Quick-wear flirting system: being spoiled by gods in the plane

Chapter 201 Even Professors Confess—Female Protagonist's Perspective [Part 4] (47)

Chang Le bought water and placed it on Ji Ye's table.

She didn't dare sit there waiting for him, so she went to the railing at the end of the corridor.

This high school is located in the suburbs, offering views of rolling mountains and misty sunsets that are unseen in the city.

As a gentle breeze blew by, Chang Le had been lost in thought for a while.

"!" Chang Le's face suddenly turned cold, and she subconsciously stepped back.

A large hand supported her, and a boy's clear, husky laughter came from behind her.

Ji had already changed her clothes, and her hair was still wet, as if she had just washed it.

He leaned against the railing and turned to hand her a bottle of water.

That's what just froze her face.

Chang Le shook her head: "No need, thank you."

Ji didn't move; his hand was still outstretched.

"..." Chang Le took it. "Thank you. I'll give you the money later."

"Don't be so polite, drink up, it's chilled." Ji Ye took the bottle of water she had placed on the table with her other hand and drank it, her Adam's apple bobbing.

"...I'll go first."

"Changle."

Ji interrupted her.

The young man turned to look at her, his eyes gentle and kind.

Let's apply to the same university.

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From then onwards,

Ji Ye never said anything ambiguous.

Because he confessed his feelings directly.

Chang Le didn't know what to do, so she could only avoid him.

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Ji also stopped her from asking questions.

"Do you know the game 'Minecraft'?" the boy asked.

He grabbed her hand: "Tell me what kind of house you want, and I'll build it for you, okay?"

"How about we buy a house like this in the future?"

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Seasons are everywhere.

The school principals who crack down on early romantic relationships are everywhere.

He was caught.

But because there was no real evidence and no impact on the results, the director could only watch helplessly.

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When I was in my second year of high school, my mother and uncle separated in a de facto way.

The mother was tired of the child, and also tired of the mother-in-law who would try to commit suicide by drinking pesticide every few days and subtly ask the child, "Did your aunt and sister bully you?"

I'm even more fed up with that mama's boy uncle who doesn't care about anything and hasn't even joined his own child's parents' group chat.

Mom moved into Uncle's house.

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Grandma didn't understand why Mom was always dissatisfied with the men she found.

It's clear that Mom chose all the people herself.

My father was, my first stepfather was, and my second stepfather was.

Chang Le knew her mother's answer.

She said it.

“I never found this for myself, but for you, for your grandparents to have a pillar of support.”

The first stepfather had a wide network of connections—"I contacted him for the sake of the family. Your grandfather got into trouble at the construction site, and he was the one who settled things for him several times."

The second stepfather had a child—"That way you'll have a younger brother who can protect you in the future."

"..."

Chang Le felt uncomfortable every time she heard such an explanation.

She didn't know, she couldn't figure it out.

Is Mom truly sacrificing herself for everyone, or is she just making excuses for her failed marriage?

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Even after the division into arts and science classes, Ji was still omnipresent.

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Chang Le gradually gave up on integrating into groups that were not suitable for her.

She gradually realized that,
She's suited to be alone.

I'm used to being alone.

I like being alone.

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When Chang Le realized that she really liked Ji Ye, she was terrified.

She doesn't want to get married.

I won't get married, so I won't date.

Because a major reason for dating is to spend time together and see if we can get married.

She is afraid.

She felt that marriage was wrong, disgusting, and pessimistic.

She dared not gamble on a person's character, loyalty, or whether they would betray her.

The mundane realities of daily life can erode all passion and love.

People change.

Love can change.

Everything changes.

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My mother changed too, after separating from my uncle, after being scolded by my maternal grandparents, and after being subjected to strange looks and gossip from relatives.

She put away her high heels and cosmetics and stopped dressing up.

The bright, confident smile that used to grace her face was gone. She no longer attended any relatives' gatherings or weddings.

Her eyes, too, darkened without her realizing it.

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Chang Le, in fact, is not very good at explaining what details are.

But she could sense it.

