21st Century Necromancer

Chapter 295 From Afar, the Mountains Are Like Eyebrows (Seeking Monthly Tickets, Seeking Subscriptions!)

"I haven't asked yet, who might you be?" Chen Yu looked at the person who had interjected beside him, sizing them up.

With that look, he couldn't help but feel a sense of brightness before his eyes.

A figure dressed in a light blue kimono adorned with patterns of waves and cherry blossoms along the hem and sleeves, tied at the waist with a goose-yellow brocade sash. The vibrant and vivid colors brought a hint of spring to the winter's day.

Although the kimono appeared youthful and pretty, perfect for a young girl, it was the depth of winter, and winter clothing should typically be in thicker shades. It's rare for anyone to use such bright colors for winter wear, and the decorations on the clothing didn't seem fit for winter either.

Yet on the person before him, it seemed exceptionally suitable, as if the chill of winter was dispelled by her presence, giving off a hint that spring was on the horizon.

Moreover, the temperament of the individual was outstanding, like a flower blooming at the onset of spring—neither gaudy nor coy, only a touch of modesty and freshness. It inspired no feelings of dislike when one saw her, but rather a faint sense of kinship. Even though she had interjected, there was no feeling that she was rude or disagreeable; instead, there was a sense of her sincere nature.

Chen Yu certainly felt this way in his heart, yet he vaguely sensed he was overlooking something, but didn't think too much of it. Instead, he simply smiled at the person before him, waiting for her response.

"My name is Qingdai, 'Qing' of 'the true image is revealed through vivid colors,' and 'Dai' of 'even the powdered faces of palace ladies pale in comparison'." The voice of the person before him was like that of a warbling oriole, clear and melodious. Particularly pleasing to Chen Yu was that she spoke in Chinese.

This sense of favor prompted Chen Yu to raise his eyebrows slightly and say with a smile, "The true image is revealed through vivid colors—I didn't expect to find someone in Japan so well-versed in Chinese studies. I thought only old grandfathers who study Chinese classical texts knew about 'Shuowen Jiezi'."

"I had an old grandfather who taught me since I was young; I would understand even if I didn't!" The person before him said, and unexpectedly stuck out her tongue a bit, a dab of pink revealing an utter cuteness.

"..." The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to be that of an elder, and even though Qingdai was speaking over the phone, she kept a respectful demeanor, which, along with a serious attitude on her face, suggested the deep-seated authority of the elder on the other end.

Upon hearing the elder's words, a smile spread across Qingdai's face, but it was a smile vastly different from the fresh and sweet one she had shown in front of Chen Yu—this one was laden with the pride of a successful scheme, "You're right, Grandpa. No matter how talented a young man is, what does he count for in front of you? That you regard him highly is already his honor."

"..." The elder seemed to give a few more instructions, and as she listened, Qingdai nodded continuously.

"Don't worry, Grandpa, although Professor Chen already has a girlfriend, she is nothing more than an aging beauty. Even if Professor Chen has a unique taste for mature women, I am still confident that he won't be able to escape my grasp," Qingdai said to the elder on the phone, her eyes full of confidence, "Professor Chen must be having doubts about his girlfriend by now, right? I doubt any woman would allow her boyfriend to stare intently at another woman. Perhaps once or twice it doesn't matter, but when I appear before him and become his colleague, can she still pretend as if nothing happened?"

"..." The voice of the elder on the phone remained low, almost as if they were far away, but Qingdai listened attentively, clearly catching every word said.

"You can rest assured, Grandpa, I won't delay things. It's just that the hospital will still need auntie's help to place me by the professor's side," Qingdai's voice once again became crisp like that of a young girl, and from her words, it was apparent that she was plotting something concerning Chen Yu.

"..." The elder made a promise to Qingdai and, after issuing a few more admonishments, hung up the phone.

It was only after the elder had hung up, leaving a busy signal on the line, that Qingdai put down her cell phone and shed the respectful expression from her face.

Standing up and walking to the window, Qingdai looked out at the city blanketed in white snow and the mountains in the distance, tinged with indigo, and couldn't help but sigh, "When will I, like the white snow, be untainted by dust?"

As she spoke, Qingdai's hands undid the sash of her kimono, letting it fall to the floor and revealing a skin that rivaled the snow for whiteness.