Tang Song read the ssage over and over again, a complicated expression in his eyes.
There was a lot to unpack in this 200-word ssage from Zhang Yan.
She was currently in Fengcheng, had a forr landlord with ntal issues, and had just moved to a new place recently.
She had built a social circle in Yangcheng, and her life was busy.
Most importantly—she had been leaving ssages on his QQ, knowing he wouldn’t see them.
Considering her decade-long streak of sending holiday wishes, her occasional appearances in his dreamscape mories of No.1 High School, and that semi-basent room in Tiantongyuan, Tang Song quickly arrived at a conclusion.
Zhang Yan liked him.
His middle school mories were already fuzzy, but as her deskmate for three years, his impression of her remained sowhat intact.
Back then, Zhang Yan was introverted and silent, always keeping her head down, hesitant to interact with others, and struggling with her studies.
At the ti, Tang Song was one of the top students in their small-town middle school, often showing off his knowledge, helping her with problems, and rambling about ani and novels he was into.
At 14 or 15, he had been immature, naive, and constantly joking around, yet sohow, he had beco her closest friend in class.
Though he never knew much about her ho life, it was clear from her clothing and their village gossip that her family was struggling financially.
Occasionally, when buying snacks or breakfast, he would bring her so too, using the excuse of needing a partner for Gomoku.
Middle school had been a carefree, lively ti for him, a period where his personality and values began to take shape.
Reading this ssage from Zhang Yan, Tang Song suddenly saw a thread—
A thread that stretched across ten years, fragile yet unbroken.
He couldn’t understand what kind of mindset had driven her to keep leaving ssages all these years, knowing he wouldn’t read them.
But one thing was certain—it left a huge impact on him.
He clicked into the chat window, wanting to type a reply.
But in the end, he didn’t.
Ten years had passed. From 15 to 25, he had undergone drastic changes.
He was no longer the naive, carefree Tang Rong she rembered.
And he knew nothing about the Zhang Yan of today.
Maybe he should log into this alternate account more often.
Maybe he should try to understand how she had changed over the years.
"Hah..."
Leaning back into the couch, Tang Song closed his eyes briefly.
There was sothing strangely moving about realizing that soone had been watching over him all these years.
But high school had been all about Liu Qingning and his studies, and later, he had drowned himself in his "dreamscape".
He had missed so many details.
And Zhang Yan—she was one of those overlooked details.
Tang Song sat in silence for a while.
Then, heading to the bar counter, he poured himself a glass of red wine, casually plucking his guitar as he sipped.
Outside, the night deepened, the cityscape shifting from bustling traffic to a tranquil glow of distant high-rises.
The lights of the skyline rged seamlessly with the stars above.
September 2, 2023 — Saturday — Cloudy — 22~30°C
Beicheng Garden Complex.
"Smack!"
A blue Durex box landed squarely on Xu Qing’s head.
"You… You… Tang Song, what do you think you’re doing?!"
Xu Qing huddled against the corner of the wall, looking up at his tall, muscular fra with wide, terrified eyes—
Small. Weak. Helpless.
"Qingqing. Co here."
Tang Song’s expression was blank as he stared down at her.
"Put it on for ."
Xu Qing stared at the box in front of her, her face flushing deep red.
"H-How do I even put this on?"
"What do you think?"
Tang Song’s gaze dropped to her lips.
"I won’t say it a third ti. Co here and put it on."
The morning sunlight stread through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden glow on his sculpted figure.
His features were sharp and defined, his brows carrying an aura of cold dominance.
"Why are you being so aggressive?!" Xu Qing mustering up her courage, shot back, "When my bestie gets here, she’s going to beat you up!"
"Heh. You an Shen Yuyan?"
Tang Song gestured toward the side.
"She’s right next door. In fact, she was the one I ordered to buy these for ."
Just then, the door next to them swung open.
A tall, stunning figure stepped inside—
Lin Muxue, clad in a sleek secretary outfit.
Her flawless makeup, her hair neatly tied back, her black pencil skirt and blouse hugging every curve—
She was exuding the aura of a refined yet dangerous woman.
