The scene was very awkward for a while, at least for Shen Yujing.

The first time in his life that he "saved the beauty", not only was it in vain, but he also revealed the secret in his heart.

Murong Huan looked at Song Yi, then at Jiang Yiheng, and obviously couldn't connect the two sentences that Shen Yujing said.

The others were also looking at Song Yi at this moment, obviously waiting for her answer.

When being "besieged" by the crowd, Shen Yujing took three steps back, his face full of complexity.

Even if he wanted to explain, he didn't know where to start.

Of course, the information he just revealed was enough.

Jiang Yiheng put his hand on his chin, and said thoughtfully: "The note that scolded me as a pig..."

Jiang Yiheng grasped this key point, and Song Yi immediately remembered it.

Song Yi said, "Yes! I have an impression of it too. It was that napkin, right? So it was you who wrote it?"

"Yes." Shen Yujing nodded in admission, "After school that day I saw you put the envelope into Jiang Yiheng's drawer, and I couldn't help but... couldn't help but open it and read it. It was a love letter. And then... and then..."

Then she replaced the love letter with a note calling Jiang Yiheng a pig.

Song Yi's brain worked desperately, and she found the past in the dusty corner of her memory, "That was someone's love letter to Jiang Yiheng. I just accidentally knocked it down and picked it up!"

"Ah?" Shen Yujing was stunned for a moment, looking at Song Yi in disbelief, "Really?" "

Of course." Song Yi put her hand on her temple and felt a headache, "How could I write a love letter to Jiang Yiheng? I had only known him for a few days at that time?"

More importantly, Murong Huan still liked Jiang Yiheng at that time, so it was impossible for her to do such a thing.

Shen Yujing whispered, "Maybe you fell in love with him at first sight. Don't you just like good grades and good looks?"

Jiang Yiheng's face flashed with disappointment, and then he looked at Shen Yujing and said calmly, "Thank you."

Shen Yujing: "?"

Quan Le explained to him, "Thank you for praising his good grades and good looks."

Shen Yujing: "?"

How did Jiang Yiheng become so shameless? Is this the point?

But Shen Yujing still confirmed with Song Yi, "You didn't lie to me? That love letter was really not written by you?"

Song Yi sat back in his seat and said, "I'm sure I haven't written a love letter to anyone."

Shen Yujing breathed a sigh of relief.

Great, it turns out that all this was his misunderstanding.

Shen Yujing took the firework cannon from Quan Le's hand, and then pulled it towards Jiang Yiheng.

The golden fragments fell on Jiang Yiheng's face. He took off his glasses expressionlessly and said word by word: "Shen, Yu, Jing."

Shen Yujing raised the firework cannon to look for the next victim, and said cheerfully: "Happy New Year!"

Soon, the group of people became noisy again.

The various fragments of the firework cannon flew in the air, and everyone was more or less stained with some. They all looked quite ferocious, but they all leaned back in their seats tiredly.

"It's eleven fifty-eight!" Murong Huan shouted, then quickly stood up and brushed off the fireworks debris on his body, saying: "Hurry up and get the lighter, it's time to light the fireworks!"

Xu Che was responsible for lighting the fireworks. At this moment, for some reason, there was a sense of ceremony. In the last ten seconds, everyone was counting down, and the sound was neat.

In the last three seconds, Xu Che lit the fireworks.

These fireworks are specially designed. You only need to light one of them to light all of them.

As Xu Che retreated, the countdown ended at the same time, and the fireworks were placed in the air.

"Happy New Year!"

I don't know who shouted first, which brought the atmosphere.

Then, one after another, "Happy New Year" rang out, and laughter continued to ring.

Song Yi stood by the half-broken outer wall and looked up at the sky.

The starry sky, accompanied by the fireworks that kept blooming and disappearing, was indeed a beautiful scene.

Song Yi had always thought that fireworks were always used to create romance in TV dramas and novels, which seemed tacky. Only when she stood here did she feel that it was special.

Because the sound of fireworks kept ringing in her ears, she couldn't hear anything else for a while, as if she could immerse herself in her own world and watch the fireworks carefully.

Song Yi looked back again, and Quan Le and Murong Huan had started fighting again without knowing when. Murong Huan was holding a fairy wand in his hand and smiling happily.

It was great.

Song Yi couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips. She liked the current atmosphere.

