[CN] MLQC’s Lucien Sharing Date English Translation
⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️
This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~
Perhaps it's an illusion, but after he removes his glasses, those eyes that have always been looking at me seem even deeper.
With my soft exclamation, the already close distance becomes even more intimate, not leaving any gap.
His lowered lashes tremble lightly, brushing against my cheeks like butterfly wings.
His hot breath lingers on the corner of my lips for a while before finally enveloping it eagerly.
special thanks to ivi (@ivioivioivi on twitter) for helping me with translating some abstract things here 🫶
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—[Part 1]—
The lecture hall is almost full, filled with students from the Film and Television Department of Loveland University.
Due to my previous programs consistently ranking first in viewership, universities' Film and Television Department often use them as case studies.
However, it's the first time today that both the production team and I have been invited to campus to give a sharing session.
Even though I've attended many events and ceremonies, as a behind-the-scenes person, I still feel a bit nervous under so many attentive gazes.
MC: Hello students, I'm MC.
Noticing a subtle unease in my tone, I can't help but recall the solemn vow that I made last night.
—[Flashback Start]—
MC: As long as I step onto the same podium where Professor Lucien once stood, I'll surely have the same demeanor as you!
Seeing me confidently waving the speech notes, Lucien couldn't help but chuckle.
Lucien: I'm curious, in your eyes, what kind of demeanor do I have?
MC: Of course you're someone who is both patient and effortlessly competent, and able to make complex concepts lively and engaging. In short, you're simply the best teacher in the world!
He gently gazed at me for a moment and then pulled me into his arms.
Lucien: [chuckles] If this biased classmate really were my student, my evaluations would probably become the highest in the whole school.
MC: What! The original highest score wasn't yours?
My exaggerated tone amused him, and Lucien rubbed my hair.
Lucien: If the Great Producer keeps showering me with praise like this, I might not be able to resist feeling proud.
Lucien: After the poster for the sharing session was put up, many colleagues came to greet me because of this outstanding family member*.
(T/N: his colleagues refer to MC as XM/Lucien's family🥺)
MC: So it seems that the reason I agreed at that time was very correct~
Facing his curious gaze, I winked at him.
MC: Because that was the invitation sent by your school.
—[Flashback Ends]—
Looking down at the audience below once more, I steady my mind.
Just as I'm about to speak, I hear a familiar voice.
??: Sorry, teacher, I'm late. Can I still come in and listen now?
MC: Of course—
Unwittingly, I glance towards the classroom door, my eyes widen in surprise when I see Lucien.
The classroom buzzes with murmurs, as the students have also recognized him.
Lucien: Thank you, teacher. Sorry to interrupt everyone.
I stare dumbfoundedly as he approaches and calmly places a piece of paper on the podium.
Lucien: My late slip.
MC: Ah, okay…
Not until he steps down to find an empty seat do I notice that the completely blank late slip is covered with a sticky note-
-filled with a drawing of a little rabbit on the lectern talking eloquently, and in the audience seat, a little fox applauds with a smile on his eyes.
I can't help but look up at him, seeing that he has already found a seat and is quietly gazing at me.
The distance between us isn't close, but his gaze has already dispelled most of my unease.
So I collected myself and took out my speech notes.
MC: I originally wanted to chat with everyone, but our department head wouldn't allow it, so I had to prepare a speech.
A wave of friendly laughter ripples through the audience, completely easing my nerves.
Very soon, I smoothly finished speaking according to the notes.
MC: ...Actually, the birth of every successful case is influenced by many uncontrollable variables.
MC: Even if we as creators replicate the so-called “speak from experience”, it may not necessarily generate new successful cases.
MC: In the end, I think sharing some practical insights is better.
MC: I often feel that filming is similar to life, it's a process of establishing a stable relationship with the world.
MC: And some specific yet small orders will bring us a sense of certainty about life and becoming an important part of life.
MC: If you don't know what to shoot, you can look within your own world.
MC: Taking myself as an example, like... the flower shop that opens at 8 a.m. near my home. And also...
As I speak, I look at the audience, meeting head-on the gaze that has never shifted.
There is an itch in my heart, always wanting to express something. Before I know it, I've already put down the speech notes--
MC: [smiling softly] The light from my neighbor's house next door often stays on until 4 a.m.
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—[Part 2]—
Amidst the continuous applause, Lucien beamingly applauds, bearing a striking resemblance to the little fox on the sticky note.
At this moment, the dean beside me suddenly leans in, lowering their voice as they speak.
