Chapter 96

The diary was still there, seemingly untouched since the last time. Perhaps after the incident, everyone was in such a state of chaos that no one paid attention to it, and no one came here again. Just a glance, and Wen Zhengyu couldn't help but smile. He was certain that there was a new message. She had been here.

So, this place was like a utopia, where once inside, it didn't feel cold at all. There was no wind, and the ground was dry. Looking at the snow-covered outside, Wen Zhengyu sat down, picked up the diary, and flipped it open. Sure enough, there was a new message. But as he read, Wen Zhengyu couldn't help but frown. The message was not recent. It was her response after he had poured out his heart.

"You're right. So I can't really avoid it too much. Thank you for saying these things to me. Maybe we really are the same kind of people. You want me to be like you, I don't know if I can do it, but I want to try. Let's not talk about it this time. After the school festival, perhaps this will be the place I need to protect, but it will never be my last refuge. Are you willing... to protect it with me? (PS: Don't overthink it. It's just a coincidence of space and time! O(∩_∩)O)"

That was all. Wen Zhengyu carefully examined the diary, flipping through it front and back, but found no more messages. Could it be... she really didn't come back? Overthinking could lead to more thoughts. There were several reasons why she might not have come back: taking a long leave, graduating, or transferring. But from the previous messages, Wen Zhengyu knew they were in the same year.

He instinctively suspected it was Kim Tae-yeon, but he wasn't sure. Because those who took long leaves or didn't return to school for various reasons included Lee Ya-yuan. But Wen Zhengyu just had a gut feeling that it wasn't Lee Ya-yuan. There was no reason for it. And there were many other possibilities, such as staying at school but not coming here for various reasons, which was also a common situation.

Wen Zhengyu had seemed to have a clear target, but now he was inexplicably unsure. He considered it, but he couldn't directly ask if she was Kim Tae-yeon. She might not admit it, and it would only confuse him. And he couldn't directly tell her that he was Wen Zhengyu. If she was Kim Tae-yeon, she would definitely not admit it.

But if it wasn't her, Wen Zhengyu felt a bit disappointed. This kind of feeling was no longer just about the默契 (默契 means默契, but in this context, it can be translated as "mutual understanding" or "harmony") of their messages. Why was he so affected? Why did the pitiful Kim Tae-yeon that day make him feel so heartbroken that he wanted to connect them?

Wen Zhengyu felt a bit confused, thinking that even if his intelligence was ten times higher, he might not be able to figure it all out. But then he thought about it and smiled. It didn't really matter if it was Kim Tae-yeon or not, even though she gave him a strange feeling. But fundamentally, he still saw her more as a rival.

He didn't want the senior to hurt her, not wanting to leave the impression of being a sore loser. Even if he didn't instruct anyone to bully her, it was unacceptable. Was it a proud thing to have her voice broken by a girl who couldn't hit the high notes? It was already embarrassing enough, and if he couldn't handle it and let her be bullied, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing? Especially since she was such a delicate girl?

Wen Zhengyu insisted on coming back, and if his voice had a chance to recover, it was for this reason. And what he truly cared about was the girl who left him messages. The girl who, through the overlap of space and time, connected with him through words, giving each other endless imagination.

Thinking about this, Wen Zhengyu's eagerness to find out the real identity of the girl who left the messages seemed to fade. It wasn't just about the fear of reality ruining the fantasy. But many examples showed that when such virtual exchanges entered reality, they might not be as ideal and beautiful.

Let it be, he thought. This was a special memory for him. Whoever she was, what Wen Zhengyu cared about was the words in the messages. It was the process of communication. If he could know who she was, he would. If not, he would continue.

But even though he wrote this, he couldn't help but think of Kim Tae-yeon. Her every smile and frown, and the way she hugged her knees and cried that day, still made his heart ache.

The girl who left the messages and Kim Tae-yeon gradually overlapped in his mind. After a while, Wen Zhengyu shook his head, calmed down, and started writing again. But it wasn't easy to shake off the image in his mind.

The whole process was silent, but from Li Shungui's perspective, she couldn't help but smile and become lost in thought. Seeing him frown and then laugh, Li Shungui quietly entered and almost didn't recognize him at first.