Everything made her feel beautiful and warm.

She seemed to really like everything here.

Compared with the loneliness of real life, she preferred to grow up in such an atmosphere.

For Song Yi, this was no longer the plot of a book, these were all real things happening around her.

And they were all real people who were laughing and making noises, who would be nice to her and care about her.

Xu Che stood on the other side, looked back at her, and said a few words with his lips.

Although Song Yi couldn't hear clearly, she could see that he was also saying: Happy New Year.

Happy New Year, everyone should be happy forever.

Everyone worked hard today. After staying up all night and making noises for a while, they went back to their rooms to rest one by one.

Murong Huan had already fallen asleep in bed, but Song Yi couldn't sleep.

Because this is the first time the system has taken the initiative to talk to her after a long time.

[Don't be so surprised, I'm really leaving, just saying goodbye to you]

[As a system, we will choose some people who are not very happy in real life to come to the world of books and give them a chance to change their fate] [

Making the host happy is the destiny of each of our systems]

[Now you have completely avoided the BE ending, and have your own life, and have gained a lot of friendship and love that the data has not calculated. So host, don't think of this place as a world in a book anymore, because everything here belongs to your brand new life]

[My mission is over, and I should go find the next host]

[I am happy to meet you and honored to have accompanied you]

[Goodbye, my host No. 0113]

The mechanical sound fell, accompanied by a burst of electric current, just like when she first came to this world, as if something was pulled out of the body.

Song Yi opened her lips and murmured, "Goodbye."

Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible, and the system had already left.

Obviously, she was forced to come to this world and was forced to start the mission. Everything was not a very good start.

She didn't like the people she met at the beginning.

But she didn't know when she completely integrated into this world and became a part of them.

Just like these people who came to the castle this time, they shouldn't have gathered here in the original plot, let alone become friends.

Song Yi pursed her lips and tried to lift the corners of her lips and smile.

But for some reason, her eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Maybe it was because of the system's departure, the companionship that she was accustomed to completely disappeared.

Suddenly, Song Yi wanted to blow the cold wind.

So she got out of bed, put on slippers, and tiptoed out so as not to wake Murong Huan.

On the balcony.

The traces of fireworks had been cleaned up by the servants. She sat on the bench with a cup of hot milk in her hand, looking up at the moon in the sky.

It was a rare quiet.

Until the door was pushed open.

Song Yi turned around and saw the person coming and asked in surprise: "Shen Yujing? Why are you here?"

The boy was standing at the door, and when he heard Song Yi's voice, he instinctively hid the things in his hands behind him.

Song Yi naturally noticed it and asked: "What are you holding in your hand?"

Shen Yujing hesitated for a moment, but still walked over and sat next to Song Yi, then handed the gift bag in his hand to her, and turned around seriously and stopped looking at her.

Song Yi looked down at the bag in her arms, stretched out a finger and poked Shen Yujing's shoulder, and asked, "What's in here?"

Shen Yujing didn't look at her, but said awkwardly, "New Year's gift."

Gift?

Song Yi was a little curious, then lowered her head and opened the bag. There were two boxes, one big and one small.

Song Yi opened the small box first, and what caught her eye was a necklace, but it was a little special.

The hammer body was polished with pink crystal, and the hammer head was made of diamonds. It was actually a hammer-shaped necklace.

Song Yi couldn't help laughing and asked, "Is this the New Year's gift you prepared?"

After saying that, Song Yi handed the gift box to Shen Yujing.

"Don't you like it?" Shen Yujing pursed his lips and was a little at a loss for a moment when he saw Song Yi's actions.

Song Yi looked at him helplessly and said, "I asked you to help me put it on."

Hearing Song Yi's words, Shen Yujing was stunned for a moment, then smiled in disbelief and said quickly, "Okay, I'll help you put it on."

Although he said so, Shen Yujing was clumsy when he really helped Song Yi put it on.

It was just a buckle action, but he repeated it several times without success.

Looking at the white neck in front of him, the girl lowered her head and revealed her beautiful shoulder and neck lines. Perhaps because he was too close, he could smell a faint fragrance coming from her skin.

He was startled and the necklace slipped from his hands.

Song Yi caught the fallen necklace, turned around and asked him: "What are you doing? How can you not do such a small thing properly?"

