Chapter 38 - Deeply In Love With You [Quick Transmigration]

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Chapter 38: A Date (3)

 

 

Lin Heng's fingertips trembled slightly. He forced his gaze toward the big screen, but his thoughts were utterly adrift.

 

They had just kissed—in front of everyone.

 

Even if no one had seen it, the boldness of the act—and the flawless timing—left him shaken.

 

Laughter once again rippled through the theater, but Lin Heng was busy bowing his head, trying to calm his racing heart, pounding louder than the battlefield scenes on the screen.

 

And when he glanced sideways, he saw the very instigator of his turmoil sitting properly, looking perfectly composed—as if it hadn't been him who had just kissed Lin Heng moments ago.

 

Even 1314 couldn't focus on the movie anymore. It felt like it had become an unwitting accomplice to its host's public display of affection—and the only audience member who noticed.

 

Are all the theory-types this dangerous nowadays? Not only do they know how to apply what they learn, but they even know how to innovate.

 

When the movie ended and the lights came back on, people began trickling out. Lin Heng remained seated, head bowed, while Zong Que quietly waited beside him.

 

It wasn't until the crowd had mostly dispersed and the staff began urging them out that Lin Heng finally lifted his flushed face and looked at Zong Que.

 

"You're really bold," he muttered. "Weren't you afraid the screen would suddenly light up and everyone would see?"

 

"I knew the timing," Zong Que said simply, rising to his feet and giving a slight tug on Lin Heng's hand. "Come on, let's go."

 

Lin Heng glanced down at the hair tie connecting them, and followed, murmuring under his breath, "What timing?"

 

"The projector malfunction would take at least two minutes to fix," Zong Que replied.

 

1314 quickly nodded in agreement—there would be no margin of error in its assessment.

 

"And what if it was a power outage?" Lin Heng challenged, as they walked out of the screening hall. He took deep, steadying breaths, trying to cool his burning face before anyone could notice.

 

"This theater has its own generator," Zong Que said. "The emergency lights in the corridor were still on."

 

"You notice everything, don't you?" Lin Heng didn't know whether to be embarrassed or exasperated, but his wildly beating heart betrayed the fierce excitement and joy blooming within him.

 

It was late; few people lingered outside now. The only way down was through the cinema's private elevator, as the mall entrance had already closed.

 

There was a crowd by the elevator, so Lin Heng stopped a little ways off, letting the warm night breeze cool him.

 

"Are you going home after this?" he asked.

 

They'd eaten, strolled around, watched a movie—and experienced something Lin Heng hadn't even dared to hope for. Yet he still found himself reluctant to part.

 

"Do you have anything else you want to do?" Zong Que asked.

 

Lin Heng let out a quiet sigh. "No... Don't you want to spend a little more time with me?"

 

"There are mosquitoes out here," Zong Que said. He reached out and gave Lin Heng's chin a gentle swat, revealing a tiny mosquito in his palm. Then he turned and headed inside. "I'm going to wash my hands."

 

Lin Heng quickly followed, a smile tugging at his lips despite his earlier frustration. He watched as Zong Que rinsed his hands at the sink.

 

"Even the mosquitoes take the elevator now," Lin Heng teased, "and they find their way precisely to every floor."

 

Zong Que dried his hands with a paper towel and looked down at the hair tie still linking them. "Do you want to untie it?"

 

"Let's wait until we reach the subway," Lin Heng said.

 

"Alright," Zong Que replied, letting the conversation drop as they headed out together.

 

By now, the elevator lobby had emptied out. The mall's main entrance was locked, but colorful holiday lights—left over from some recent celebration—still twinkled in the trees, casting a gentle glow over the path leading to the subway station.

 

The hair tie brushed lightly against the backs of their hands, but neither of them spoke. Lin Heng cautiously brushed his fingertips against Zong Que's hand, and when he felt it being held firmly, he smiled and said,

"Zong Que, let's keep a voice call open when we get home, okay?"

