As I said, the novel will be QUITE different than the drama (in my opinion, there's actually a big difference, but I'll keep it for now)

Also, posting time is changed to twice a week, which is on Monday and Thursday (Indonesia Time). So don't miss them!

t.i.tle: Put Your Head on My Shoulder (致我們暖暖的小時光)

Author: Zhou Gangan

Translation credit: Jia

Chapter 2

The book borrowed from the library by Situ Mo was returned back after being turned about two pages. Because everyone was waiting in line to borrow them during the paper period, and she has always been a good girl for others. Of course, another main reason was that she could not understand...

She was chatting with her roommate after returning the book. Suddenly, the phone rang and she looked at the name of the caller. It was Fu Pei, who could appear everywhere. He has been calling her every day recently to remind her to take graduation photos on Friday.

‘h.e.l.lo,' she was really peevish. ‘I see. I'll be there on Friday.'

‘Hha, I'm afraid you may forget, will you buy me flowers?'

‘No.' Why should she buy flowers which would be expensive? At that time, there would be a group of girls competing to send flowers to him. Should he worry about the flowers, with such a charming face?

‘Why? Why don't you give me flowers when I graduate?' Fu Pei's voice came over coquettishly.

‘I have no money.'

‘I'll give it to you.'

‘No.' Crazy, better to donate the redundant money to Project Hope.

‘Mo...' He wanted to act like a spoiled child again.

‘If you argue again, I won't go.' Situ Mo threatened him.

‘Well, call me when you get on the bus tomorrow.'

‘Tomorrow?' She did not respond for a moment.

‘I know that you forgot. Tomorrow is Friday. You said you had remember.' Fu Pei complained, ‘I know that you never take my affairs seriously. How can I suffer so much?'

‘Well, I'll call you tomorrow. Bye-bye.' She couldn't be blamed too much. As a senior, who would care what day tomorrow is?

‘Mo, who's that? Shouldn't it be Fu Pei again?' w.a.n.g Shan attempted to asked casually.

‘Yes.' Situ Mo responded coldly.

‘What time shall we take the bus tomorrow?' It seems that w.a.n.g Shan failed to notice her indifference and asked excitedly.

‘Anyway, as long as it's not too early.'

‘How about 8:30?'

‘Who told you it's not early at 8:30?' Situ Mo rolled her eyes, the beauty sleep should be ensured even to see her loving brother.

‘Nine o'clock?' w.a.n.g Shan, who act a bit slowly thought that it would be thankful for Situ Mo to have another 30 minutes of sleep.

‘Ten o'clock.' Situ Mo took out the newly borrowed books from her bag, with each one trembled to make sure that nothing had been clipped.

‘Ten o'clock? Wouldn't it be too late?'

‘No, but if you think it's too late, you can go first.' Situ Mo finished taking out the books and put them on the table.

‘All right.' w.a.n.g Shan dared not say more. Although Mo had a good temper, she would not change her mind as long as she has made a decision.

It's night, the moon is like a hook.