It was just a fleeting moment, a moment of panicked heartbeat, followed by an explosion of surprise, admiration, gratitude, and warmth.

Upon reflection, it seems she has met many kind people.

That's not a one-sided view. It should be that at some point in their interactions, they showed her kindness.

It was an evening during self-study.

She had become numb from doing so many problems, and that day she wasn't quite herself; she was very listless.

On her way to get water from the classroom, Chang Le dropped and broke her water cup.

It was sudden and very loud.

The people in the classroom heard the whispers.

Chang Le paused for a few seconds, then squatted down and picked up the glass shards with his hands.

Actually, she hadn't even realized what was happening yet.

"Don't cut your hand."

A male voice came from above.

She looked up abruptly, but it was right after class, and the corridor was crowded; she couldn't find it.

"Don't pick it up with your hands, just sweep it."

This time it was a female voice.

Chang Le confirmed the source and looked towards it.

The girl was small, holding a water cup, and looked at her with a gentle and earnest expression.

Chang Le realized what was happening, got up and went back to the classroom to get a broom and dustpan.

When she came out, all the crumbs on the ground were gone.

Two girls, her classmates, had already cleaned it up.

Chang Le stood there, stunned, repeatedly saying thank you.

They smiled and replied, "No, no."

Chang Le and the others don't usually communicate much.

But they were helping her.

They, and the boy whose voice could not be found, were all very gentle people.

They were all very small, even very ordinary things.

Chang Le wrote it down, and has kept it to this day.

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She suddenly realized that she had never had a room of her own.

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In her senior year of high school, Chang Le returned to the same state of fear and numbness she had experienced in her junior year of middle school.

She often stood by the railing at the end of the corridor, lost in thought.

Ji would always find her and quietly stay by her side.

Once again realizing that someone was beside her, Chang Le lowered her eyes and murmured a question to him about what he liked about her.

“There’s no reason to like someone,” Ji Ye said after a moment of silence.

Chang Le: "...I'm a terrible person, can't you tell?"

She can be hateful, irritable, dark, vain, selfish, and fantasize about killing everyone.

She often argues with her family at home, but is timid and domineering outside.

She's terrible, utterly awful.

She watched her family members remain silent; watched them hesitate to speak; watched them look at other people's children with envy; watched her grandparents' white hair and aged eyes.

The repeated feeling of suffocating helplessness shattered and crushed her.

She hated that she wasn't good enough, that she couldn't be her parents' pride, or something they could boast about.

Selfish, vain, stupid, slow-witted, and unlikable.

Weak, indifferent, callous, morbid, and psychologically distorted.

She was an ordinary, unremarkable person.

He is a ridiculous person who thinks he can survive by redeeming himself.

It's like a puddle of mud, nothing at all.

She wasn't as good as he thought at all; couldn't he see that?

"I can't tell," Ji Ye replied.

“You feed stray cats and dogs, give money to beggars, and accept flyers with both hands and say thank you. These actions happen when no one is paying attention. You are a very good person. Can’t you see that yourself?”

Chang Le choked up: "...What if I'm a hypocrite?"

"Then your ability to fake it for so many years is also a virtue."

Without hesitation, Ji said, "How about we make a deal?"

"You tutor me in humanities, I'll tutor you in sciences, and we'll both get into universities in big cities. How about that?"

Chang Le looked at him. A gentle breeze blew by, and stray hairs tickled the corners of her eyes, concealing her wet tears.

She suddenly asked, "Would you betray me?"

Ji Ye raised an eyebrow: "What?"

Chang Le: "..."

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She agreed almost imperceptibly.

She told Ji about her family of origin, how she blamed her cheating parents, and her pessimistic views on marriage.

The latter listened quietly, his eyes red, then hugged her and whispered:
"I will never betray you."

"Chang Le, we will not follow in your parents' footsteps, absolutely not."

Chang Le's eyes reddened.

At that time, Chang Le thought the broken windows theory wouldn't happen to her.

She believed that she too could have a traditional, beautiful, and happy future.

And Ji Ye.

(End of this chapter)