"You can arrange a chat with a professor," he said.
"Do you want to talk?"
"No..." Jiang Nian was awkwardly silent, fearing Li Qingrong might really arrange a meeting with a professor, which would be pointless.
"Actually, it's not that great," Li Qingrong said, "Do you know about the electronic door locks in the dormitory?"
"Yeah, I know."
"They used to have a big iron chain. But around the millennium, someone suggested replacing them, so they gradually installed electronic locks."
"Oh, I see." Jiang Nian was at a loss, not understanding why Qingqing suddenly mentioned this.
Li Qingrong turned around, ignoring the crowd around them. She stepped forward, hugged him gently.
"Everything is getting better, no need to rush, take it slow."
"Hmm."
Jiang Nian hugged Li Qingrong back and was about to say something, but she pinched his waist.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, let's go eat." Li Qingrong took his hand, leading him towards a place that seemed to have food.
