Chapter 27: The Girl with the Upturned Lips
If you like something from a stranger and don't want to steal or rob it, the first step is to get to know the person.
Zhai Da's first step was undoubtedly successful.
He didn't have time to slowly build up a friendship with the girl named Lu Siwen, so he had to use some tricks.
Of course, this routine is purely utilitarian in order to get the pen, and is definitely not for flirting.
At most, we make friends through literature!
After returning home, Zhai Da turned his phone to silent mode and continued to watch the thrilling "High School Mathematics Lecture 7".
The phone screen flickered, but Zhai Da remained unmoved.
It wasn't until half past twelve, when I finished taking a shower and lay in bed, that I checked it.
Sure enough, there was a series of "contact not saved" messages.
"Classmate, I'm the girl on the overpass today, Lu Siwen. I don't know your name yet."
"Classmate, your micro-novel is so well written that I still can't calm down."
"Classmate, do you write often? What kind of books do you like to read? Why is your writing so good?"
"classmate,...."
Zhai Da nodded, his mouth already curled up.
It can no longer be described as "straight bite", the fishing rod is directly inserted into the fish's mouth.
Your last name is Lu... This is really...
He wrote about the girl named "Lu" purely because of the night road he walked with Lu Wei.
But writing it as Lu was a bit pretentious and awkward, so I changed it to Lu when I started writing.
Now it seems even more awkward... I can only hope that the other party doesn't think too much...
The prompts given by the system played a great role in making the process go so smoothly.
New special items have been discovered several times, and Zhai Da has also learned to use the system more flexibly.
The system's description of [Equipment] itself carries important information that can help him understand some secrets.
For example, the owner of "Cangzhenxuan" must have been addicted to TV dramas since childhood, and Lu Siwen is a "literary girl".
Since only items that have been entangled with strong emotions, obsessions, and feelings can be recognized by the system as "special items", it also means that the descriptions of these items can reveal the original owner's deepest character and habits.
Well... the most profound may be too arbitrary, but it must be an important part of one's personality.
Is this also a kind of...cheap "qi-reading technique"?
This is the fun of developing a system. You need to find a method of use that suits you, rather than being led by the system rigidly.
Zhai Da carefully read all of Lu Siwen's messages, then put the phone aside again.
It is impossible to reply, but he asks the other party to come to the class to find him tomorrow.
There must be enough offline contact to find the right time and occasion to ask for the pen.
There is no point in just chatting on the phone. It's like a garbage can, even dogs wouldn't do that.
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On the other side, a few kilometers away.
In one of the rare high-end residential areas in Dongyang County, Lu Siwen lay on his side in his pajamas.
Lying in bed, I glance at my Nokia N96 every three minutes.
Every time I went to see her, her nose would wrinkle slightly, and she would bury her head in the pillow in disappointment.
Unfortunately, my neck is about to cramp, but I still haven’t received a reply.
"Why aren't you replying... Is your phone out of battery? Is he taking a shower?"
"That's not right. We're all in our third year of high school. Maybe his family is very strict, so he doesn't get his phone often..."
"Oh... I really want to discuss this! 'Streetlights and Wine'... It's so well written. All my previous thoughts have been washed away. Now my head is full of his words..."
"The girl surnamed Lu...is it a coincidence? Or does he know about her?"
Wearing goose yellow pajamas, like a curvy pancake, Lu Siwen tossed and turned seven or eight times on the soft big bed.
Lu Siwen pondered for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Her pretty face turned red, and she stretched out her sinful little hand and reached into the drawer of the bedside table.
I took out the paper that I had reread for who knows how many times.
“The handwriting is also very beautiful.”
The writing style between the lines was far beyond the level of a high school student, and every word seemed to be written in her heart.
I'm both concerned and overwhelmed.
The other person wrote it on the spot while looking at the same night view as me... How talented...
Has he written anything else? I'd love to read it...
"Wenwen, why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Lu Siwen quickly turned off the lights, buried his head in the quilt, and said in a deliberately dazed voice: "I'm already asleep and forgot to turn off the lights."
The footsteps outside the door moved away again.