"Who said that? I...my hands are frozen!" Shen Yujing immediately found an excuse to make up for himself, and hurriedly took the necklace back from Song Yi's hand, stretched out his hand to push her to turn around, "It's all your fault for moving around, otherwise I would have put it on long ago."

Song Yi rolled her eyes to the sky, not wanting to argue with him at all.

Shen Yujing was still a little nervous, but fortunately, God gave him face for a rare time, and this time he finally succeeded in buckling it.

Shen Yujing breathed a sigh of relief, immediately retracted his hand and turned his face away, and was a little afraid to look at her again.

Song Yi turned around again, wrapped the furry nightgown she was wearing a little tighter, and reached for another big box in the gift bag.

This time when she opened it, there was a piece of...cloth inside? ? ?

Song Yi took it out curiously and asked, "What is this? A blanket?"

This blanket is really ugly, with red and white colors put together and crooked.

But it feels good to the touch, and it should be warm to cover your legs...

"Blanket? What blanket?" Shen Yujing was anxious, he looked at Song Yi, "Take a good look at what this is?"

Huh? Isn't it a blanket?

Song Yi was stunned for a moment and raised the piece of cloth higher.

It was furry and very big. She had to spread her arms to pull it up completely, almost blocking all her vision.

Song Yi stared at the cloth for a minute, and Shen Yujing also stared at her for a minute, waiting for an answer.

Song Yi was silent for two seconds, then said, "...If this isn't a blanket, what else could it be?"

Shen Yujing got anxious, and he said, "This is a scarf!"

Song Yi: "?"

So she put on the cloth in front of Shen Yujing... Oh no, a scarf.

The scarf was very big, like a bath towel, enough to wrap most of her body inside, and there was still a lot of extra space.

Song Yi repeated what Shen Yujing had just said, but this time it was a question: "Is this a scarf? A bath towel is more like it."

Shen Yujing lost face instantly, and reached out to pull the scarf that Song Yi was wearing, with a bit of annoyance on his face, and said: "I knitted this by myself! If you don't like it, just give it back to me!"

Song Yi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood why the quality of this scarf was so good, why the color matching was so ugly, and why Shen Yujing was angry.

Did he knit it by himself?

Thinking of the scene of Shen Yujing holding the wool with a sad face and finally getting himself entangled in it, Song Yi found it very funny.

So Song Yi reached out to protect the scarf on her body, and also had some intention of teasing him, and said: "No, you said it was a New Year's gift for me. How can someone give a gift back?" "

Don't you dislike it? Then I'll take it back!"

Take it back first, knit a better-looking one and give it to her.

Shen Yujing thought so, and used a little more strength in his hands to fight with Song Yi.

Song Yi didn't expect that Shen Yujing really wanted to snatch the scarf back. He didn't use enough strength all of a sudden, and the whole person was dragged towards Shen Yujing.

Shen Yujing originally wanted to put the gift at Song Yi's door when he came out, but he didn't expect to see the balcony light on when he passed by here. He took a look by chance and didn't expect it was Song Yi.

So he was wearing very thin clothes at the moment, just a thin coat over his pajamas. After being blown by the cold wind for so long, he already felt that his limbs were frozen and stiff.

Suddenly, such a furry thing was delivered to his arms. Shen Yujing's first reaction was... It's quite warm?

Instinctively, Shen Yujing hugged the girl tighter. After realizing what he had done, his face instantly turned red.

This hug came too unexpectedly, but Song Yi did not reject this kind of physical contact.

Perhaps it was because she suddenly thought of the night when Shen Yujing mistook the firework barrel for a firecracker and stood in front of her in panic, and his eyes that were obviously red because of fear but still looked at her nervously. Although the

boy's mind is always clumsy, it is sincere enough to make people feel helpless or ridiculous, but they really can't feel any disgust.

Just when Song Yi was distracted, she felt that the hand around her shoulders not only did not loosen, but instead held it a little tighter.

The boy lowered his head, his chin resting on her forehead, and his voice was very low, as if suddenly carrying a bit of indescribable loneliness and seriousness.

He said: "It doesn't matter if you think this scarf is ugly, I will learn, I will definitely weave a better one for you, until you like it."

"It doesn't matter if I have shortcomings that you don't like, I will also learn and change, I will definitely do better than them, until..."

Until you like me too.