Chapter 26: Buy a Bouquet for Your Sister, Brother

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At that moment, Little Bu popped up again. “Host, I just checked— the university you’re attending is headed by the father of that sly man! No wonder he could say whatever he wanted about which faculty you want to transfer into!”

“So, Brother Yuan’s family must be very powerful, far more influential than Uncle Xiao,” Sang Fuying reconsidered Yuan Feiye.

“This can be verified on the Star Network. Yuan Feiye’s family indeed holds great power, but this is the Ninth Star, where local families are all immensely influential. The Sang family, where your uncle belongs, is strong as well, but compared to Yuan Feiye’s, it pales in comparison. After all, he’s part of the imperial clan; his grandfather is a duke, and an empress of one of the federated empires is his aunt.”

Little Bu casually flipped through the Star Network data. “Though, he’s not very popular. Despite his good looks, those who dislike him outnumber his admirers by more than tenfold.”

“I think I know why— because he sacrificed the lives of an entire planet’s people to make the empire’s troops withdraw, right?” Sang Fuying recalled what Moer had told her.

“That’s right. A person who resolutely defends imperial interests but is selfish— it’s normal that people don’t like him.” Little Bu expressed his own dislike for Yuan Feiye.

Sang Fuying didn’t respond. She didn’t know the full story and couldn’t rashly judge whether Yuan Feiye was good or bad, but it was true that he had helped her.

She answered Yuan Feiye, “I think I’ll pass on transferring faculties. I want to first see if I can learn here.”

She believed that her uncle must have had his reasons for choosing this school. Every time she recalled how worried he looked when he saw her report card, she felt ashamed and didn’t want to disappoint his expectations.

“Alright. Don’t force yourself if it’s too difficult. By the way, you’re in the same class as that precious ‘Golden Nugget’ from the Lesterlin family, right? Are you two close?”

He was reluctant to think along the lines Sang Yao suggested, but since she didn’t want to transfer faculties, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was to continue being classmates with Moer.

“We’ve only known each other a few days. We’re okay. He has no other classmates talking to him, and neither do I. We chat sometimes, and today we exchanged contact info,” Sang Fuying answered honestly.

“You just added each other today? Did you initiate, or was it him?”

“He initiated.” She didn’t mention Moer giving her chocolate and helping her with problems.

Sang Fuying worried Yuan Feiye might ask why she had been at the Lesterlin family estate that day—a scene still somewhat embarrassing to recall.

If he asked, she wouldn’t be able to explain; after all, she had no memories of the original owner.

Fortunately, Yuan Feiye didn’t press with any difficult questions, only saying, “If you’re looking for a male companion, be cautious. That guy isn’t a good person.”

His words sounded familiar to Sang Fuying.

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She remembered— it was yesterday when Yuan Feiye escorted her to school and they met Moer, who told her the same thing: Yuan Feiye wasn’t a good person.

Both of them thought the other was not to be trusted.

Two more days passed. On Friday evening, there was a routine meeting at the base. Yuan Feiye couldn’t postpone it, so Sang Fuying had to go home alone.

There was only one class Friday afternoon, so school ended early. She planned to study in the library a bit before heading home and coincidentally, Moer went to the library too.

Moer took a book on classical Chinese and politely sat next to Sang Fuying.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” he asked quietly and courteously.

“Feel free.”

After nearly a week of interaction, Sang Fuying didn’t mind him.

He carefully unfurled a yellowed scroll— it was the “Spring and Autumn Annals.”

The book was bilingual, half in interstellar script, half in Chinese characters.

Three thousand years had passed since humanity’s time on Earth. This world had unified a new language and script; Earth’s many languages had become history.

Sang Fuying recalled her high school Chinese teacher saying that the “Spring and Autumn Annals” was a representative Confucian work, and anyone who could truly read it was very refined.

She noticed many translations from Chinese characters into interstellar script on the book had errors.

But since the entire text was classical Chinese, she mostly couldn’t understand the content.

“Are you interested in ancient texts?” she asked curiously when Moer brought out another book, “Erya.”

“Not really, just trying to learn something different,” Moer answered seriously, hiding the fact that he was reading these books just to spend time with her.

He flipped quickly and the page turned to the chapter on “Shitian.”

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Sang Fuying glanced over and pointed with the end of her pen to one character. “Xia is the elder Ying— the character Ying in Teacher Zhou’s name, if translated into ancient Chinese characters, should be this one, right?”

“Yes, that’s the Ying,” came a gentle, soothing male voice like wind rustling through bamboo.

Sang Fuying looked up to see a man with silver-rimmed glasses and a perfectly modeled face on the duty desk not far away. He gave her a faint smile. A small reddish mole on his nose made his face both innocent and charming.

He wore a clean white shirt with an ID badge around his neck. He had just come to the library’s ancient texts section for a shift change and overheard their quiet conversation.

She knew about ancient texts and Chinese characters.

It made sense— people extremely insensitive to numbers often have talents in other areas.

“Hello, Teacher Zhou,” Sang Fuying greeted proactively.

Moer politely followed suit.

“Hello, you two. I’m on duty until nine tonight. Feel free to ask me if you have any questions about your studies,” Zhou Ying smiled warmly, his eyes curved into crescent moons, giving off a vague, dreamy aura.

Moer didn’t give Sang Fuying a chance to consult Zhou Ying. Whenever he noticed she didn’t understand something, he immediately stepped in to teach her.

Zhou Ying lazily propped up his chin at the duty desk, watching the young boy and girl sitting side by side with interest. He wondered whether he should tell Sang Yao.

Perhaps better to find a private moment to say something— let Sang Yao keep an eye on things.

Dating a normal person would be one thing, but dating a dangerous and abnormal male was not good.

As night fell, Sang Fuying and Moer left the library together.

At the school gate, several small vendors were present. A boy carrying a large basket of roses approached Moer and quietly tugged on the hem of his jacket.

“Buy a bouquet for Sister, big brother. She’ll definitely be very happy.”