Chapter 93 Although the pronunciation of the last word "ni" is a bit strange, it is indeed like that...
Although the pronunciation of the last word "ni" is a bit strange, it is indeed such a sentence.
This caused the sutured water ghost, which was charging forward, to abruptly stop, nearly crashing into the stall. Its movement was quite obvious, causing He Zhao and Wang Yu to simultaneously turn to look at the sutured water ghost. They then heard the sutured water ghost shriek, "No! How can you do this? You two can't! You're not good enough! Not at all! Boss, it's one thing if you're with that older sister investigator! But you two are completely mismatched!"
"Besides, isn't there a first-come, first-served order to everything? The eldest sister was here first! How could you do this!"
"Wait a minute," He Zhao called out, "First of all, things aren't as you think. Secondly, if we're talking about who came first, shouldn't you have met Wang Yu first?"
The sutured water ghost stammered, "No, that's not how it is..."
He Zhao witnessed the chaos of the stitched-up water ghost, never expecting it to be the hidden leader of her and Qiao Yanyu's CP (couple pairing). Faced with such a ghost, He Zhao couldn't bring herself to be ruthless. She said to the stitched-up water ghost, "Alright, stop howling. It's not what you think."
He Zhao told the whole story, and then saw the sutured water ghost open its mouth wide, then laugh while leaning on the table: "Hahaha, how could this be? Someone actually doesn't dare to confess! What era are we living in? Still doing that practice stuff!"
Actually, He Zhao had thought Wang Yu's idea of a "confession practice" was a bad one from the start. But unfortunately, He Zhao really had no experience at all, which is why she fell for Wang Yu's trick. Now, the more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed. The feeling of saying "I like you" to Wang Yu was so strange that even the last word she uttered sounded off.
But now that the "stitched-up water ghost" had exposed her, and was still laughing, He Zhao felt she had lost face. She retorted, "What are you laughing at? Do you think you're so great?! So experienced? Have you ever confessed to anyone? Have you ever had any dating experience?"
The sutured water ghost thought back for a moment. It was no longer the confused ghost it once was; its memories were complete. From its own memories, it dug out these details: "Let me think... I have romantic experience, but I've never confessed to anyone; it was always others who confessed to me."
"..."
The word "all" broke He Zhao's heart. He hadn't expected that the "stitching ghost," who looked so young, would be so experienced. But it wasn't surprising; she had come from the remote mountains at a young age and started working early. It was only natural that she had more work experience and dating experience than He Zhao.
What's even more infuriating is that it has no experience of confessing its feelings to others.
However, this did not stop the suture thread water ghost from giving He Zhao advice. The two of them and the ghost got together and always felt that three heads are better than one, so they went out on the street to investigate.
The sutured water ghost even forgot that he had come to eat, completely absorbed in gossip.
After a while, the Mud Demon arrived, swaying as it carried its trident. Seeing the three women looking somewhat surprised, it climbed onto the stool and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why aren't you eating? What are you doing here?"
The mud ghost's words made the stitched-up water ghost realize that he had come here to eat.
It sat down with two "oh oh" sounds and asked He Zhao for food. The Mud Ghost also asked for a portion. After they both sat down, the Mud Ghost asked, "What were you two talking about just now?"
He Zhao asked, "Do you have any experience when it comes to matters related to romance?"
The Mud Demon propped its chin on its trident, racking its brains for a long time, but just like its body, its mind was a mess, unable to recall anything. So it shook its head in confusion and said, "I don't remember."
The two humans and the ghost looked at it, exchanged a glance, and then sighed: Well, here comes a useless fellow.
But not long after, a ghost who seemed to be somewhat useful arrived—the tall guy. There were three seats in total, and the tall guy took the last one. Everyone thought: This guy must be experienced! Because he has a wife.
Given his height, even if he was much slimmer in life, he must have been a robust, overweight man. The fact that he could have a wife under these circumstances means he must have fought for it.
So after the tall guy sat down, all four mouths asked in unison, "Have you ever confessed your feelings before?"
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The tall guy looked completely bewildered. This time, it was the seamstitched water ghost who explained He Zhao's troubles and what had happened. The tall guy scratched the back of his head. He said, "I should be the one confessing, but I need to think about it for a while." He sat there, lost in thought.
Based on its attitude, everyone felt that there was hope for its experience.
The tall guy thought for a long time before finally remembering: "Yes, it was me who confessed." Because the tall guy was so tall, his face couldn't be seen clearly at the moment, otherwise everyone would have noticed that his face was slightly flushed.
But for a ghost like him, this little bit of red doesn't really matter.