What was this place? Why did Wen Zhengyu, who usually acted like a mature adult, seem more like a 14-year-old child here? Why wasn't he the one who always wore a sunny smile and didn't care about anything? The diary was the key, Li Shungui was sure. He had never had the habit of writing a diary.

What could interest him so much that he was so excited? Li Shungui was curious, but for some reason, she felt a bit uncomfortable. Taking a deep breath, she walked up to him. Without even trying to be quiet, he didn't notice her. What was so captivating that he was so engrossed, when he usually didn't even play, only practicing singing, dancing, and acting?

Slowly extending her hand, Li Shungui pursed her lips. She was a girl, not just a tomboy. She didn't like the nickname, not just because of the dissatisfaction with it, but also because she disagreed. Before Wen Zhengyu came, she wasn't very fond of the noisy environment. Managing so many trainees required a delicate mind.

Since the school festival, Wen Zhengyu seemed different. And intuitively, since he started singing a duet with a girl, he often mentioned her name. Besides that, she could see a faint smile on his face when he was lost in thought. Li Shungui was sure he was thinking of a girl, one she didn't know. Because she also...

Wen Zhengyu suddenly felt the light dim, and instinctively looked up. The diary was snatched from his hands. As he stood up to grab it back, Li Shungui was already five meters away.

Staring at Li Shungui, he looked her up and down and shook his head in admiration. "You're really good... did you learn... Chinese martial arts?"

Li Shungui didn't smile, her eyes on the diary. "Why did you come all the way here? You're about to have surgery... it can't just be to write in a diary, right?"

Wen Zhengyu nodded and stepped forward. "Give it back first."

Li Shungui held the diary with both hands, each gripping a half. "If you take one more step, I'll tear it."

Wen Zhengyu stopped, laughing and crying at the same time. "Are you... cold outside? Why are you... so angry?"

Li Shungui leaned against the wall. "Can I read it?"

Wen Zhengyu touched his nose. "I didn't... plan to hide it from you. If I didn't... bring you here, I wouldn't... have shown it to you. If you want to read... go ahead... it's no big deal."

Li Shungui looked puzzled. Did she misunderstand? Was this really just a diary? Wen Zhengyu sat on the steps. "Hurry up, I... still need to leave a message."

Hearing the word "message," Li Shungui's heart trembled. She had just seen Wen Zhengyu frown and smile over a diary. And she was already affected by him, her heart rising and falling.

No matter what, it was in her hands. This guy actually had a secret at school that he kept from her, and he said he would always remember her even if he didn't become a trainee? What a liar!

Flipping to the first page, Li Shungui squinted. This was definitely not Wen Zhengyu's handwriting, but someone else's. And the tone and style were clearly a girl's.

Wen Zhengyu twirled the pen in his hand, resting his head on his hand, lost in thought as he watched the snow outside. The dense trees above blocked the snow but kept it from getting cold. What was his feeling about these messages? He thought he shouldn't care, but he was already drawn in. It was a bit troublesome, but it also made him want to come here more, hoping...

Rip!!

Wen Zhengyu suddenly turned his head. Li Shungui, with a cold face, forcefully tore the diary in half. Not satisfied, she picked up the two halves and tore them into four, then eight, and...

"Li Shungui!" Wen Zhengyu's eyes widened, and he pushed her away.

Holding the torn pieces of the diary, he couldn't believe it as they slipped through his fingers. After a while, he took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and covered his throat. He had shouted in a hurry, and his throat was now uncomfortable.

"What's wrong with you... I showed it to you... why did you tear it?"

Li Shungui looked at Wen Zhengyu, just staring. After a while, she squinted and smiled. "Who said I wouldn't tear it after reading it?"

Wen Zhengyu pursed his lips, looking at the smiling Li Shungui. It wasn't cold here, but the atmosphere between them was.

(By the way, my biological clock seems to have normalized a bit these past two days, so I'm posting earlier. Don't forget to vote and add to your favorites, okay? O(∩_∩)O. Below is the thank-you section. Thank you to Yuezhi Qinchengxi, Tianxia Zuzhuxi, Wo shi kinggao.xi, and Wen can Wu feixi for your support. Thank you, bowing. zzang. O(∩_∩)O)

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