wasn't that beautiful woman in the white dress downstairs your girlfriend?"

Wei Jing chimed in, "That's right, we all saw it from the balcony! Who is that? How come they're already hooking up right after the start of the semester?"

Wang Zhe was slightly taken aback, then found it somewhat amusing, but said frankly, "You all saw it? You have good eyesight. But you guessed wrong, that's not my girlfriend. She's just a good friend I've known before."

"You knew each other before?" Fang Gang asked in surprise. "And what a coincidence, you even got into the same school?"

"It's not just one school." Wang Zhe nodded, casually dropping a bombshell, "It's the same college, the same major, the same class."

"Holy crap?!"

Wei Jing immediately pounded his chest and stamped his feet, looking utterly disappointed: "The same class?! Such a great opportunity, it's like God has dumped food on your lips! Don't you understand the saying 'the closer you are, the better'? Maybe it won't be long before you lose your virginity!"

Such blunt words left Luo Yueshi, who was standing nearby, dumbfounded. Are all students from Shanghai and Hong Kong this outspoken?

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Faced with his roommates' urging, Wang Zhe simply shook his head, a helpless smile playing on his lips: "You guys shouldn't get involved in this. It's too complicated."

Complex?

Fang Gang and Wei Jing exchanged a glance, their eyes suddenly filled with a deeper meaning.

It seems that there are more than just ordinary stories hidden among so-called good friends!

Wang Zhe took out his phone and looked at it: "Alright, alright, stop gossiping. It's almost six o'clock, the cafeteria should have just opened. Let's go grab a bite, then we can head to the class meeting. Let's not be late on the first day."

The three of them didn't press the matter further, since there would be plenty of time to talk about it later.

The four of them headed straight for the cafeteria.

The canteens at Shanghai University of Hong Kong are quite large and offer a wide variety of dishes.

The four of them got their food and found a seat by the window.

Not long after they sat down, Wei Jing suddenly nudged Fang Gang next to him with his elbow and whispered, "Hey, look over there..."

Fang Gang followed his gaze.

Then, a person walked over to the next table, carried a tray, and sat down.

The man was wearing a loose black shirt, cargo pants, and Doc Martens boots. He had a hairstyle reminiscent of Hong Kong and Taiwanese male celebrities, with striking, deep-set features, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes—he was almost too handsome.

"Holy crap..." Fang Gang exclaimed softly, "This guy is really handsome! He's got a bit of Edison Chen vibes."

Wei Jing squinted and examined it carefully, then shook his head: "No. Look at that neck, no Adam's apple. And judging by the smoothness of her skin, it should be a woman, right? That's right, it should be a tomboyish girl."

"A girl?" Luo Yueshi also glanced at her furtively and whispered, "But... she really looks like a boy. That hairstyle, it's just like the male lead in an idol drama. Why would a girl have a hairstyle like that?"

"What do you know?" Wei Jing argued, "Takeshi Kaneshiro is rugged and has more masculinity. But this guy's facial features are much softer. Although he's handsome, he doesn't have that masculine aura. And look at his hands, long and slender fingers, they're obviously a woman's hands. Definitely a woman's!"

Fang Gang scoffed, "Come on, you're just obsessed with women. You see everyone as a woman. If someone this handsome were a woman, how would any of us men be able to live?"

"Why not? Don't you know androgynous style is in fashion now...?"

The two were about to start arguing again about whether it was a handsome man or a beautiful woman, and their voices were getting louder and louder.

"Shh-"

Wang Zhe suddenly raised his finger, making a shushing gesture, interrupting their argument.

"Keep your voices down. If you keep making noise, the senior student will hear you."

The three roommates were stunned for a moment and fell silent instantly.

Fang Gang lowered his voice, looking at Wang Zhe with disbelief: "Senior? How do you know it's a senior? You also think it's a girl?"

Wei Jing also asked, "Yes, how did you know? Do you know them?"

Wang Zhe smiled slightly, picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth without explanation.

Of course he knew.

In her previous life, she was a prominent figure at the Shanghai-Hong Kong University. A third-year architecture student named Zhu Qi.

Not only is she highly skilled in her profession and comes from a wealthy family, but she also has a large following at school due to her handsome face, which surpasses even the school's most popular guy, and her unique androgynous style. It's said that she has several times more female admirers than male admirers.

Moreover, this senior student, Zhu, will be their direct senior in the future, and they will have a lot of interaction with her in some course design or club activities.

"Just eat your food. Whether you guessed right or wrong, what does it have to do with us now?" Wang Zhe smiled.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.