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“Hey, as the saying goes, even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness. What can’t we talk about?” Zhong Taihong shook his head: “Hurry up and make up. Stop whining and bothering us.”

"Damn, wait a minute, you're about to lead me astray." Mo Xiangwen said with a dark face, "What bullshit about the hundred days of grace between husband and wife? I'll emphasize again, Yan Nuoya and I have a completely innocent classmate and friend relationship."

"Heh, you've already called me by name." Xi Shaojie sneered, "And you still say we're just friends?"

"You're all crazy. Do you love-struck people see everyone as someone you're dating?" Mo Xiangwen cursed, then ignored the two of them.

Sigh, it seems that using platitudes won't work.

Yan Nuoya's personality is far too cautious, even more so than his.

She was discovered this morning and immediately gave up on continuing the conversation, without even making a few more jokes at all... Perhaps this was a form of teasing in itself.

Since asking questions won't work, let's think about whether there are any clues.

As soon as overload mode was activated, memories of past interactions with Yan Nuoya flashed through his mind.

The first time we met was in a scenic area, and her reaction seemed normal.

Although he was utterly captivated by Yan Nuoya's beauty, Yan Nuoya's reaction to him at the time was indifferent, just like that of an ordinary passerby.

The second time was while waiting for and on the high-speed train. She was holding a notebook and writing something, and she seemed perfectly normal.

If we could get our hands on that notebook, it might be of some help to him.

But that's practically impossible; even if the notebook were right in front of him, he couldn't just peek at someone else's notes.

But on the high-speed train... Mo Xiangwen frowned. He wasn't sure if Yan Nuoya was looking at him at the time.

The third time, when he went downstairs to pick up his takeout at the hotel, he saw Yan Nuoya sitting on the sofa on the first floor, looking like a complete rascal, as if she was waiting for someone.

Judging from Yan Nuoya's subsequent reaction and their conversation, the person she was waiting for might be him.

Yes, there's definitely a problem with this step.

If Yan Nuoya is truly waiting for him, then what gives her the right?

He had only met Yan Nuoya twice in total, so why would Yan Nuoya be waiting for him?

If there's a problem with this step, does it prove that Yan Nuoya must have already recognized him in the previous two steps?

Was it not just his imagination that someone was looking at him on the high-speed train? Or was it possible that Yan Nuoya was actually looking at him?

What else? Why would he be so self-conscious as to think that Yan Nuoya was angry with him?

She had a completely expressionless face... Yes, she usually smiled when she was with me, so her expressionless face said enough.

The tone of voice and the atmosphere were also different from how she usually communicated.

By the way, if we consider Yan Nuoya's attitude towards people she meets for the first time, and her attitude towards people she sees for the second or third time.

It is almost certain that Yan Nuoya knew him long ago.

Could it be a relative's or a neighbor's child? Mo Xiangwen decided to call his parents directly to ask.

"Hey, Dad, can you and Mom think about it? Do we have any relatives with the surname Yan in our family?"

【You don't need to ask your mom, I can tell you with absolute certainty that it didn't happen.】

"Ask, ask, Dad, please ask quickly, this is very important."

Okay, fine.

Then, the conversation between Mo Chenfeng and Zhou Xiuqin could be heard on the other end of the phone. After a short while, the phone was picked up again.

I asked, and I'm absolutely certain there are no relatives with the surname Yan.

"No? What about the neighbor's kids or something?"

【No. 】

"Wait a minute, what about my childhood sweetheart?" Mo Xiangwen questioned, "Shouldn't the plot have a cute girl who's always wanting to play with me?"

[What childhood sweetheart? Almost everyone in the neighborhood is a boy.]

Besides, given your personality when you were a child, you wouldn't have known how to play with girls.

Wow, as expected of Dad, he really understands him.

Indeed, he used to play ball, swim, catch shrimp, and fish with other boys. He even retained the hobby of fishing until he became a corporate slave.

I have absolutely no impression of playing with cute little girls.

"So, you've figured it out? You know you need to find a girlfriend now?"

"Hahaha, definitely, definitely, next time!"

Mo Xiangwen hung up the phone and was about to push the overload mode to work harder when a strong feeling of hunger surged up, almost making him faint.

Damn it, I'm so hungry.

I almost forgot that this useless cheat ability can eat a lot, and not only does it eat a lot, it also doesn't do anything.

Aside from improving focus and thus efficiency, it's utterly useless.

This guy with such a knack for it hasn't even properly reflected on whether he's put in the effort for so many months.

Forget photographic memory, forget precise muscle control, forget imitation—at least give him one of those!

goo—

A strong complaint came from his stomach, forcing him to completely stop his wild thoughts.

...Forget it, criticizing a cheat code that improves efficiency feels like criticizing my own incompetence.

I don't want to think about it too much anymore. Let me just order some late-night snacks first.

Mo Xiangwen sighed, ordered takeout, returned to his seat, closed his eyes to rest and reduce energy consumption.

