The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

Yan Cong was stunned for a moment.

The next second, he grinned again.

"Hey!"

"What could possibly be wrong?"

"I'll have money later!"

"They're all cured!"

He spoke casually, even swinging his leg.

But as he finished speaking, his gaze shifted from the sky for a moment.

Su Xiaoxiao looked at his profile and suddenly felt a sharp pang in her heart.

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He wasn't always this rich.

He also experienced days when he had to swallow all his grievances because he had no money.

It turns out that those high-level resources, level 7 soldiers, and level 8 soldiers that he casually tossed out were actually...

Long ago, it was something he never even dared to dream of.

He must have suffered a lot because he was poor.

But he was willing to give her so many things.

He even said to her with a smile—

It was given to her as part of her dowry.

Su Xiaoxiao's eyes quietly reddened.

She suddenly lowered her head, ripped off the storage bag from her waist, and presented it to Yan Cong with both hands.

"Yan, classmate!"

"Here, take these back."

"I...I can't accept it!"

Yan Cong's smile faltered for a moment.

He looked at the girl with her eyes closed, who was shoving the storage bag into his hands, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

After a while.

He chuckled.

"You really do look a lot like her back then."

Su Xiaoxiao's eyelashes trembled.

"Back then... was she?"

She looked up at the sky, and a wave of sadness welled up in her eyes.

"You...you mean that girl?"

"uh-huh!"

Yan Cong did not deny it.

He pushed the storage bag back, put his hands behind him, and looked up at the sky.

The wind blew across the playground, lifting the stray hairs on his forehead.

The smile was still on his face, but the usual smugness in his eyes had faded.

"Put it away."

"I've already said it, it's your dowry, and it's your dowry."

"Once I give something away, there's no reason for me to take it back."

Su Xiaoxiao stared blankly at his profile.

Her fingers tightened little by little, and she squeezed the storage bag back into her palm.

But instead of being happy, she lowered her head.

Am I... just a substitute for that girl?

Just because I look like her?

That's why he pulled me out of that mess?

Yan Cong glanced at her sideways.

In that one glance, he saw Su Xiaoxiao's drooping eyelashes and the tears that hadn't fallen from her eyes.

Yan Cong's lips twitched.

"Tsk."

next second.

He reached out and pulled.

Su Xiaoxiao was caught off guard and fell into his arms.

She gasped, her face instantly turning bright red, and she frantically pressed her hands against his chest.

"you!"

"What are you doing!"

Yan Cong looked down at her, his smile rather smug.

Are you jealous?

"Hmph~"

Su Xiaoxiao turned her head away, her lips pressed tightly together.

"I don't!"

"No?"

Yan Cong moved a little closer.

Su Xiaoxiao's ears turned red instantly, but she didn't push him away with her fingers anymore.

Yan Cong looked at her, who was clearly feeling wronged but still stubbornly refusing to admit it, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

He raised his hand and tucked the wind-blown hair behind her ear.

The movement was very gentle.

So lightly that when Su Xiaoxiao looked up at him, most of the defensiveness in her eyes had already disappeared.

Yan Cong spoke in a low voice.

"Then do you know why it was her?"

Su Xiaoxiao pouted.

"She's pretty and young!"

Yan Cong was so angry he laughed.

"Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about my taste?"

Su Xiaoxiao didn't speak, but her eyes became even redder.

Yan Cong looked at her, unusually refraining from continuing his joking remarks.

He wiped away the tears from the corner of her eye with his thumb, his voice low.

"To me now, she is the moon in the sky."

Su Xiaoxiao's shoulders tensed.

Yan Cong's hand was on her back, preventing her from moving away.

"And you are the reflection of the moon in the water."

"It can't be summed up simply by saying you resemble her."

Su Xiaoxiao's breath hitched for a second.

She looked up and saw that Yan Cong's usual frivolous smile was gone.

Those eyes that always seemed to wander were now fixed on her alone.

"The moon in the sky only helps me illuminate the path at night."

That's all.

"We had some interactions, but also some distance that we could never reconnect with."

Yan Cong's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he finished speaking.

