Night had deepened, and Song Wan stormed back into her bedroom in a fury.
On the desk stand lay a Flat Panel, and on it, Su Jin was doing simple stretching exercises—bending over to touch her toes, her hips wrapped in pajama shorts round and full like ripe peaches.
“.. You’re back?”
“Fuming mad!”
“Quit whining, cheer me up a bit.”
Song Wan rolled her eyes at her. “You kept nagging me not to pick you up after school…
I had already finished showering and was about to rest, and then you called me over again! What do you take me for? A driver?”
Su Jin sneered, “And you still pamper her?”
“She wouldn’t say a word, just flashes that Obstetrics and Gynecology ID card, how can I refuse?”
“Obviously fake.”
“Fake or not, I have to go! What if it’s real?”
Su Jin thought Song Wan was just stubborn.
How stubborn?
Like an atomic bomb leaving a deep crater in the ground, and the only thing left in the middle is her mouth.
“And you? Why aren’t you asleep yet?”
“Waiting for you to come back… my beloved ~~”
“Hmm?”
“Exercising… exercising!” Su Jin stretched desperately. “If I keep typing without moving, hemorrhoids will be the least of my worries. What if my spine gets damaged? That would be a real problem…”
“Didn’t you get that backwards?”
Hemorrhoids are the real big deal—hear it and you wince, listen and you shed tears.
“Don’t hate on me. We fairies don’t poop, so why fear hemorrhoids?!” A delicate beauty said softly, her enchanting eyes flashing with coyness.
Song Wan immediately rolled her eyes again. “With such poor flexibility, you shouldn’t come out to embarrass yourself. Just touching your toes, see how hard it is for you.”
With that, Song Wan casually leaned back, her body curving into a perfect arc.
When she straightened up, her long black hair was tousled, partially hiding her flawless, elegant face, giving her a lazy, cute look.
“See that? Out of 100 points, what would you give me?”
“87…” Su Jin pondered seriously before giving her score.
Song Wan frowned. “Where did you deduct points?”
Su Jin held her belly and laughed out loud. “Because I haven’t seen your 13 yet… Girl, take off your pants, let me have a look.”
“Get lost!” Song Wan scolded her.
Su Jin always liked to flirt verbally in front of her, though she was still a novice herself.
“Tsk tsk tsk… your chest is huge. That bend just now was incredible.”
Song Wan’s chest was indeed ample, and with that outfit, one could easily see the deep cleavage in her neckline.
“You’re flattering me. Yours isn’t small either,” Song Wan ruthlessly exposed her best friend’s little secret.
Feminine charm?
The round hips were real, but the chest… ha ha.
“Hey hey hey! Don’t hit the face when you hit, don’t expose the flaws when you scold.”
Su Jin sat upright and asked, “Question for you: Dogs go woof woof woof, cats go meow meow meow, chickens go cluck cluck cluck, so what about ducks?”
Logic told Song Wan this question wasn’t as simple as it seemed, so wisely, she kept silent.
Su Jin put on a serious face. “Dumb! It’s Auntie Don’t Want…”
Then she broke into a series of crazed, wicked laughter.
***
Song Wan suddenly thought of two idioms that perfectly matched her mood: “Choosing friends unwisely” and “Meeting the wrong person.”
She glanced at her and then noticed the background behind Su Jin was somewhat “messy.”
“Wait… where do you live?”
“That rental near the school…”
“Are your parents coming again?”
“Yeah, my little brother’s about to take his high school entrance exam, so they’ll come for tutoring… In a few days, I have to straighten my hair, get some awkward bangs, wear old clothes, and then I’ll need you to quietly inform the teachers so they don’t find out I’m on leave.”
Heartbreaking.
Su Jin’s family truly embodied extreme preference for sons over daughters.
After giving birth to a daughter, they hurried to have another child.
Luckily, the family had no background, and the doctors dared not reveal the gender; otherwise, Su Jin wouldn’t have made it out.
“So, you plan to keep this a secret forever?”
“Why not? Guess why my pen name is Jinyi Nightwalker?”
Su Jin smiled slyly like a fox who’d stolen a chicken. “I make a lot of money now, but I just won’t say it, hehe.”
Song Wan: “…”
Quietly getting rich—that was so Su Jin.
“And then?”
“And then what? Don’t you want to ask how much I’ve earned?” Su Jin was surprised, waiting for Song Wan to ask, so she could drop a shocking number and receive praise.
“Not interested… I just think your lies are getting bigger and bigger. If you don’t get into college, won’t your parents kill you?”
“How could that happen? Not getting into college saves them money, and I can start earning for my brother’s living expenses earlier… Then I’ll just go to work in a factory, disappear, and send them a thousand or so a month…”
Song Wan sneered, “And then they’ll arrange a marriage for you because you’re so pretty.”
“I’d ignore it… then I’ll need you to arrange a ‘job’ for me that can at least fool them.”
Song Wan sighed deeply. “To have family do this to you, that’s rare… even worse than Qin Sheng’s side, which at least is just a wicked stepmother. Yours is your own flesh and blood.”
“I don’t care. They didn’t like me from the start. In middle school, I even worried about whether I had money to buy snacks when relatives visited, and I borrowed money twice from classmates…”
“If I couldn’t make money now, I might have to endure it, but now that I’m earning a lot, I just see myself as an observer. No matter how double-faced they are, it doesn’t matter.”
“Observer?”
Su Jin’s eyes casually swept over the screen. “Like us writers, if we only use our brains to create worlds, we easily fall into the trap of ‘reinventing the wheel.’ So in life, you have to observe a lot…”
“Why do I sense a faint superiority complex?”
“You can think that if you want. Look, my brother’s living expenses ran out, and my dad just asked me if I had extra money to send him… He thinks I don’t know what he’s up to?”
“It’s just surfing the internet but he insists it’s buying books. I only get 800 a month, and now I have to send him 200. If I really relied on them, I’d have to eat vegetarian meals every day and couldn’t even afford snacks.”
If the family were really tight on money, Su Jin wouldn’t be so reckless.
But what infuriated her was that despite not being so tight, they played favorites.
Why does her brother get 2,000 a month and she only 800?
This is S City, after all. Excluding essential living expenses, it’s really tight.
Su Jin jabbed fiercely at her phone screen. “Damn it, he still hasn’t added me?”
“Who?”
“The new author I told you about. Finally got his contact info, but I can’t add him as a friend no matter what. Did he install some anti-fraud app?”
“Hey hey hey, what’s with this bootlicker attitude? Since when did you start adding people first?”
“Get lost!” Su Jin said gloomily.
“You don’t get the feeling of soul connection… There are many with similar genres and plots, but this one is so overlapping it’s like meeting another self in the vast sea of people. What you find interesting, he also finds interesting.”
Song Wan sneered quietly, “Is it really that exaggerated?”
Su Jin didn’t expect her to understand; this was the romanticism unique to authors.
No one in her past life understood her.
But now, she had met someone who shared the same inner world.
Like a forest hearing the wind, like the night embracing the stars…
“With how you are, if the other person is a handsome guy, won’t you throw yourself at him?”
“What are you saying? You think I’m as foolish as Qin Sheng?”
Su Jin had at least spared Shen Xiyan some face.
From any normal perspective, Qin Sheng was quite silly.
How long have you known him? Do you really know what kind of person he is?
She was different… the other side was an interesting soul~~
Song Wan glanced at her silly expression and sighed softly.
She thought: Being a literary hipster is a disease… especially for female literary hipsters—they’re sentimental, delicate, and easily moved by themselves…
And you still laugh at Qin Sheng?
Just wait, one day you’ll get yourself a cyber romance.