The Crematorium While Chasing an Alpha Was Intercepted by a Flirtatious Omega Senior Sister [Rebirth] 9

Chapter 9:

A guest in dreams and in reality. After Yan Qinghe woke up, her gaze toward the spot where Mu Sixue had been sitting always felt a bit off.

The thick stack of over thirty pages of thesis was neatly arranged, with professional terms and citations marked, elegant phrases lined up, and authentic use of the local language.

She looked around. The person had already left, leaving only a few wisps of the clear scent of truffle and white tea.

It lingered in the air. She lowered her head and sniffed her arm, feeling as if Mu Sixue’s fragrance still clung to her.

She couldn’t quite smell it, yet it seemed to be there.

This scent, it was as if it had been carried out of the dream after she had held Mu Sixue in her arms.

Faint and very pleasant. Yan Qinghe patted her cheeks, her eyes clearing up. She picked up the thesis on the desk and began to flip through it.

The key points marked in red were suggestions for her to memorize, topics the professors might ask about.

Mm, Senior is quite thoughtful…

Her fingers paused, pressing down on the hand that was reaching for her phone. Senior must have had something to do and left.

It was just a dream. Calling her now would make it seem like she had ulterior motives.

She pursed her lips and decided against it.
I’ve been helped by Mu Sixue so many times, I don’t even know how to repay her… she thought to herself.

Let’s start by passing the thesis defense. I can’t let down Mu Sixue’s efforts to help me.

Yan Qinghe was someone who refused to admit defeat since she was a child. Although she was called a good-for-nothing by Yan Manxing, she had inherited her mother’s fighting spirit that grew stronger with each setback.

In her childhood, Xi Zhaowan was busy, and Yan Manxing didn’t care. Any other child from a prominent family would have long been carousing with profligates and socialites.

Running wild on the path to ruin.

Yan Qinghe’s grades had always been poor, but she was very smart. Coupled with her sincere and pure nature, although she occasionally joined gatherings of the children of prominent families out of boredom, she could always reflect and self-correct in the end.

She was handsome and pretty, with a first-class, perfectly deceptive appearance.
Over the years, omegas expressing their interest had come in waves, and alphas and betas confessing their love were as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river.

Rejecting one only brought on more.

It was truly rare for her to maintain her integrity.

After meeting Ji Qianqian, she had even reined in the fierce and combative genes in her bones and rarely got into fights.

The hardships in business and love in her past life had made her much more mature and steady.

They say dreams are the opposite of reality. Perhaps because she had already released her tension once in the dream, when it came to the actual thesis defense, Yan Qinghe stood with her back straight, her eyes shining brightly. No matter what the professors asked, she answered fluently.

After it was over.

“Amazing!” A group of boys and girls in the audience stood up to express their astonishment.

It was because Yan Qinghe had actually memorized the entire thesis. She could pick up wherever the professor pointed.

Although she had written it herself, it was full of professional terminology, so it would have been normal to stumble. Very few at UE could recite such a thick thesis.

Yan Qinghe heard a soft clapping sound from behind the sea of people, reaching her ears. Then, it triggered a wave of applause, rustling and continuous.

Yan Qinghe looked up, her gaze passing through rows and rows of the surging crowd, and met Mu Sixue’s shimmering eyes.

Her red lips curved slightly, her delicate jawline lifting in an appreciative arc.

Fifty percent praise, fifty percent encouragement.

When did Senior come to watch her thesis defense?

Yan Qinghe’s gaze paused. When she looked up again, the other’s graceful figure had disappeared.

Before the graduation banquet, each department organized its own special program, and the finance department was no exception. The program mixed modern song and dance with classical opera, creating a modernistic feel with a retro twist.

The people in the department went back and forth with their choices, and in the end, it fell on the pretty Yan Qinghe. She was to play the poet Dickinson, who was unknown in her lifetime but became famous after her death.

Dickinson was nicknamed the “Recluse Goddess.” She rarely left her house her entire life, never married, and spent her years pacing within the few steps of her castle garden.

After her death, people wondered where the intense emotions in her poems came from.

Later, from the content of her correspondence with her sister-in-law, Su, they found traces of their love affair. With some historical embellishment, it was adapted into the opera “Dickinson.”

The sister-in-law, Su, did not love Dickinson’s brother. Her parents had died early, leaving her an orphan. She and Dickinson were childhood friends, intimate confidantes who could share any secret under the covers.

