Chapter 91: Having a Crush in High School

Chapter 91: Having a Crush in High School

The minor incident of going to the wrong room was quickly replaced by lively and relaxed playfulness inside.

Normally, this group of people are impeccably dressed and extremely cautious in front of the camera, their every word and action seemingly destined to be recorded in a book. But now, with the two beds in their standard room moved to the sides, they sit around in the large open space, completely unpretentious.

Xiao Yin arrived early, and having frequently participated in the group chat, she had already become very close with the group.

He pulled Wen Jinye along and introduced her naturally, "This is my partner, Wen Jinye, reporter Wen."

"She is beautiful inside and out, gentle and lovely, and professional and meticulous. She is the new backbone of our Mingjing School."

That's an exaggeration.

Even Wen Jin couldn't take the praise anymore, and tugged at Xiao Yin, saying, "Are you trying to flatter me to death?"

She grabbed Xiaoyin's ticklish spot, and Xiaoyin let out a pig-like squeal, "Sister Jinye, this is blatant murder!"

A burst of laughter immediately filled the room.

One of the reporters was a newcomer, and he looked unfamiliar.

"Reporter Wen, please don't be modest. Everyone has seen your reports, especially your interview with Mr. Fu, the heir of the Hong Kong entertainment circle. Not only were your questions professional, but your comments were also very insightful. Everyone admires your professional ability."

No one is unhappy when praised for their work, and Wen Jin is no exception.

A shy smile played on her lips. "Thank you."

The group grew closer through mutual flattery.

Wen Jin also plugged in her phone to charge and joined them in their Truth or Dare game.

It uses a very primitive and simple method of rotating the wine bottle.

Using the opportunity of a truth-telling session, everyone shared interesting stories from their lives, creating a harmonious and joyful atmosphere.

When it was Wen Jin's turn to spin the wine bottle, her phone, which was charging, rang.

He Xianlin, who was close to the charging port, handed the phone to Wen Jinye.

The caller ID had no name; it was just a long string of Arabic numerals.

He Xianlin glanced at it, his joke completely unintentional, "Still getting harassing calls in the middle of the night?"

Xiao Yin also curiously came over, "Who is it?"

Wen Jin's gaze fell on that string of numbers she knew by heart, and her heart skipped a beat.

Why would Fu Yanjing suddenly call me?

She shook her head and pressed the mute button. "Nobody, just a spam call."

A while ago, Xiaoyin was asked to borrow money online, and because she was soft-hearted, she was scammed out of 3,000 yuan.

Therefore, the mere mention of "harassing phone calls" triggers PTSD.

Immediately changing into a sharp-tongued, wicked cat expression, she said, "You despicable liar, ignore him!"

As she spoke, she angrily took Wen Jinye's phone aside, fearing that misfortune would strike again.

"Since it's a nuisance call, put it further away and don't disturb our gaming."

Xiao Yin handed the wine bottle to Wen Jinye, saying, "It's your turn, Jinye-jie."

However, her gesture of putting down her phone was too bold, and her good intentions backfired.

My fingertip accidentally touched the answer button.

But no one knew about this.

Wen Jin also focused intently on seizing the opportunity, adjusting her breathing, and turning the wine bottle.

After some careful maneuvering, he successfully aimed the bottle at himself.

"Wow!! Finally, after all this night!!!"

Even a horse can stumble, and now you, reporter Wen, are getting your comeuppance!

"Let me think about what to ask?"

"Everyone, don't let this reporter Wen, who possesses the innate gaming physique, get away with it!"

On the other end of the phone, Fu Yanjing held his phone and listened quietly.

The enthusiastic cheers drowned out the gurgling electricity.

Laughter from men and women mingled together.

Surprisingly, amidst the sounds of adults in the room, he first heard the honking of geese, the squealing of monkeys, and the grunting of pigs…

Taking advantage of the hotel's good soundproofing, they laughed as loudly as they wanted.

