Chapter 61: Luo Yu

No one understood this book better than Su Yao—no one!

Because the author of this book was none other than Kan Da Bi Mantou…

Gulp.

Nervously swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Su Yao sneaked a glance at the short-haired girl beside her named Luo Yu.

She always felt a bit awkward around her, like there was a splinter under her clothes, itching terribly.

But in such a public setting, she definitely couldn’t just reach inside her clothes and scratch, right?

That would be way too embarrassing.

Knowing Su Yao’s personality, if she did that, she might as well say goodbye to living in this city.

Pretending her throat was uncomfortable, Su Yao rubbed her nose with her finger, thinking that no one could find out she was writing this kind of stuff—especially not her senior.

If her senior found out she was writing peachy stories about her, would she hold a grudge?

And what if her senior punished her by making her read it out loud in front of everyone… Ahhh, she didn’t dare even imagine it!

“Ahem, what? I haven’t read it, so I’m not really sure…”

“Hehe~”

Luo Yu smiled, ready to recommend the book to Su Yao.

In her eyes, the writing was decent, the plot average, but the orange content was top-notch—a fine piece of fan material.

She wanted to develop a friendship based on this shared interest.

She had tried recommending it to others before, but all she got were indifferent responses, which left her disappointed.

No one seemed to appreciate it.

But in the crowd, Luo Yu immediately singled out Su Yao, sensing her potential in this area.

Plus, finding out Su Yao was close to the admired Mu Nüshen only added to her respect for this usually friendless classmate.

Even, if fate allows…

Ahem, getting off track. Luo Yu really hoped to be friends with Su Yao.

As someone with a special hobby, finding friends who shared it wasn’t easy.

After all, most of the class were straight guys, and few were interested in this.

“Su Yao, you have to take a look, it’s really good.”

“Ah, okay, I’ll check it out later.”

Seeing Luo Yu’s expression like she wouldn’t let go until Su Yao agreed, Su Yao felt quite troubled.

To stop her from continuing, she just agreed first.

“That’s great. The author will surely become a great talent in the future. It’s just a pity this one seems to have been abandoned—no updates for a few days now. Such a premature end, really unfortunate, really unfortunate~” Luo Yu looked genuinely regretful, as if mourning.

But Mantou-sensei wasn’t dead yet—she was sitting right next to her!

Because this was a private account, Mantou-sensei’s username wasn’t used for class contacts, so Luo Yu hadn’t realized that Su Yao and Mantou-sensei were one and the same.

Su Yao was secretly glad she had kept it that way.

If she’d been exposed publicly, the embarrassment would have been unbearable.

Thinking this, she echoed, “Yeah, it is a pity.”

“Hey, Su Yao, you’re a girl, right?”

Luo Yu suddenly lowered her voice, looking at Su Yao with a mysterious sparkle in her eyes, as if Su Yao’s background was a profound mystery.

But Su Yao didn’t intend to answer.

The atmosphere instantly quieted down.

Seeing Su Yao’s disinterest in the topic, Luo Yu quickly switched to another subject before it got awkward.

“Are you going to be responsible for taking photos to document the event?

The Ban Dao just remembered this, or rather, she hadn’t planned on taking it so seriously at first.

But later she changed her mind and decided to do it properly.”

Movies and many projects often have a documentary to record the scene—called a Jilu Pian, simple and straightforward.

Zhang Li asked Su Yao to do something similar.

Video wasn’t convenient for them, so photos were a better record.

A phrase popped into Su Yao’s mind: photos are shadows of the past that are kept.

Su Yao’s past hadn’t been pleasant; she didn’t want to recall it.

But now, many beautiful memories were starting to appear in her life.

If she wanted to keep them, she could capture them with a camera.

Her senior had asked her to take some photos during the performance—perhaps to get her to start noticing and recording certain moments.

With that thought, Su Yao said to Luo Yu, “She told me about it, but I haven’t agreed yet…”

“Really?”

Luo Yu blinked.

She thought it was normal for Su Yao to refuse, but with words like “yet” and “haven’t agreed,” she wasn’t an idiot—she knew Su Yao was still considering it.

If you’re just taking photos with your phone, others might give you a stiff smile at best.

But if you come with a camera, everyone gets more enthusiastic.

Carry a big lens, a tripod, and a fill light, and people respect you.

When you walk by, they’ll pull out a nicer pack of cigarettes to offer you.

Taking photos for the class is a great way to gain popularity.

Handle this well, and everyone will become familiar with you.

But Su Yao clearly wasn’t the type for that, nor did she care about popularity.

Though that was a good thing, Luo Yu didn’t try to persuade her.

Instead, she talked about herself.

“Listen, I was just here to blend in, but someone spilled the beans about me being able to make clothes, so now I have to make three sets. It’s supposed to be paid with class funds, but they’re so stingy!”

Stingy…

Seeing Luo Yu’s indignant expression, Su Yao wondered what Yun Qing’s face would look like when he’s showered with gold coins?

She seemed pretty rich… Did she ever return that computer last time?

Or not?

Maybe she did?

She’d check when she got home…

Speaking of clothes, Su Yao looked at what she was wearing.

She’d had it on for a while, and if nothing changed, she’d probably wear the same set all winter: a down jacket paired with loose fleece-lined jeans.

If it got colder, she’d just add layers underneath.

Her senior said to go out and stroll around—did she mean shopping?

Should she dress nicer that day?

Su Yao’s mind was full of thoughts.

Luo Yu was actually a hidden chatterbox.

Su Yao hadn’t expected her to talk so much.

Luo Yu only stopped when the class was about to start, while Su Yao kept silent the entire time.

Before the evening study bell rang, Su Yao received a message from Mu Nanqiu after unlocking her phone and logging into QQ.

Mu Nanqiu: “Your teacher told me about your situation.”

Su Yao: “Cat question.jpg”

Mu Nanqiu: “Remember to take lots of photos, anything you want to shoot is fine. Just return the camera after the New Year. I’ll be checking the assignments then.”

Su Yao took a sharp breath.

The two keywords in that sentence—“assignments” and “check”—made her heart race.

If her grades were too bad, would Nanqiu be angry with her?

And if they were good…