At that time, women’s writing was not recognized. Only she appreciated Dickinson’s talent. She was secretly in love with Dickinson but painfully suppressed her feelings.

Before the wedding, Dickinson realized her feelings for Su were different. She asked with a trembling voice, “Su, will you move to the town of Dema with my brother and leave here?”

“Do you want me to leave?” Su asked with anticipation.

“Don’t marry my brother,” Dickinson said angrily, clutching Su’s hand tightly, as if afraid she would leave her at any moment.

“Why? Your brother loves me very much, and you know I have no family.”

In the mid-to-late century, women were not allowed to enter men’s universities to study mathematics or literature. The only major event in their lives was to dress themselves up and find a good husband.

The Dickinson family had status. She was afraid Su was like other ordinary women. With her brother in the picture, what would their relationship be?

Seeing her brother embrace Su, she jealously tore up the poem in her hand and, without a word, dragged Su from her brother’s side to the large banyan tree in the back garden.

The green canopy cast their figures in and out of shadow, making them appear indistinct and distant.

Dickinson suddenly hugged Su tightly and bit her lip. “Am I not your family?”

“You are! But family and a lover are different. I ultimately belong to your brother. I can only hug and kiss your brother,” Su said, staring straight at her flushed, beautiful face, deliberately provoking Dickinson.

With a swoosh, her skirt swirled like the wind. Dickinson pulled Su into her arms and kissed her on the lips.

Su closed her eyelashes, a triumphant smile playing on her lips, and wrapped her arms around her neck, deepening the kiss.

A kissing scene? Yan Qinghe held the script and flipped to the back. Her brows furrowed tighter and tighter. This A-Country is too open. There was even a bed scene between Dickinson and her sister-in-law, Su.

Like a clandestine affair, after getting out of Su’s bed, she had to improvise a recitation of Dickinson’s “Wild Nights,” her cheek in her hand, gazing at the night sky, praising Su’s skills in a roundabout way.

She was about to refuse, her initial thought of using this opportunity to break into the UE social circle fading.

If it weren’t for the head of the rehearsal group, John, a senior studying drama and directing arts who was known as a genius, repeatedly emphasizing that the kissing and bed scenes would all be faked with camera angles, Yan Qinghe would have flatly refused.

This opera would not only be performed at the department’s graduation ceremony, but John also wanted to film it as his graduation project to submit to the International Theatre Lion Center for judging. Therefore, it was very important to him.

Oh well, I’ll just think of it as a memento before graduation, a way to get my face known in the UE circle.

With intense rehearsals, a script an inch thick, Yan Qinghe and the girl playing Su acted and memorized their lines, gradually getting a feel for it.

On the last day of rehearsal, however, someone went on strike. It turned out that before the opera, there was a very cool musical ensemble: saxophone, guitar, piano, drums…

The drummer’s family member had fallen ill, and he had rushed to Texas overnight, disappearing without a trace.

What were they to do? The drummers at UE were all just playing for fun. To play a dense, orderly rhythm that had to coordinate with other instruments, who could do that?

The temporarily formed opera troupe was somewhat disappointed, and the crowd began to disperse. John’s lips twisted into a bitter smile, but he didn’t stop them.

Yan Qinghe was also a bit frustrated. She had memorized her lines perfectly, only to be stood up by the team.

But where could they find a competent drummer?

That day, the dark clouds on John’s face were replaced by a smile that reached his brows. He said he had a surprise for Qinghe.

The sound of the drums, with its varying tempo and orderly rhythm, made her heart beat along with it as she entered the room.

A familiar yet unfamiliar figure, with long, straight hair cascading down the back of a short black jacket, swayed with her slender waist. Black cropped pants revealed pale white ankles and white high-top sneakers.

Light makeup, but a very cool and confident air.

This back was so familiar, yet it seemed like it should be in a dress, with an elegant updo.

Yan Qinghe held her breath and walked closer. In the air, the cymbals vibrated with the beat of the drumsticks. On the beautiful drummer’s ankle, faint blue veins could be seen, like tiny rivers winding and dancing.

With a final thump!, the sound vibrated in the air. The white drumstick spun between the drummer’s slender fingers.

Like a white flower, it bloomed dazzlingly in her palm.

Yan Qinghe was a bit stunned. It was actually Mu Sixue. She had never seen this side of Mu Sixue before.

Cool and beautiful, almost too much to look at.

The moment she turned, Mu Sixue’s gaze on Yan Qinghe softened its coldness.

“Summer, did you want me to come?”