Reborn: I'll Never Fail My Childhood Sweetheart Again

Chapter 621 - 228: Yan Qiuwen Is the Real "Bro" (Part 4)

It’s rare to find a guy with the intelligence to match Yan Qiuwen, and with quite some achievements too. The dean’s wife had a bit of matchmaking intentions, so every time Su Zelin mentioned he was coming over, the dean’s wife would immediately call Yan Qiuwen, inviting her over for dinner or something.

After these "coincidences" happened twice, Yan Qiuwen naturally understood her aunt’s intentions, but she didn’t take it to heart.

She wasn’t trying to poach her roommate’s guy, she just purely wanted to find someone "like her."

Chatting with others felt off, even with her own roommates who were top students at Zhejiang University; it still felt quite lackluster. To put it bluntly, they were not on the same wavelength, very dull, so Yan Qiuwen rarely participated in the other girls’ topics in the dormitory.

But from a psychological perspective, humans are high-intelligence beings that need communication. Even shut-ins can’t be silent all day; they are just quiet in real life. They actually communicate with others in other ways, such as social media, games, and forums.

Simply put, humans always long for companions who understand them, whether in reality or online social settings.

Even things that shut-ins can achieve are a luxury for Yan Qiuwen. People who can understand her are extremely few, especially among her peers. To be precise, there’s only one, Su Zelin.

Without a doubt, the loafer is her "kindred spirit."

In some respects, Yan Qiuwen and Su Zelin are a pair of "bosom buddies," knowing each other’s character well, just like Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuixue.

As for Lu Haoran, he just hit it off with the loafer; in fact, there are many things about Su Zelin’s thoughts he doesn’t grasp, and Su Zelin doesn’t bother to explain it to him.

No choice, the honest man is too naive; even if you tell him some things, he might not understand.

Dinner wasn’t ready yet, so Yan Qiuwen also sat by the coffee table.

Su Zelin poured her a cup of tea.

When visiting Zhou Fuliang’s house, he usually prepared the Kung Fu tea.

As a junior, he couldn’t possibly let the dean make tea for him; that would be too impolite.

"Let me try."

Yan Qiuwen pointed at the teapot in the loafer’s hand.

"Uh, okay."

Su Zelin was slightly stunned but handed over the teapot.

Yan Qiuwen actually wanted to make Kung Fu tea; did the sun rise from the west today?

Zhou Fuliang was also a bit surprised.

He knew his niece didn’t have many interests, mainly focusing on psychology and philosophy.

It seems she’s influenced by Xiaosu.

For her first try at making Kung Fu tea, surprisingly, Yan Qiuwen was not unfamiliar with it. After having tea a few times with the two of them, she observed Su Zelin’s technique and details, and she actually managed to do it quite decently, producing a fragrant and mellow tea that was around ninety percent done correctly.

It made Zhou Fuliang sigh with emotion, geniuses indeed are different from ordinary people; they learn extraordinarily fast, even being able to teach themselves without instruction.

"Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration." This saying is used to fool ordinary people.

Dean Zhou knew that an ordinary person, no matter how hard they worked, their achievements could only be limited.

Throughout history, those who achieved great things were either geniuses themselves or had geniuses by their side to assist greatly.

Because that ninety-nine percent perspiration, could be achieved by anyone diligent enough, which isn’t rare, but the one percent inspiration is a divine gift, irreplaceable by hard work!

"Hey, Qiuwen, your Kung Fu tea is pretty good, is it your first time?"

Su Zelin gave her a thumbs up, complimenting her.

The level is indeed impressive, comparable to many old tea enthusiasts.

He himself watched his father drink Kung Fu tea a lot and then volunteered once, subsequently amazing his father, receiving much praise as well.

"Yes!"

Yan Qiuwen nodded.

At this moment, the dean’s wife came out of the kitchen, and seeing Yan Qiuwen making tea, she had a similar reaction as her husband.

"Qiuwen has also learned to make Kung Fu tea, well, I must have a cup!"

"Aunt, this is for you!"

Yan Qiuwen poured a cup for the dean’s wife as well.

"Oh, this flavor, I think there’s no difference from your uncle’s tea!"

That wasn’t said as flattery.

Although the dean’s wife doesn’t particularly like tea, with a husband who is crazy about tea, following his habit she drank a lot, hence she has some taste in it.

If the skill was really too poor, she could tell.

Zhou Fuliang was instantly hit hard.

Feeling as though decades spent immersed in tea culture were in vain.

One Siu Zelin surpassed the original, while an inexperienced niece made tea indistinguishable from his wife’s perception.

How do you even explain this?

After dinner at Dean Zhou’s house, Su Zelin and Yan Qiuwen said their goodbyes together.

As soon as they walked out, the dean’s wife couldn’t help but pull at her husband and said, "Fuliang, I really didn’t expect even that Qiuwen girl to be interested in Kung Fu tea. Xiaosu truly influences her a lot!"

She felt that matchmaking Yan Qiuwen and Su Zelin was a right choice.

"There is an influence."

Zhou Fuliang had to admit this point.

"Speaking of which, Qiuwen and Xiaosu are quite compatible as well. Both of them are extremely smart, just like Qiuwen’s parents. Xiaosu’s status is also worthy of Qiuwen."

The dean’s wife said with a smile.

"Don’t hastily tie red strings, Xiaosu already has a girlfriend."

Zhou Fuliang shook his head.

As a principal, he also kept an eye on the Zhejiang University BBS.

Qin Shiqing is one of the campus celebrities, and also his niece’s roommate. Dean Zhou had heard about her rumored boyfriend, who turned out to be Su Zelin after confirming with Yan Qiuwen, which wasn’t wrong.

"So what if he has a girlfriend, aren’t there many pairs during university who break up after graduation?"

The dean’s wife was indifferent.

"That’s true..."

Zhou Fuliang nodded slightly.

His wife’s words made some sense.

In any case, let nature take its course.

Even if there is fate but no relationship, it’s still good for Qiuwen to have a friend to talk to.

Otherwise, she’d be too lonely.

Even in a campus environment like Zhejiang University, compared to the other top students around her, she still stood out like a crane among chickens, being overly unique.

It’s hard for a swan and a chicken to have a common language.

On the other side, going down the stairs, Su Zelin half-joked, "Qiuwen, how come every time I’m at Dean Zhou’s house, I always seem to run into you? It seems like you have a great relationship with your uncle, do you drop by for meals every other day?"

"Occasionally!"

Yan Qiuwen responded ambiguously.

Every other day is too much, once a week is more accurate, the chances of running into each other aren’t that high.

She didn’t tell Su Zelin it was her aunt’s idea, otherwise the loafer would definitely realize that the dean’s wife was deliberately matchmaking them, making their interactions more awkward.

This guy’s soap opera with Qin Shiqing, I’m not getting involved, being an audience is enough.

As they spoke, they reached the bottom of the faculty dormitory building, where the Santana 2000 was parked not far away.

"Let me give you a ride!"

Su Zelin offered proactively.

Every time he ran into Yan Qiuwen at Zhou Fuliang’s house, he would give her a ride as well.

"Okay!"

Yan Qiuwen did not refuse.

It was her first time in this Santana 2000.

However, she wasn’t too surprised that Su Zelin had changed cars.

After all, his status at New Era was different from before, so changing a company car was normal.

She fastened her seatbelt and subconsciously twitched her nose.

The car’s changed, but the familiar smell lingers.

The young girl furrowed her brows and pouted.

Jerk!

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