World One
Luan Ye didn't know how serious the situation had become, because no matter how he asked, the system refused to tell him.
He took the pen and notebook he had just bought, and while writing down his thoughts, he asked the system that was resting on his hair for the umpteenth time, "How's school going now?"
[What is the host saying?] Maoqiu seemed to have fallen in love with the feeling of lying in the host's hair. He lay on top of Luan Ye's head, and even the tone of his voice became lazy. [The system does not understand what you are trying to say.]
[You really don't know?] Luan Ye was almost laughing at their endless chatter. [I'm asking you if things have gotten too extreme. If so, I'm taking a taxi back right now.]
He doesn't want to be scolded by a bunch of people, but that doesn't mean he wants things to escalate to an irreversible point.
[Ouch!] The fur ball, which had been as steady as a rock just a moment ago, immediately bounced up as if someone had poked it. [Things haven't escalated to that point yet! Instead of worrying about this, the host should just write more. What if the inspiration disappears?!]
It is a system, so when Luan Ye composes, it can simulate the music synchronously.
But it is essentially different from humans, so it actually has no understanding of what is good or bad in the music created by humans.
Just by seeing the serious expression on the host's face when composing music, the system can be sure that this must be a good song.
——It hopes that the host can always write good music.
"Don't curse me." Luan Ye smiled, but he wasn't angry at the system's words. "My inspiration seems to have returned."
He wrote the song when his parents were planning to divorce and were kicking his ownership rights back and forth.
When Gao Yuan said he still needed time to think about it, he wrote a new song again.
During the time he was "together" with Yu Xiaoduo, he was also concentrating on writing music.
He was indeed gifted in composing music, but beneath this talent lay the habit of composing music regardless of his mood. If he had not had this habit to support him, he would not have written those songs.
But these songs, which were written when he was in a bad mood, are not comparable at all to the songs he wrote before.
What a person creates with his own hands can best reflect his thoughts and ideas at the current stage. This may be the reason why the old professor would talk to me from time to time.
...Old professor. Luan Ye thought of this and smiled subconsciously, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile. The old professor was probably regretting why he had been so kind to him in the past.
No matter what his original motives were, it does not change the fact that he was the one who caused the whole thing to happen.
Forget it! Luan Ye shook his head and cheered up again.
Looking at the flowers in full bloom in the park, he crossed out the lyrics he had just written and wrote a new one.
It doesn't matter. He doesn't care about these things anymore.
...maybe.
"No, I still can't get through to him." Xu Zhixin threw the phone away and stared at Luan Ye's empty bed for a while.
He climbed up the stairs and looked inside - Luan Ye's bed was very tidy. This person's bed was always very tidy, so tidy that other people would feel ashamed when seeing it.
The dormitory aunt had scolded them for this before and asked them to learn from Luan Ye, but they never learned it.
There were several pieces of music that had been scribbled and crossed out on Luan Ye's white desk.
Xu Zhixin wanted to take a look at the score written by Luan Ye, but when he saw that the score had many traces of corrections, he came down again.
For those in the composition department, music scores were more like diaries, deeply private. Even though he desperately wanted to know what Luan Ye's feelings were when he left, he couldn't possibly look at his music scores knowing all that.
"Don't worry." Liu Ting cleared his throat and comforted him. "Maybe he just wants to go out and relax. Who hasn't wanted to go out and relax sometimes? Don't you think?"
"I just feel... a little confused." Xu Zhixin plopped down on Liu Ting's bed. "Do we look unreliable? Is there something you can't just tell us directly? Or are we really untrustworthy?"
Liu Ting stared at him for a while, without answering, but directly looked away.
"What do you mean?" Xu Zhixin, who was still waiting for him to nod and agree, suddenly became angry.
What does it mean to look away?! Who are you insulting?
"This isn't a question of reliability or trust." Siyan, who was washing up in the bathroom, popped his head out, his mouth still filled with freshly melted foam. "Think about it yourself. If you were gay, would you dare to tell the people around you that you're gay?"
"Why wouldn't I dare?!" Xu Zhixin immediately puffed out his chest, then shrank back when all his roommates looked at him. "...Okay, I guess I really don't dare."
Some family members do not accept homosexuality, so who can guarantee that roommates can really accept this kind of thing?
"I just feel a little... how should I put it, sad. I also feel a little discouraged." Xu Zhixin sighed, "And I'm also... really a little worried that he'll be upset because of this..."
The walls of the sports school are very high, but security guards still come here to patrol from time to time.
Because the students in the sports school have well-developed motor skills and boundless energy, no matter how high the school wall is, they only need to take a few extra steps back when running up and push off the wall a few more times when climbing up, and they will be able to flip over.
Gao Yuan climbed over walls all day long and had gained experience in this field. He also knew when the security guards would come to patrol.
But now he couldn't wait any longer, so while the security guard was still patrolling, he rushed towards the wall, then, amidst the security guard's repeated "Hey!" sounds, he grabbed the top of the wall and flipped over.
He also knew that even if he went to Luan Ye's school to look for him now, he would most likely not be able to find him.