Dean: MC, you delivered your speech too smoothly. Here's the bad news: there are still 20 minutes left before class ends.
MC: [sweating nervously] Ah? What should I do? Do you have anything else you want to say?
Seeing him shake his head, my brain starts to work at lightning speed, and suddenly, I think of something.
MC: Since we're out of things to say, we'll just have to let the students speak.
The next moment, a student stood up bewildered as we called their name.
Dean: Everyone, feel free to express your thoughts. Share your feelings after attending the sharing session.
Student A: Oh! I found Teacher MC's talk very interesting. I've also been pondering about some small "orders" just now.
Student A: Like the video call my mom makes every night and the taro ice cream that the school convenience store restocks every Thursday afternoon at three.
Laughter instantly fills the room, as if this were a well-known understanding among everyone.
Immediately, several students also raise their hands, eager to join the conversation.
Student B: When spring arrives, the peach blossoms on the campus will bloom the earliest.
Student C: There's an old librarian who likes to blow his beard, it turns out he's stuck on sudoku.
This time, everyone fell silent for a moment, emitting small gasps of surprise.
Student C: Because of the old man's habit of blowing his beard, I made a documentary about him... but the film lacked soul.
Student C: So I want to ask, how do you find something worth expressing?
I think for a moment before speaking earnestly.
MC: The best way I can think of is to ask yourself what you most want to express from your heart.
MC: Once you have the answer, you will discover that it may have just been sustaining the order you rely on the most to survive right now.*
MC: It's also the closest connection between you and this world—
MC: At that moment, many natural words or images will appear before you effortlessly.
(T/N: tbh it's really abstract even in CN LOL, but I take from it that perhaps what you want to express is already on the orders in your life all along? Keep this in mind until the last part)
I instinctively glance at Lucien and notice the corners of his eyes slowly curving.
Student C: Can you give an example?
MC: Um?
Perhaps the answer was too clear before my eyes, and in that moment, I hesitated instead.
As I realize, I've already missed the opportune moment for the best response, and I can't help but feel a bit embarrassed.
And the person in my line of sight seems to have chuckled, raising his hand.
Lucien: I'd like to share something too.
As soon as these words were spoken, students turned their curious gazes towards him, and I also waited nervously for his speech.
Lucien: I feel that, often, before finding the expression, perhaps it's the order itself that takes precedence in life.
Lucien: After you become aware of it, it has already brought about natural habits and rules.
Lucien: Therefore, for me, perhaps the modification and alteration of the order itself appear to be more special. The things born from it make people want to dig and explore deeper.
Lucien: For example, the hot milk that always appears when I write a paper, or the scolding I received for not sleeping, which seems to have started at some unknown point…
Even as I try to control my expression, I still feel my cheeks getting a little warm.
The instigator, however, seemed oblivious to my shyness, unabashedly casting an eager gaze my way.
Lucien: Teacher MC, if all the orders of life point to one person at the same time, then wouldn't her existence—
Lucien: Be tantamount to the closest connection between me and this world?
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—[Part 3]—
The meeting ends, and after saying goodbye to my colleagues, I decide to take a walk around campus with Lucien.
I'm still immersed in the confession that only we knew a moment ago. Even my steps feel a bit light.
Lucien: You seem to have more talent for being a teacher than I imagined.
Lucien: If I had a teacher like you when I was studying, I would definitely sit in the front row every class.
Lucien: Would this teacher choose me as the class representative?
As he speaks seriously, I pretend to consider.
MC: Hmm... I'll think about it.
He nods thoughtfully, but a smile slowly appears in his eyes.
Lucien: So, to become the class representative, it seems I need to pay more attention to the teacher.
Lucien: [teasingly] Your face seems to have been flushed since I raised my hand to answer the question. Are you feeling uncomfortable?
Colliding with his narrowed smiling eyes, I blush and playfully poke his arm.
MC: Lucien!
Lucien: [chuckles] It seems that the teacher has already remembered my name.
Seeing his pretending-to-be-serious expression, I can't help but laugh.
Lucien: Moreover, it seems you set an example for me first.
I raise my puzzled gaze, then collide with his slightly teasing smiling eyes.
Lucien: After all, it was teacher MC who mentioned me first.
Lucien: It appears that I didn't realize I had become part of your order so long ago.
MC: ….!
I belatedly react, embarrassedly wanting to reach out and cover his mouth.
He chuckles softly and catches my hand, squeezing it into his palm.
Hand in hand, we walk through the campus, bathed in the gentle light filtering through the trees, softly resting upon us.
