It was an unforgettable night.

For some people, the night was especially long.

For others, it was especially short.

Qin Zhiwei was early to bed and early to rise. At seven thirty, dying to see Shen Xinyi, he sent Xu Ye a WeChat message.

By eight, Xu Ye still hadn't replied.

Qin Zhiwei called him. But Xu Ye had put his phone on silent the night before. Qin Zhiwei called several times in a row, and nobody picked up.

All Qin Zhiwei could do was grit his teeth and keep waiting. At nine, when Xu Ye still hadn't called back, he drove straight to the boys' dorm.

When Yang Fei opened the door and saw Qin Zhiwei, he did a double take. He frowned. "Zhiwei? What are you doing here?"

"Where's Xu Ye?" Qin Zhiwei asked.

"He didn't come back all night."

"What?" Qin Zhiwei was so mad he started swearing. "That bastard! Last night we agreed we'd go to the Conservatory together today. Where did he go?"

Yang Fei shook his head. "No idea. He went out around ten last night. Probably went to see his girlfriend."

As soon as Qin Zhiwei heard that, he called Shen Xinyi.

"Hello~"

"Xinyi, is Chen Qingqing in the dorm?"

"No. She went out with Xu Ye really late last night."

"That animal Xu Ye! What a rotten thing to do!"

"What's wrong?"

Qin Zhiwei was so angry his lips were trembling. "Nothing. I'm coming over to see you right now. Wait for me."

As soon as Shen Xinyi said "Oh," Qin Zhiwei hung up, set his GPS and drove to the Conservatory.

Xu Ye didn't get out of bed until about ten thirty. He dragged himself into his shoes and over to the bathroom. Only after he'd washed up did he check the phone on the nightstand: five missed calls, all from Qin Zhiwei. He called him back.

But by then, Qin Zhiwei was almost at the Conservatory.

The call connected.

From the other end came Qin Zhiwei's ringing blast of the national art of cursing. "Xu Ye, fuck you! Last night…