"Old Lin! What's wrong with you today? Weren't you the most opposed to this before?"
"Times change."
Lin Jianguo seemed to take it all in stride.
"As long as it doesn't interfere with studies, and doesn't lead to anything out of line, a slight, vague attraction is fine."
Perhaps, we can even learn from each other.
Besides, if you keep your child locked in a cage every day, what will happen when he grows up?
"It's a real problem if you don't even know how to talk to girls."
"you……"
Wang Xiulian was so choked up that she couldn't speak for a long time.
In the end, they could only turn their anger towards Lin Que, who was watching the show.
"Xiao Que! Listen to what your father is saying!"
As Wang Xiulian was speaking, her chopsticks suddenly stopped.
His gaze swept over Lin Que's face twice, and his tone became somewhat meaningful:
"Speaking of this, son..."
You're quite a prominent figure now, after all.
At school...were there any female classmates who particularly admired you?
They've arrived.
Alarm bells rang in Lin Que's mind.
This roundabout tactic, this familiar formula.
He put down his chopsticks and looked at Wang Xiulian with a serious expression:
"Mom, your thinking is too dangerous."
Lin Que put down his chopsticks, his face filled with heartache.
"Do you know how clingy the combined science exam is?"
Physics requires my company every day, Chemistry gets moody all the time, and Biology requires me to coax it.
I'm completely exhausted from dealing with these three agonizing people every day.
How could I possibly have the energy to flirt with other female classmates?
Wang Xiulian was amused by his serious nonsense, feeling both annoyed and amused:
"You silly child, I'm talking to you about serious matters, and you're starting to ramble on again."
"I'm not making this up."
Lin Que sighed, his face showing the weariness of "heavy academic workload".
"Those science books are thicker than my skin."
I'm too busy dating them every day to think about anything else.
Seeing that a meal was about to turn into a family interrogation, Lin Que decisively used his escape technique.
"Dad, Mom, I'm full."
The air in Nanjing is so dry that my inspiration is almost dried up.
I need to go back to my studio to rehydrate, otherwise I won't be able to write my final exam essay, and Teacher Shen will have to talk to you all.
After saying that, he grabbed his coat and, under the helpless yet doting gazes of his parents, slipped out of the house as fast as he could.
...
SOHO Future City.
Lin Que threw himself into the beanbag chair and let out a long sigh of relief.
Dealing with your parents is much more tiring than dealing with the chairman of the Writers' Association.
He took out his phone and tapped on the familiar rabbit avatar.
【木欮】: Finally returned safely and achieved a partial victory.
The message was sent out and received a reply shortly thereafter.
[Beethoven on the run]: Oh, the great writer's back? Didn't your mom nag you to death? [Evil grin]
[木欮]: Almost. But thanks to my excellent literary skills and love of learning, I successfully diverted the attention.
[Beethoven on the run]: [Image: A rabbit giving a thumbs up.jpg]
[Beethoven on the run]: Speaking of which, your idol, the 'Dream Weaver of Hell,' is up to his old tricks again.
Have you seen it? He's being bombarded with criticism online.
【木欮】: I saw it. That's good, it shows there's a lot of attention.
[Beethoven on the run]: Your mentality is something else [facepalm].
[Beethoven on the run]: However, I just listened to a very strange piece of music.
Suddenly it dawned on me that since Jian Shen is ferrying living people under the sunlight,
So, it doesn't seem wrong for a dream weaver to ferry the dead in the dark.
[Beethoven on the run]: One is responsible for making the living want to die, and the other is responsible for making the dead want to live.
Let's wait and see if this fire starts.
Let's see if it was Li Kui who killed Li Gui, or if these two were always in cahoots. [Eating popcorn]
Lin Que looked at the screen, the smile on his lips gradually deepening.
This girl's intuition is frighteningly accurate.
He closed the chat window and glanced at the various forums.
The hashtag #DreamWeaverExtortingProfilesIsProfound# is still trending on social media.
The square was filled with shouting matches between the two groups of fans, as well as countless sarcastic remarks from onlookers.
The hype has reached its peak.
All that anger, doubt, and ridicule will become the best fuel for the new book.
Lin Que closed the social media app and opened the writing app.
He flexed his fingers, and his knuckles made a crisp sound.
It's time to light it.
He created a new document and slowly typed in the title bar.
Chapter 1: Convenience Store No. 444
Have you ever wondered if ghosts really exist?
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