The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

Shen Jia covered her mouth and frowned.

She had absolutely no idea what Lu Yuan was doing.

The incident began as follows.

After learning about Shang Yan's wedding, Lu Yuan asked her to help him book a restaurant.

She helped, it's fun, and she might even cause some trouble along the way.

Also good.

At first, she thought Lu Yuan was going to confess his feelings.

After all, she herself didn't know the progress of Lu Yuan and Shang Qingya's relationship.

She wondered what kind of confession Lu Yuan, a man who was so "skilled," would choose.

But to her utter surprise...

This scene is indeed a confession, but isn't the way it's done a bit too shocking?

"I like you, like a pencil writing a letter in the wind..."

Lu Yuan had no idea what shame was, and stood there like a sentry on duty, beginning to recite poetry.

She was probably confessing her feelings, right?

At least Shen Jia could vaguely sense a hint of "confession" in the content.

But no matter how you listen to it, the tone doesn't sound like a confession; it's more like a solemn declaration of membership.

That's not all.

Lu Yuan had clearly made a lot of preparations for today, such as receiving fresh flowers and roses from the florist, which sounded quite romantic.

But that's not actually the case; I only bought one because it was far away.

Yes, a rose.

Shen Jia had no idea which crazy merchant would choose to deliver a single rose when faced with an order.

The restaurant's sound system was playing love music, as expected, but the song was "Dear Girl."

Some people may not have heard of the song title, because Shen Jia searched for the song title based on the lyrics.

The lyrics are, "My dear girl, listen to me, back in the day I was a handsome guy."

As Shen Jia looked at the scene, his vision went black and black again.

To be honest, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would definitely have thought that Lu Yuan was bound to some kind of system that "gets cashback when someone strikes him."

Where did the long road go?

Isn't he the best at it?

It's such a clichéd confession, so clichéd it couldn't be more cliché.

If Shang Qingya agrees, Shen Jia will laugh at him for the rest of his life.

It was completely insincere, heartless, and devoid of feeling.

Purely unregulated product.

"I do."

When the words "I'm willing" reached Shen Jia's ears, she looked at Shang Qingya's expression in disbelief.

"Thank you, you're so thoughtful."

Seeing Shang Qingya moved to tears, Shen Jia's eyes widened like goose eggs.

Where is the dedication?

"Come with me."

With a rose in his mouth, Lu Yuan reached out his hand to Shang Qingya.

This image of him holding a rose is exactly the same as the classic "ladies' man" stereotype drawn in old comic books.

Lu Yuan dared to strike a pose, but Shen Jia didn't dare to look.

She sensed something was wrong.

No, no, Lu Yuan isn't that kind of tasteless idiot, and neither is Shang Qingya.

There's definitely something wrong.

The moment the two left, Shen Jia jogged after them.

Fortunately, she secretly drove the family car, which made it easier for her to keep up with the two of them in the congested city center.

She followed them to a very familiar place.

library.

She had considered that in this day and age, after confessing her feelings, she might directly answer, go to a hotel, or find a secluded place to hold the wedding.

She never expected that the two of them would go to the library.

When she followed the two up to the second floor of the library, she was surprised to find that Lu Yuan was waiting for her at the corner.

"Go and spill the water glass on Shang Qingya's table later."

"Why do I have to be the bad guy?"

"That's just your persona!"

Shen Jia was puzzled, but she accepted the answer.

Because she was curious.

Such mischief was child's play for her, because she had done things like deliberately bumping into Shang Qingya's table many times before.

She walked over and casually bumped into the table.

The water bottle tipped over, soaking the paper on the table.

Before Shen Jia could even ask what the next step was,

Lu Yuan had already stepped in front of her and asked, "What exactly do you want?"

"It wasn't you who made me..."

Before Shen Jia could finish her question, Lu Yuan had already stepped forward to ask Shang Qingya, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, it's just that the book got wet."

???

Shen Jia was stunned when he heard this.

"Where did this book come from? Isn't this the A4 paper you two bought downstairs?"

Shen Jia watched the two of them acting back and forth, feeling completely bewildered, and a layer of goosebumps rose all over his body.