And at her feet, Shen Yuyan was collapsed on the ground, looking utterly defeated.
Lin Muxue shot her a glance, full of disdain.
Clearly, Shen Yuyan had been utterly crushed by this villainous fem fatale.
"Ahh! You wicked Liu Ruyan! Let go of my bestie!"
Xu Qing scread at the top of her lungs.
And then—
She bolted upright in bed.
Blinking groggily, she took in her surroundings.
Slowly, her dazed expression turned back to normal.
Oh.
She had been dreaming.
Last night, she had been way too excited.
She had tossed and turned until dawn, her mind filled with all sorts of absurd dreams.
So about reality, so about novels.
So about Xu Yanqing, so about Xu Qing.
There was even a scene where Little Jing tied her up and whipped her.
Just thinking about it was terrifying.
Xu Qing grabbed her phone—
It was already almost 8 AM?!
"Crap!"
She hurriedly changed into her workout clothes.
After a brief warm-up on the elliptical, she switched on the TV and mirrored a high-intensity weight-loss workout.
Standing barefoot on her yoga mat, she began moving with full concentration.
She deeply regretted her excessive snacking.
At 166cm/54.5kg, she had always thought she looked fine.
But now, facing reality, she was starting to panic.
The real problem?
She only had a asly B-cup.
anwhile, Wen Ruan was an unstoppable E-cup force of nature.
Even the others—Little Jing, Lin Muxue—were at least solid Cs.
And she knew for a fact that Tang Song’s physique was insane.
According to Little Jing, he even had eight-pack abs.
What if that scumbag mocked her for being "chubby and flat-chested"?!
That would be the ultimate humiliation.
Desperate tis called for desperate asures.
She had already decided to skip breakfast and lunch today.
She had to slim down as much as possible.
Just then—
The front door swung open.
Shen Yuyan walked in, raising a plastic bag with a grin.
"Got you your favorite—freshly stead pork dumplings. Hurry and eat them while they’re hot."
"I’m on a diet. Not eating!"
Shen Yuyan casually placed the dumplings on the dining table, her tone full of mocking amusent.
"Oh, please. With how inconsistent you are, I’d be shocked if you actually lost weight."
Xu Qing pouted in protest.
"You haven’t noticed? I’ve totally slimd down! Look closely!"
Feeling her best friend’s scrutinizing gaze, Xu Qing straightened her back, subtly sucking in her stomach to make herself look slimr and her chest fuller.
Shen Yuyan examined her for a mont—then burst into laughter.
"Nope. Don’t see it."
"That just ans you need glasses!" Xu Qing’s face turned bright red.
Shen Yuyan’s expression was playful.
"Relax. Tang Song doesn’t like you for your body. Breakfast is important—skipping als is bad for your stomach."
"So you’re saying my body isn’t good enough?!"
"Oh? Want to compare?"
Shen Yuyan leaned forward slightly, tugging down her top a bit.
The C cup pressure was overwhelming, radiating an undeniable presence.
Xu Qing instinctively shrank back, muttering curses under her breath.
Reluctantly giving up the fight, she sat at the dining table and started devouring the dumplings.
She had to admit—her bestie had been a C-cup queen since high school, on the verge of breaking into D territory.
She couldn’t win this battle. Better to retreat for now.
As Xu Qing chewed angrily, Shen Yuyan pinched her cheek.
"I’ve got client etings today—probably gonna be super busy. If anything cos up, call , and I’ll guide you through it."
She knew Xu Qing too well.
Her best friend’s biggest charm was her personality—she could brighten any room and was genuinely sincere.
Otherwise, Shen Yuyan wouldn’t be this close to her, treating her like a real sister.
"Got it." Xu Qing mumbled, stuffing the last dumpling into her mouth.
Then, she leaped into action.
First—a hot shower.
Then—hair removal, skincare, makeup, colored contacts, styling...
As a professional cosplayer, she had perfected every step of the process.
Once she put on her cosplay outfit, she was guaranteed to make Tang Song's jaw drop.
He’d be so srized he wouldn’t be able to look away!
Mwahaha!
CYⅡ
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