As the tall man spoke, it seemed as if all the youthful and naive memories of that time came flooding back, causing it to fall silent for a moment. He Zhao and Wang Yu exchanged glances, and could only patiently wait for the tall man to impart his experience.
After a long while, the tall creature finally finished its recollection. It lowered its head, trying to make sure everyone and even the ghosts present could see its expression. Then the tall creature said, "When it comes to confessing your feelings, sincerity is the most important thing. You must make the other person feel that you are sincere."
So the question is, what should we do?
The group and the ghost started discussing again. They chattered amongst themselves, and the main point they reached was—for a confession, a sense of ceremony is important. The stitched-up water ghost suggested, "The location is very important for a confession. A romantic place can increase your chances of success."
“I think a cozy place is more suitable for confessing your feelings,” Wang Yu added, turning to He Zhao: “Don’t you two live together? Wouldn’t it be better to confess directly in Senior Qiao’s house? Decorate a little, put some flowers and balloons to create a good atmosphere. If the atmosphere is good, the chances of success will definitely increase.”
"You two are already living together?!"
He Zhao ignored the minor question raised by the mud ghost and continued to think. With the important location sorted, the next step was the timing of the confession. Anyway, everyone advised against confessing in the hospital. The hospital environment was too poor; the wards were all white, and patients and doctors would constantly walk by outside, making it easy to be interrupted.
So the date was set for the day Qiao Yanyu returned home from the hospital.
"It should be soon. Although Senior Qiao is seriously injured, he is not in mortal danger, and he doesn't need hospital equipment to maintain his vital signs. Resting at home might be better for his recovery. I estimate that he can go home in a few days."
The happiest one upon hearing the news was actually the stitched-up water ghost. It couldn't help but exclaim, "That's great! I was worried I wouldn't hear the results before I was sent to be reincarnated. Knowing whether the boss is with the person he likes is fantastic!"
The reincarnation process of the sutured water ghost is already set; it only awaits Lin Gao's death to carry out the process. It has no attachment to this world, so it speaks of it with remarkable composure. The mud ghost and the tall guy, however, are completely different. The mud ghost's memories are still hazy; it doesn't want to be reincarnated. The tall guy is even more so; he still has a wife in this world, yet he can't even remember what she looks like. He certainly wouldn't be willing to be reincarnated.
Hearing that the stitched water ghost was leaving, the mud ghost felt a little uneasy, but it wasn't a ghost that spoke kindly, so it said, "If you had known that the two of them weren't together, wouldn't you have been unable to reincarnate properly?"
He Zhao was displeased: "What nonsense are you talking about? How could we not be together?"
"Exactly, how could that be!"
Amidst their lively chatter, they completed their somewhat far-fetched confession plan. After finishing their meal, the three geniuses said goodbye to He Zhao. Only after the guests had left did He Zhao belatedly realize: why did it turn into him confessing?
Previously, she had listened to Wang Yu's bad idea precisely because she was too afraid to confess her feelings, and was supposed to use her as a practice target. But now, not only has it been decided that she will be the one to confess, but the entire process has also been prepared, and Wang Yu has even "kindly" offered to take care of the arrangements.
The confession was already on the agenda, and even if He Zhao wanted to back out, it was too late this time. She was a little sullen because she really didn't have the courage. He Zhao was even afraid that she might suddenly get stage fright and not be able to say a single word.
In the following two or three days, He Zhao's guests enthusiastically prepared a love confession letter for her, urging her to memorize it so that she wouldn't be speechless when she faced Qiao Yanyu. Although she was having second thoughts and felt that the idea was unreliable, He Zhao was very honest in her actions and actually began memorizing the love confession letter.
He Zhao's academic performance wasn't very good; she hadn't studied seriously in her youth. Now, having to memorize a long love letter was giving her a real headache. He Zhao put in an extraordinary amount of effort, even talking in her sleep about the pre-written script.
But before she could memorize the love letter perfectly, Wang Yu sent her a message: "Senior Qiao will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. I'll go to Senior Qiao's house early tomorrow morning to make arrangements. Tomorrow will be your battleground, so don't mess it up!"
As a matchmaker, Wang Yu knew that it was best for no one to be present after a confession. If the confession was successful, the two would definitely pour their hearts out to each other, and whoever was there would be a third wheel. If the confession failed, and Senior Qiao truly didn't realize his feelings, then the boss would be extremely upset, and wouldn't the person who gave the advice become the scapegoat?
Therefore, Wang Yu would never go to Qiao Yanyu's house on the day of her confession.
He Zhao's mind suddenly went blank. After a long while, he couldn't help but say, "So fast?"
"That's fast? Boss, you didn't memorize the love letter, did you?"
"How could that be! Of course I memorized it!"
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