The moment I close my eyes, all I see is Yan Nuoya's smiling face.

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As we all know, the launch message is also called a tearful message, so if I don't cry, it seems a bit out of place.

But with my past performance, it seems I really should cry.

Not to mention that my book was discovered by other authors and successfully targeted, which made me even more upset.

One box after another was finished, and eventually almost everyone who was active in the group knew about it. I wanted to die.

There are many reasons why I wrote this book, but I don't think anyone would want to hear them. Just consider it as me trying to commit suicide by writing an original work.

I'll continue writing original stories about everyday life in parallel worlds.

Yeah, I don't even dare to write about anything below the university level. I can only fictionalize local areas and universities. I'm such a coward.

Although my fellow authors all say that writing original content is a dead end.

But it seems like quite a few friends are voting in support now, which makes me a little embarrassed.

Now that things have come to this, it seems too late for regrets, so I'll just write as much as I can.

*Slap!* Serves you right for writing original content without knowing your place. *Slap!* Serves you right for writing original content without knowing your place.

I was wrong, I was really wrong, I'll never dare to write that again.

Actually, I'm aware that some readers have already told me about my unusually short update schedule.

It's not that I don't want to update earlier; I'm trying my best to adjust my schedule to suit my writing.

But there's really nothing I can do. I've been having a really tough time lately. Various reasons have made my writing condition extremely poor, which means I need to spend even more time writing.

But I've had plenty of them since I started writing this book, including yesterday. That chapter was a two-in-one, and I was just too sleepy and forgot to mark it.

Speaking of updates, I'll probably update three... no, maybe two? I'll try my best, and I'll try to adjust the update schedule.

However, it seems that no one will object (referring to the collective silence).

Bounty? Do I look like the kind of person who would dare to offer a bounty?

Chapter Forty-Nine: The Counselor's Invitation

The two-week military training passed in a flash, and the students, having finally ended their arduous days, returned to their normal school life.

A seductive question: @Pigeon, hasn't Pigeon's computer arrived yet?

Here's a seductive hint: Everyone's waiting for you to play "Hungry Ghosts" together.

I've already given up: I haven't decided what computer to buy yet.

Bai Bai: Didn't we say we were going to buy it before?

I'm thinking of getting my own desktop computer, since desktop computers have better performance and heat dissipation, but they're a bit inconvenient in the dorm.

I'm canceling: firstly, the dorm will have a power outage, and secondly, I'm not quite used to the dorm.

I'm out of luck: In this situation, buying a laptop would be better, but I personally prefer a desktop computer, as it's more comfortable to play games with others.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: What's wrong? Not a good roommate?

Human-Dragon Unity: Why? As for college roommates, everyone is an adult and should be quite reasonable.

Harmony between man and dragon: If all else fails, we can just keep to ourselves and do our own thing.

"Broken up": That's a bit of an exaggeration. My roommate is a pretty good person, it's just that I'm not very good at getting along with others.

Bai Bai: Really? I feel that Pigeon's social skills are much better than mine.

He skipped it: Haha...Isn't that amazing?

It's a no-go: As for everyone doing their own thing, the atmosphere just feels a bit strange and not very comfortable.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Should I tell my counselor to change dorm rooms?

I've backed out: My situation makes it difficult to change dorms.

I'm canceling: And even if I change dorms again, the result will probably be the same.

The problem lies with me; it has little to do with them.

A seductive approach: Okay, then we'll stop playing for now and wait for you.

It's okay, there's always another online game, we can play together then.

Bai Bai: It's not fun without pigeons.

I stood him up: Waaaaah, as expected of Bai Bai, you're the most conscientious one in the group.

I was disappointed: But I thought you would only say things like that to Xiao Yi.

Bai Bai: If Xiao Yi doesn't play, then I won't play either.

It's a case of being stood up: it seems I've ultimately wasted my time.

You're not allowed to play Supreme Slash: Then wait a bit, no rush. Let us know when you've bought your computer.

I skipped it: Hmm.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: @HumanDragonMutual Oh right, please note that there are club recruitment events starting Friday afternoon.

You are not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Although the club recruitment lasts for several days, the first day is usually the most lively.

You're not allowed to play "Supreme Slash": Don't forget to stay in your dorm playing games.

Here's a tempting offer: Come visit the anime club, I'll be helping out there, and if you come, I won't be so bored.

Human and dragon in harmony: It's so hot, why go out in the afternoon?

Human and dragon in harmony: Let me take a look at my class schedule first.

That's what he said, but he didn't even bother to look at the class schedule posted on the dormitory wall. Instead, he called out loudly to his roommate.

As everyone knows, roommates are like class schedules.

"Old Qin, do you have classes on Friday afternoon?"

"No," Qin Yongfeng, lying on the bed, replied, "but there was one this afternoon."

Sensing that the sound was coming from the wrong direction, Mo Xiangwen leaned back and saw that Qin Yongfeng's seat next to him was empty.

"Why are you lying in bed like this? You haven't even eaten yet."