Just as Shang Qingya was frantically tidying up the table...

Shang Qingya swiftly reached out and moved all her papers to a clean area. He reached for his own clean draft paper, deftly wiped the water stains off the table, and remained calm and composed throughout.

He showed no mercy to Shen Jia, saying calmly, "Watch where you're going, don't disturb others' studies."

Okay, so you like making awkward little dramas, huh?

Do you like playing the domineering senior?

Okay, I'll just watch how long you guys keep this up.

...

And so, Shen Jia watched awkward short dramas all night long.

Including "The domineering senior protects me in the library", "Even though the rain is pouring down my neck, we still ride an electric bike together", and "Feeding each other at the night market".

Shen Jia has gotten used to it.

She no longer felt embarrassed or envious.

If this is what Shang Qingya calls happiness, then she might as well not try to take it.

"You guys keep acting, I'm leaving."

"I've already bought you the tickets, come up and have some fun."

Lu Yuan pointed to the Ferris wheel and winked at her.

Shen Jia looked at the ticket handed to him and thought that it had been a long time since he had ridden it, so he might as well ride it once.

She sat opposite the two men.

He rolled his eyes at them.

"If you're envious, can't you just openly express your envy?"

"I envy you?"

When this topic came up, Shen Jia had a lot to say:

"Dude, do you have to be so dramatic when you're in a relationship? Don't you want to laugh?"

"I can hold it in," Lu Yuan said.

"I don't need to wear a bandage," Shang Qingya said.

"Being able to hold it in is impressive; what does it mean if you don't have to?"

Shang Qingya shook her head and took Lu Yuan's hand.

She turned her head and looked into Lu Yuan's eyes.

In the instant their eyes met, both of them—one who could hold back and the other who didn't—broke down at the same time.

Laughed.

Lu Yuan pulled a bunch of small slips of paper from his pocket.

Read it aloud little by little:

"I hope the place where I get confessed to is by the sea or a beautiful restaurant, because I've never been to the seaside or a beautiful restaurant. The person I like only needs to give me a bouquet of roses. I don't want to receive flowers because I think they're useless. I just think it's cool for a man to have a rose in his mouth. As for the song, it should be the first song that comes to mind when he mentions confessing his feelings, because songs can convey emotions."

Shang Qingya noted in her dictation: "This was written when I was fifteen years old."

"I hope that next time Shen Jia deliberately bullies me in the library, someone will come to my protection. Because my resistance will only embolden her. It would be great if someone could stop her."

"This was written when I was sixteen."

"I hope that one day I can ride an electric scooter with the person I like on a rainy day. It doesn't matter if the rain gets down on my neck, as long as they don't leave me behind."

"This was written when I was seventeen."

"I hope that one day I can ride a Ferris wheel."

"This was written when I was ten years old."

Shang Qingya looked down at Lu Yuan as he unfolded the note, looking at these wishes that were neither too big nor too small.

Some things are already outdated, like the idea she wanted to play Fire and Ice with someone.

Some of her toes were awkwardly digging into the ground, like when she wanted to listen to "Big City, Small Love" while kissing her future boyfriend.

But so what?

She was wearing the white dress that Lu Yuan had bought for her a year ago for her coming-of-age ceremony.

She watched as Lu Yuan took out earphones, plugged them into his phone, and then slowly put them on her ears.

A year ago, Lu Yuan attended her coming-of-age ceremony.

A year later, Lu Yuan spent 500 yuan to buy from her father a certificate severing their father-daughter relationship and her youth.

So when the Ferris wheel reached its highest point, she had no reason not to close her eyes and pout.

"Lu Yuan, do you even know how to kiss?"

"Lu Yuan, how can you be so kissable?"

"It's a long way. Can you let the Ferris wheel stop so we can go home? I kind of want to go home."

"It's a long way, so it's fine if we don't go home. How about we stay at a hotel for the night?"

"Lu Yuan, do you think it's dangerous when the Ferris wheel shakes?"

Shen Jia watched this scene in despair.

My molars are about to break.

Happiness is the highest form of attack, killing without leaving a trace.