He didn't continue looking at the sky, but instead looked down at Su Xiaoxiao in his arms.

"But you're different."

"You're right here beside me."

"I can reach it with my hand."

Su Xiaoxiao slowly loosened her grip on his clothes, then slowly tightened it again.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Yan Cong chuckled softly.

"The moon reflected in the water will shatter."

"It wrinkles when the wind blows."

It will fall apart at the slightest touch.

"But the more it's like this, the more my heart aches."

Su Xiaoxiao's lips moved slightly.

She wanted to speak, but her throat felt terribly blocked.

Yan Cong pulled her closer to his chest, his palm resting on the back of her head, his movements much more docile than usual.

"The moon in the sky is always there."

"But you in the water..."

He paused.

Su Xiaoxiao could feel his arms tighten around her.

"I'm scared."

"I'm afraid you'll disappear in the blink of an eye!"

"I'm afraid if I make too much noise, you'll wander off!"

The tears in Su Xiaoxiao's eyes finally fell.

Yan Cong saw it, but didn't laugh at her.

He became even more serious.

"I was afraid to tell you at first."

"I was afraid you'd misunderstand."

"I'm also afraid you'll think that I saved you just because you resemble someone else."

Everyone says the moon reflected in the water is fake.

"Even you think so."

Yan Cong raised his hand and tapped her forehead.

"But let me ask you."

"Does the moon reflected in the water know that it's an illusion?"

Su Xiaoxiao was stunned.

Yan Cong lowered his voice even further.

"When it lights up."

"When the water starts to move."

"It's really bright."

Su Xiaoxiao's nose tingled with emotion.

She looked at Yan Cong, and her tears fell even more fiercely.

Yan Cong, however, still managed a smile.

"The moon in the sky has always been there."

"But the reflection in the water is because I bowed my head."

"The one I chose... is you."

The last sentence fell.

Su Xiaoxiao froze completely.

"Student Yan..."

She looked at Yan Cong, her eyes completely red, her voice trembling.

Yan Cong looked serious and held up three fingers.

"I swear!"

"Waaaaah..."

Su Xiaoxiao couldn't hold back any longer and threw herself into his arms, bursting into tears.

"Yan, I shouldn't have acted like that."

"sorry."

"I was wrong."

"fine."

Yan Cong put one arm around her and stroked her head with the other, a slow smile spreading across his lips.

I don't blame you.

Anyone would be worried.

rear.

Ye Long stood at the edge of the platform, his eye twitching violently.

The students in the front row below were also stunned.

Damn it!

What on earth happened to this guy?!

How can someone who used to be happy for half a day just by touching a girl's hand be turned into someone who spouts scumbag sweet nothings like this?

Even more outrageous is...

Su Xiaoxiao actually fell for it!

Many girls in the audience were both angry and jealous.

Someone muttered to themselves.

"No, what he said was clearly awful..."

The girl next to him remained silent for two seconds.

"But he spoke so earnestly."

"And he really did give a dowry."

"..."

"That's alright then."

Just as the crowd on the playground had mixed expressions.

The images on the celestial screen continued to play.

This time, the scene cuts directly to the morning of the following day.

In a small courtyard in the countryside.

It was not long after dawn.

The vegetable garden by the yard was still wet with dew, a few chickens were pecking at food by the earthen wall, and a big black dog was lying at the door, its tail idly sweeping the ground.

Yan Cong had already pushed the electric scooter to the front of the courtyard gate.

An old plastic bag was hanging on the front of the car.

"Little Bear, wait!"

The old woman emerged from the vegetable garden, carrying a large bunch of freshly picked greens in her arms.

She stuffed the vegetables into the bag.

After stuffing one bag in, he turned around and went to get a second one.

Yan Cong was both amused and exasperated.

"Hey, Grandma, that's enough, that's enough!"

"I don't have anywhere to cook there."

"Just bring some to eat in town."

"Wouldn't it be a waste if we couldn't finish it?"

Upon hearing the word "waste," the old woman stopped what she was doing.