Amidst the chaotic noise, Wen Jin's reserved voice was almost completely drowned out.

But Fu Yanjing still managed to notice it.

She was completely unaware that the phone call was being answered.

"Well, Xiao Yin, you're the one who gloats the loudest."

Even through the screen, he could vividly imagine Wen Jinye's eyebrows and eyes, as well as his slightly wrinkled nose and viciously upturned lips, which were feigning anger and depression.

His tone was gentle, with a hint of sweetness at the end.

"Oh, Sister Jinye, we serfs must have the right to rise up and sing! Besides, the faces of us petty people after we've gained power are so ugly."

He heard Wen Jinye's soft laughter.

When she smiles, her eyes crinkle and her dimples are barely visible.

There's a kind of innocent, naive purity about her, yet it's captivating.

Fu Yanjing really liked the way she wrapped her arms around his waist, looked up at him with a smile in her eyes.

Her soft, fragrant hair was his best stress reliever.

At the time, it seemed like nothing special.

But after they broke up and met again, she never smiled at him like that again.

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"Reporter Wen, truth or drinking?"

"The truth."

After making her selection, Wen Jin also offered a timely reminder, "If it's something too extreme, I'll just drink it directly."

"Of course not." The male reporter who asked the question waved his hand tactfully. Under the expectant gaze of the group, he asked, "We're all quite curious, someone as beautiful as you, did you have a crush on anyone in high school?"

Wen Jin's fingertips trembled slightly. "...Yes."

A chorus of gasps erupted from inside the room.

"Is there no law anymore? How can you have a crush on someone with that face?"

"So what about us ugly people chasing after our crushes with such fervor? Was I just a toad trying to eat swan meat?"

Xiao Yin was also hearing about this for the first time.

Their curious eyes widened, and they adopted the same attitude they had when they secretly read romance novels in high school, vowing not to go to sleep until they saw the male and female leads' story unfold.

"Sister Jinye, did you confess your feelings later? Are you two together now?"

After all, Jin Ye was a perfect person in her heart, and she deserved any man in the world!

Wen Jin smiled slightly, "That's the next question."

"Huh~~?"

Suddenly, a sigh of disappointment rang in my ears.

Later, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get the bottle to point at Wen Jinye again.

This problem can only be left unresolved.

There's another morning of summit tomorrow.

The majority of the questions came from reporters.

At 10 p.m., everyone ended the game, still feeling quite engaged.

Just before leaving, He Xianlin suddenly called out to Wen Jinye.

"Reporter Wen, how did you and Xiao Yin get here?"

"Take the high-speed rail."

"Shall we go back to Jiangbei together? I drove here."

Wen Jin also thought of how Xiao Yin got carsick and vomited terribly, and subconsciously wanted to refuse.

Xiao Yin, however, seemed to have sensed something amiss.

She cleared her throat thoughtfully, her eyes darting between Wen Jinye and He Xianlin, and said, "Okay, let's do it together."

Wen Jin frowned. "You..." Aren't you prone to motion sickness?

Xiao Yin blinked, then clicked his tongue coolly, "The medicine cures all ailments."

Wen Jin really couldn't understand Xiao Yin's unpredictable thought process, so he agreed to Xiao Yin's suggestion.

The two linked arms and prepared to go back to their room.

I realized I hadn't brought my phone when I got halfway there.

She could only give the room key to Xiaoyin first, and then go back to get it herself.

When she returned, He Xianlin was still there.

After eagerly handing Wen Jin her phone, he asked, with a ulterior motive:

"By the way, Reporter Wen, may I ask, does photographer Xiao Yin..." He Xianlin's ears turned slightly red, "...does she have a boyfriend?"

Thinking of that girl who couldn't wait to go back to her room to video chat with her boyfriend, Wen Jin smiled and truthfully replied, "Yes."

"All right."

He Xianlin sighed, somewhat regretfully, "I'm a step too late. Well, it's fine to just be friends."