 

"Wearing headphones for too long isn't good for your ears," Zong Que answered.

 

"We don't have to talk," Lin Heng said, laughing softly. "We can mute the call and just leave the phones by our pillows."

 

Zong Que could understand keeping a call open while practicing piano during the day—but overnight while sleeping? Still, if it was muted, even the sound of breathing wouldn't come through.

 

"Isn't that too much radiation if it's too close?" he asked.

 

"Then we'll keep them a little farther apart," Lin Heng said, giving his hand a playful shake and softening his voice. "Let's do it, hmm?"

 

"Mm," Zong Que replied.

 

Lin Heng broke into a broad smile and tugged his hand forward.

"Tomorrow, come with me to buy a new laptop, okay?"

 

"Alright," Zong Que said.

 

"When school starts, my parents want to buy an apartment near campus," Lin Heng continued, looking over at him. "They said I should pick it out and get familiar with the area. Will you come with me?"

 

"Of course," Zong Que said. "I'll talk to Grandma about it."

 

"Mm." Lin Heng squeezed his hand tightly.

 

The night road was long, but still, it eventually came to an end.

At the subway entrance, Lin Heng reluctantly withdrew his hand, unfastened the hair tie, and slipped it back onto his wrist.

 

"Take care getting home," he said.

 

"You too," Zong Que replied.

 

...

 

The summer vacation passed in the song of cicadas. By the end of August, Zong Que and Lin Heng boarded a plane bound for S City.

 

The flight hadn't taken off yet; many passengers were still stowing their luggage. Nearby, an elderly voice was heard over the phone, full of care and worry: "Call me once you land, let me know you're safe."

 

"Alright," Zong Que promised. "I will."

 

"Take good care of each other, you and Hengheng. And don't argue or fight," Grandma reminded, listing out all the things she could think of.

 

Lin Heng, overhearing this, leaned closer and said cheerfully, "Don't worry, Grandma. Zong Que has a really good temper."

 

"Good, good. Now, turn off your phones," she urged. "And don't go fiddling around with things on the plane!"

 

"Mm," Zong Que responded.

 

Once the call ended, he turned off his phone. Lin Heng did the same, saying, "Don't worry, my mom will make sure Grandma gets home safe."

 

If he were traveling to S City alone, both families would have been worried. But since they were together, their parents' worries had been laid completely to rest.

 

"Thank you," Zong Que said.

 

"No need to thank me." Lin Heng hesitated for a moment, then said, "But… let's wait a little before telling Grandma about us."

 

Given her age, sudden news like that might be too much for her.

 

"Mm," Zong Que agreed.

 

Yes, it would be better to wait a while longer—certainly not now.

 

...

 

S City was dazzling—far busier than C City, a true first-tier metropolis. Property prices here were astronomical, especially for school district housing around S University, with prices comparable to Lin Heng's family villa. Even Lin Heng felt a rare moment of hesitation.

 

"Is buying a place mainly for investment?" Zong Que asked.

 

"Partly," Lin Heng said, browsing through property listings. "But don't you want a place of our own?"

 

"The school dorms have everything we need," Zong Que replied.

 

S University's facilities were excellent: four-person rooms with air-conditioning in the summer and heating in the winter.

 

Lin Heng watched him, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "But if you live in the dorms… we won't get to stay together."

 

"Graduate students can apply for double rooms," Zong Que said.

 

Postgraduate dormitories allowed students to apply for cross-major cohabitation.

 

"But that'll be years away," Lin Heng murmured, his voice so soft it was barely above a whisper. "Don't you want me?"

 

Even in the quiet of the hotel room, his words floated through the air like a feather.

 

Zong Que looked at the faint blush creeping up Lin Heng's cheeks and replied calmly, "Even if we live together, we shouldn't do that sort of thing before marriage."

 

Lin Heng snapped his head up in disbelief, momentarily lost for words. "Wha… Where did you come from, a monastery?"