She looked down at the leafy greens in her arms, sighed reluctantly, and ultimately didn't put any more in.

I picked out only a small bag and carefully hung it on the front of my electric scooter.

"Little Bear, wait a moment for Grandma."

The old woman called out and turned to walk into the house.

Yan Cong responded with a smile.

"Take your time, there's no rush."

Soon.

The old woman came out carrying a large jar.

The jar was filled to the brim with colorful paper candies, red, green, and yellow.

She shoved the jar into Yan Cong's arms, her tone deliberately fierce.

"promise!"

"That heartless little brat."

"When he was little, he would exchange two candies for his grandma to spend a day with him."

"Now, even using a whole can doesn't buy me a morning's worth of energy!"

"Take this and eat it!"

"These things won't break, we can't refuse them again!"

"Grandma~"

Yan Cong hugged the candy jar, scratched his head, and a rare look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"We're going up there tomorrow, aren't we?"

"I'm going out to pack some things tonight, and then I'll meet up with some friends."

"Okay, okay, okay!"

The old woman waved at him as if she were shooing him away.

"Go! Go! Go."

"Take care of yourself while you're out!"

"knew!"

Yan Cong put the sugar jar down and placed his hand on the switch.

He turned around and smiled.

"Grandma, I'm leaving now!"

The old woman stood at the gate of the courtyard, nodding with a smile.

"Um."

"Bon Voyage!"

Yan Cong turned the switch.

The electric scooter whizzed up the earthen slope.

The country roads were uneven, and the car bumped along the way.

The boy's figure quickly passed over the old locust tree and slowly disappeared from the old woman's sight.

The big black dog chased after it for a few steps, but couldn't catch up, so it wagged its tail and ran back.

The old woman stood at the gate of the courtyard for a long time.

She only looked down and patted Big Black's head when she could no longer see anyone at the intersection.

"Ugh."

She sighed, and her back hunched over.

the other side.

Yan Cong stopped the car at the village entrance after driving for a short while.

Old Zhong was waiting there early on.

With an ice pop in his mouth, he saw Yan Cong arrive and skillfully hopped onto the back seat.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Yan Cong turned around and glared at him.

"You're quite impolite."

"As soon as they heard there was wine, they came up!"

"Hey, you're not right about that."

Old Zhong crunched his popsicle.

"Wasn't that a farewell gift for you?"

"We'll see."

"If I don't stand up for you, what will you do if you're so embarrassed that no one talks to you tonight?"

"Get out!"

The electric scooter is back on the road.

The two bickered the whole way.

Along the country lanes, wheat leaves swayed in the wind, and cicadas chirped incessantly, their calls echoing from the treetops to the edge of the fields.

The tires made a soft, crunching sound as they rolled over the gravel.

Old Zhong sat in the back row, his hand on Yan Cong's shoulder, still talking non-stop.

"Don't blame me for saying this!"

"real."

"Even if you date a girl like that, can you guarantee you won't break up with her?"

"You'll be up there for over a month."

"Can you guarantee that they won't talk about other people behind your back?"

Yan Cong remained silent, the wind making his hair on his forehead flutter wildly.

Old Zhong got more and more excited as he talked.

If you ask me...

"You should do it tonight."

"This is the very last chance!"

"Get rid of her."

"That way, the money you spent these past two days won't be a complete waste!"

Yan Cong tightened his grip on the handlebars.

After a long while, he finally let out a soft sigh.

"We'll see..."

Old Zhong stared at the back of his head, his face full of disappointment and frustration.

"Sigh, you."

"It's just not as clear-eyed as squinty eyes..."

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Hey guys, let's collect some weird and wonderful ideas.

What kind of plots have you all fantasized about that you haven't seen in novels on the market?

You can post it in the comments section.

The knife is placed here; it can be used as a resource library for this book.

It's a very strange, whimsical idea.

It can be placed here as a way to give young authors a brainstorming idea for developing a new book.

Of course, I will also guarantee that when I start a new book, I will write at least three chapters of the old book every day.

Because full-time job sufferers are incredibly anxious; if they don't have money, they'll go hungry.

Lying on the board...