Occasionally, students pass by us, heading in the same direction.
The moment I curiously glance in that direction, he already grasps my hand, leading me towards it knowingly.
Ten minutes later, standing at the entrance of the convenience store, we look at the taro ice cream in each other's hands and laugh together.
Despite the slight chill in the air, I eagerly take a big bite, instantly filled with the soft, sweet flavor of taro.
MC: No wonder it can become an unspoken understanding among everyone, it's just too delicious!
Lucien also takes a bite of the ice cream, his eyes widening slightly.
Lucien: [gasps in a pleasant surprise] It's a bit cold... but indeed the taste exceeds imagination.
MC: But it seems quite popular on campus. You've never tried it before?
He shakes his head, then as if something catches his eye, he lifts his hand and gently rests it on the top of my head.
Lucien: Although there are indeed many beauties in this world that I have yet to discover…
Lucien: They always seem to be miraculously brought to me by you.
He opens his palm towards me, revealing a pale pink petal lying inside, probably the one he just picked from the top of my head.
I raise my head, and several peach blossoms hanging from the branches come into view.
Realizing that the scenes shared by the students seem to be coincidentally unfolding before us, I look at Lucien with some excitement.
MC: How about we go to the library again and see that old man who loves to do Sudoku?
Unfortunately, the one sitting at the librarian's desk in the reading room is a young girl.
MC: Looks like the old man isn't on duty today…
Sensing my gaze, the girl looks back at me with a puzzled expression.
I instinctively turn to the side, then immediately hear a muffled chuckle from above.
Lucien: [chuckles] Are you forgetting that you* have always had the right to come and go here?
MC: Right…
[T/N: Actually, Lucien teasingly refers to MC as 教师家属 (teacher’s family member) in that sentence. Anyway since he’s a teacher here, and she’s his ‘family member’ she has the right to just come to the library at any time. They can find him at another time together^^]
The familiar reading room, the season of peach blossoms blooming, and the person beside me with a smile, everything seems to be no different from two years ago.
[Reference to Impression Date!]
But unlike back then, the once quiet and empty reading room is now filled with students quietly reading. I can't help but lower my voice.
MC: I don't think I asked you last time, where do you like to sit when you read?
His indifferent gaze falls lightly on the sun-drenched tables and chairs without much emotion.
Lucien: I prefer to borrow books from the third-floor lending room and read them at home rather than here.
MC: Oh? I always thought you wouldn't be picky about reading environments.
Lucien: For me, the environment indeed has little impact on the reading experience.
Lucien: However, at home, there's always a little lady who will snuggle up next to me and read together.
He pauses for a moment, looking at me earnestly.
Lucien: It's hard not to develop a sense of dependence on the comforting environment you create.
✂———————–
—[Part 4]—
MC: Wow, it's "Essays in Love"!
Just as I stepped into the lending room, I paused in front of a somewhat familiar novel.
Lucien: Mm, compared to the story in the book, I'm more impressed by MC's "kidnapping”*.
[T/N: reference to Devotion Date where MC 'kidnaps' Lucien]
He holds my hand and leads me with a smile, I haven't even taken a few steps yet when another book catches my eye.
MC: "YOUR ATOMIC SELF"? You just read it recently during the check-in event!
Lucien: Yes, I returned it after finishing. If you want to read it, there's a new copy in the study that I just bought.
We walk hand in hand through the empty shelves, and every few steps, we come across familiar traces.
MC: Hehe, this book is one we read together.
Lucien: However, after flipping through a few pages, it seems like a girl fell asleep in my arms.
MC: [sweating] Haha, it's the kind of thing you can forget about.
Lucien: [teasingly] Oh? Looks like MC isn't too curious about what happens after she falls asleep.
His lips curled a bit, as if recalling something amusing.
MC: What is it?
Lucien: Actually... [chuckles] about half an hour after you fell asleep, I fell asleep too.
MC: Pfft! If even you fell asleep, then it must be the fault of the book.
Lucien: Though it's a bit impolite to say, the author's writing does lack logical coherence.
Seeing his slightly furrowed brow and troubled expression, I suddenly felt the urge to tease him, so I struggled to suppress a smile.
MC: But I think it's impressive in its own way.
Lucien: Hm?
MC: It can be used for hypnosis~ Next time if I find you refusing to sleep, I'll just read it aloud beside you, and you'll drift off in no time.
Seemingly taking it seriously, he even pondered for a moment before speaking.
Lucien: [chuckles] But the feasibility of this method is not very high.
MC: Why?