But he didn't want to stay in his school after knowing what Luan Ye had done.
He wanted to see Luan Ye.
He wanted to find out clearly whether Luan Ye really intended to break up with him.
[Transformation Progress: 50%!] The fur ball suddenly made a sound.
Luan Ye, sitting on a green-painted chair, flipped the page back in his notebook, his expression still a little confused. "Wait, I don't think I've asked you before, how do you calculate this judgment?"
Why did the renovation progress suddenly jump to 50%?
He clearly didn't do anything?
"The system makes decisions based on your changing mindset," Maoqiu explained, "because only a positive mindset can lead to a healthy love relationship."
"That sounds like chicken soup for the soul." Luan Ye complained.
He didn't trust this system that suddenly appeared at the beginning, so he naturally didn't have much hope that Gao Yuan and his mentality would change.
As for the fact that the progress had suddenly jumped to 50... He felt that he was now somewhat resigned to his own situation. And what about Gao Yuan? Had he also come to terms with it?
If two people have let go of it, can this be considered a good attitude in love?
Isn't this clearly going downhill?
Maoqiu understood Luan Ye's thoughts, but this time it did not answer Luan Ye's confusion.
Its creator said that both the creator's race and the host's race it is currently bound to actually have one thing in common.
That is, anything they believe in is difficult to be changed by the outside world.
unless……
Maoqiu secretly turned on the phone that Luan Ye had in his pocket.
Unless they can see it with their own eyes.
The music started playing.
Luan Ye listened attentively for a while and fell into thought: This is his favorite English song: As Long As You Love Me.
He even liked the song so much that he set it as his ringtone.
However, because most people now prefer social software and don’t like making phone calls, he doesn’t have much chance to hear this song when his ringtone rings.
——I don’t know who has such good taste.
Luan Ye looked around and suddenly felt that the sound was very close... He subconsciously touched his pocket and then touched his vibrating cell phone.
Well, it turns out that I’m the one with taste.
The system decisively shrank into his hair, hiding its merits and fame.
"What's going on?" Luan Ye closed the notebook on his lap and took out his phone, looking confused. "Didn't I turn it off before?"
He wasn't questioning himself when he said this, but rather questioning the hairball on his head. Luan Ye was certain he had turned off his phone, and he was also certain that the thing on his head was probably responsible.
The system ignored him and was pretending to be dead.
"Okay, very good." Luan Ye sneered and unlocked his phone. Then he looked at the name Gao Yuan displayed on the screen and said, "Just wait, I'll settle the score with you later!"
He pressed the answer button, ready to hear Gao Yuan's breakup words, but Gao Yuan on the other end didn't say a word, only heavy breathing could be heard.
Luan Ye glanced at the screen, making sure he hadn't accidentally clicked "hang up" before calling out, "...Hello?"
"Where are you now?" Gao Yuan asked on the other side.
"I'm at People's Park right now." Luan Ye looked around and answered the question subconsciously. After answering, he felt something was wrong - why did he answer Gao Yuan's question? "No, why did you call me suddenly?"
"Send me your location and stand still." Gao Yuan seemed to have stopped. "...I'll come find you. I have something to tell you."
"Breaking up doesn't have to be so ceremonial, right?" Luan Ye was a little confused.
"Who said I came to you because I wanted to break up with you?" Gao Yuan asked immediately, "When did I ever say I wanted to break up with you?"
Luan Ye really wants to ask you if you have seen my statement on the forum.
But it feels a little strange not to ask this question. It also seems strange to ask it directly.
After all, he had the system post the message on his own campus forum, not Gao Yuan's school forum. If Gao Yuan didn't know about this, then his death would be a social death.
At that time, he will become the first human to die socially.
And Luan Ye was really a little confused now - Gao Yuan hadn't spoken to him in this tone for some time.
The last time Gao Yuan spoke in such an unquestionable tone was when he asked Gao Yuan if he had thought it through and whether he wanted to date him.
Gao Yuan stared at him for a long time, then said the word "yes".
So why did Gao Yuan suddenly become like this... Luan Ye couldn't think of a suitable adjective for a moment. He felt like his brain had turned into a mess.
Very confused.
Very confused.
I still don't understand.
"Well, I'll hang up first." Luan Ye coughed.
"Remember to share the address with me," Gao Yuan reminded him from the other side, "Don't forget."
"Okay, I'll remember that." Luan Ye hung up the phone.
"Fur ball." Luan Ye shouted.
The thing above his head didn't move, nor did it respond to this statement.
Maoqiu is still trying hard to pretend to be dead.
"You said, Gao Yuan wouldn't be..." Luan Ye didn't really want Maoqiu to answer him, he just needed an opportunity to speak.
At this point, Luan Ye paused, his entire body sinking into a state of doubt about his life: "Want to come over and punch me?"
Otherwise, why would Gao Yuan call him?
Why does Gao Yuan's tone sound like he doesn't want me to break up with him?
And why...
[Ouch!] Maoqiu could no longer bear the host's countless "whys". [Host, you should first sort out your thoughts!]
It’s too noisy! Even the system thinks it’s too noisy!
Stop scrolling through your mind!
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