 

He was a young man in his prime, with a loving boyfriend. They weren't messing around—this was a serious relationship, already recognized and accepted by his family. Under normal circumstances, intimacy would have been natural. Yet here was his boyfriend, talking about waiting until marriage.

 

Was he too liberal, or was Zong Que just too responsible?

 

"You seem a little upset," Zong Que observed.

 

"I'm not," Lin Heng muttered, pulling out his phone to check the legal marriage age—and sure enough, it would be at least after graduation. He let out a soft sigh. "I'll call my parents. Let's hold off on buying a place for now."

 

"Alright," Zong Que agreed.

 

Lin Heng stared at him for a long moment before exhaling again. He felt like a cat staring at a piece of delicious meat—able to see it, smell it, and even touch it, but never allowed a bite.

 

But it was just self-restraint. If needed, they could endure it together.

 

[I think the little top student looks a bit pitiful,] 1314 commented. [Actually, Host, you don't have to wait until marriage—just as long as you take responsibility.]

 

[As long as we haven't crossed that line, he still has a chance to change his mind,] Zong Que replied calmly.

 

The love between two young souls was earnest and burning, but it was also filled with impulsiveness. Once their bodies were bound together, any second thoughts would be a lifelong scar for Lin Heng.

 

1314 didn't argue back, but deep down, it felt that the little honor student didn't need such a cautious chance.

 

Since the plan to buy a house was scrapped, the two instead enjoyed a few carefree days exploring S City. By the time the semester started, every college on campus was bustling with new student activities.

 

S University was one of the most prestigious schools in the country, drawing in the brightest minds from across the nation. Nearly every student there boasted their own impressive awards, and even Lin Heng felt a growing pressure after mingling with them.

 

After the initial stage of getting acquainted, the entire campus seemed to sink into a sea of focused study and exchange. The vast library was packed every single day, not a single seat left vacant.

 

Zong Que's major was intense. His program had only a dozen students, but the workload was tremendous. Every time he emerged from an anatomy class, the scent of disinfectants and chemicals clung to him.

 

"Are you managing okay with the coursework?" Lin Heng asked, sitting across from him.

 

Since the start of term, new classes and new acquaintances filled their schedules, and their chances to meet had significantly decreased.

 

At this point, Lin Heng couldn't help much with his studies anymore.

 

"It's fine," Zong Que said, glancing at the plates between them. "All vegetarian?"

 

"They say first-year med students can't stand meat after beginning dissections," Lin Heng said, imagining the scenes and finding it understandable.

 

"Thanks," Zong Que said, lowering his head to eat. He wasn't particularly sensitive to it. "How about you?"

 

"I've pretty much met everyone I needed to. I can finally relax a bit," Lin Heng smiled. "Want to go to the library together this weekend?"

 

"Sure." Zong Que paused his chopsticks and asked, "Want to go running together in the mornings?"

 

"What time?" Lin Heng asked.

 

"Six-thirty," Zong Que said. "I'll come find you."

 

"Alright," Lin Heng laughed. "I'm not planning on joining any clubs. Want to use that extra time to get a driver's license together?"

 

"Mm." Zong Que's workload was already heavy, and he had little time to spare for extracurriculars. After a moment's thought, he said, "There are a few clean, cozy bars on the south side of campus."

 

Those places were popular among students for dates.

 

"I don't have class after the second period today. I'll accompany you to class, and afterwards, let's grab something at one of those bars," Lin Heng said with a smile.

 

Zong Que looked at him and said, "This afternoon is a practical session."

 

Lin Heng couldn't help but cough lightly. "Then you can go by yourself."

 

Zong Que, seeing the look of near escape on his face, said calmly, "It's just frog dissection."

 

"Mm, and what am I supposed to do? Be the frog?" Lin Heng stared at him, feeling that instead of an explanation, he was being deliberately scared.

 

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