Only the girl's hot cheeks were left, blending with the coolness of the silk quilt.
Such a strange feeling...
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It's a new day and a new sunrise.
Walking into the teaching building, Zhai Da glanced at the key class from afar. Lu Siwen was most likely from the liberal arts class, which was Class 11.
However, it is impossible for him to take the initiative to find the other party, so he can only wait and see.
In class, Zhai Da listened attentively. After making up for some basic math, his physics class was no longer a mystery to him and he could understand some of it.
This is undoubtedly a good thing. No matter how much you complain about the [Old Man's TV] in your heart, you will use it without hesitation.
If we take into account the state of "listening without understanding" in class in the previous few days, in fact, in the eyes of his classmates, Zhai Da has changed for some time.
Many people feel that Zhai Da’s “learning attitude” has become particularly serious.
This surprised many people, especially those who wanted to see a fool of themselves.
The one who felt it the most was his deskmate Yang Fan. His grades were also very poor, even worse than Zhai Da's before. These days, it was obvious that Zhai Da seemed to have awakened.
This made him feel a little uncomfortable. Most of the motivation for high school students comes from comparison, and most of their inferiority complex comes from comparison.
After the embarrassing news of Zhai Da's confession being rejected came out, he felt a little gloating.
Unfortunately, I wanted to get some secret satisfaction from Zhai Da's depression, and have a feeling of "I am better than him, at least I didn't embarrass myself by confessing my feelings."
The result was completely different from what he had imagined, and Zhai Da even became more motivated.
After class, seeing Zhai Da fluently flipping through the Chinese textbook and reciting the text, Yang Fan couldn't help but say:
"Zhai Da, did you understand what I just said?"
"No."
"Have you been studying hard recently?"
“No.”
Zhai Da had no desire to chat at all. His male deskmate, with whom he had an average relationship, was about as important to him as the shovel in the corner of the classroom.
Yang Fan suddenly asked, "Do you still like Lin Shuyao?"
Zhai Da turned his head slightly and asked, "Did you steal the straws from the cafeteria?"
Yang Fan was stunned: "No~"
"Why do you care so much?"
Yang Fan could only hide his embarrassment by keeping a blank expression.
At the same time, at the back of the classroom, several boys gathered together to gossip.
As the weather was getting hotter, a strange smell gradually emerged in the classroom, so the back door was opened during breaks for ventilation.
"Have you heard? Someone in the class is having a secret crush."
"That's nothing new."
"Lin Shuyao has a crush on Zhai Da."
"What the hell! What! Explain in detail!"
"Why do you think Chu Xiang bothered him yesterday?"
In fact, when everyone heard the news, in addition to being shocked, they also felt a little uncomfortable. They might not all like Lin Shuyao, but this girl was indeed dazzling.
She is good-looking, tall, and good at studying.
Translated into human language, it means: pretty, with legs and brains.
It’s like a man looking at an expensive Vacheron Constantin in the window. Even if he knows it can’t possibly belong to him, as long as it’s still in the window and has no owner, he will have a kind of self-comfort that “everything is possible”.
Or fantasy.
"That's not right... Didn't they say that Zhai Da fainted after failing to confess his feelings? How come it's the other way around?"
"I think that rumor was false. Maybe Lin Shuyao spread it deliberately after being rejected by Zhai Da because of a love-hate relationship..."
"Lin Shuyao is not such a girl."
"Why, you know her well? You don't have a crush on her too, do you?"
The other party quickly denied it three times: "Impossible! Don't talk nonsense! I didn't do it!"
Just as they were whispering, a clear and soft voice suddenly sounded from outside the door.
"Hello, I'm looking for someone..."
Several boys immediately forgot their previous sense of loss and immersed themselves in the new "heartbeat".
Vacheron Constantin has been bought by someone, but there is still Patek Philippe!
If Lin Shuyao is the template of Bai Yueguang, then the one in front of him... is the embodiment of the cinnabar mole.
The small face, the size of a palm, is pink and tender, with a nose as white as jade and lips as white as flower.
What impressed people most was her eyes, the light in them was like untainted jewels.
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