Lucien: After all, it seems like you'd get sleepy before managing to lull me to sleep.
Seeing him speak earnestly, but his eyes already betraying laughter, I can't help but laugh along with him.
The clock hanging on the wall quietly completes a full circle as we step into the innermost section of the document area.
Scholarly journals written in various languages are neatly arranged on the bookshelves, bringing together a vast ocean of wisdom.
Suddenly, I remembered something and looked at him with a hint of anticipation.
MC: I remember you recently published a paper in a core journal. Can we find it here too?
Lucien: Nowadays, many publications are distributed in electronic formats. I'm not sure if the library would have hard copies.
His gaze wanders through the dizzying array of titles for a long time, seemingly without finding anything.
So he walks over to the search computer, typing the journal's name on the keyboard, and after hitting the enter key, he squints a little at the screen.
Lucien: [chuckles] Found it.
MC: Huh? They have even the newest ones. Can I find the article you published earlier too?
Five minutes later, I find myself dazedly staring at the thick journals in my arms.
MC: Even though I know about every paper you've published, seeing them all together still makes me want to marvel at your brain…
MC: Can I absorb some of your wisdom by reading these articles?
Lucien: I don't think so.
With a lingering inflection, he leans down slightly and pecks my lips.
Lucien: [chuckles, then whispers] But maybe this way you can.
His earnest demeanor makes it impossible for me to suppress a smile.
MC: Hehe, with Professor Lucien sharing his wisdom with me, I'll definitely be able to read research papers with ease in the future!
As I speak, I flip through the pages and quickly find Lucien's article among them.
Unfamiliar foreign languages and complex technical terms occasionally trip me up as I read, but it doesn't stop me from carefully perusing the text bit by bit.
In his concise and clear theories, it feels like I can see every dull piece of data he recorded and every sleepless night he endured.
And there's also that curiosity that never extinguished, even after countless failed attempts.
Merely watching him moving forward fills me with immense pride.
Unconsciously, I reach the end of the paper, and suddenly, I feel as though I see my name flash before my eyes.
I calm myself and carefully read through the last section once again.
The next moment, as my gaze flicks over the acknowledgments section, I feel my heart skip a beat.
There, my own name actually appears-
And finally, I would like to thank my dear (y/n)-
--whose love and support has always been the driving force pushing me forward.
I stare at him in disbelief, but he just looks at me and smiles.
Having a faint idea of what's going on, I proceed to flip through several other journals.
Without exception, there's a line of acknowledgment dedicated to me after each of his articles.
An indescribable surge of emotions overwhelms me, leaving me momentarily speechless, but he instantly pulls me into his arms with a chuckle.
Lucien: [chuckles, then whispers] What to do.
Lucien: Seeing my little lady so surprised, it seems I can't easily showcase my research results in the future.
His pretended distress amuses me, and I lightly pat him on the shoulder.
MC: You know very well that I'm very happy.
He pulls me into his hug, his chin rubbing against the top of my head.
Lucien: [whispers softly] Um, of course I do.
Lucien: [x2] It's just that seeing you happy because of me, I can't help but feel happy too.
MC: You never mentioned it before.
He looks into my eyes as if trying to see into my heart.
Lucien: [x3] Just like eating and sleeping every day, I don't seem to feel that this is something necessary to mention specifically.
Lucien: [x4] Just as you appear in every corner of my life…
Lucien: [x5] I naturally think of you in the moment of completing an article, and naturally want to express thank you to you.
Lucien: [x6] This natural feeling…
Lucien: [x7]...is like when spring arrives, flowers will naturally bloom.
My heart feels like it's being gently tickled by his whispers, making me unable to resist any longer, so I stand on tiptoe and kiss him.
The next moment, he gently lifts me up, quietly closing the distance between us.
The gauze curtains sway, casting a touch of charm onto the light and shadow falling upon us.
Perhaps it's an illusion, but after he removes his glasses, those eyes that have always been looking at me seem even deeper.
I stare at his handsome features in a trance, unaware of the sudden strength supporting my lower back.
With my soft exclamation, the already close distance becomes even more intimate, not leaving any gap.
His lowered lashes tremble lightly, brushing against my cheeks like butterfly wings.
I have to close my eyes so that my heart doesn't beat too chaotically.
His hot breath lingers on the corner of my lips for a while before finally enveloping it eagerly.
The pleasant breath gradually penetrates my lips and mouth, and then spreads all over my body, making me completely surrender myself to him.
In my hazy consciousness, I faintly hear the sound of flowers blooming.
My next spring with him- really seems to have arrived.
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