Chapter 76

"Amber, when you see this message, it means you have finished your self-study or logged in during a break to go to the bathroom. In any case, please take a moment to read this message. At this moment, please relax your nerves and withdraw your attention from the endless sea of problems."

"That's right, open your mouth slightly, slowly stick out your tongue, and try to touch your chin with the tip of your tongue. Then, take a deep breath, exhale, and do this thirty times."

When Mi Hu saw his long message, she felt much better, thinking he was a simple, thoughtful, and sincere young man who was trying to help her relieve the stress of studying. She subconsciously followed his method and started to take deep breaths.

After just seven or eight times, she indeed felt a sense of relief. She was secretly praising him for his clever ideas when a roommate asked in confusion, "Xiaomi, why are you imitating a dog?"

Mi Hu suddenly realized something and quickly retracted her tongue. After a moment of hesitation, she explained, "Um, my tongue cramped."

After saying this, she angrily turned her gaze to the screen and saw a long string of ellipses followed by a message that made her want to spit blood: "I wonder at which point you realized you were imitating a dog, but I know that after you realize it, you will be very angry and want to bite me and scratch me. It's okay, I deserve it."

Feeling tricked and then having her thoughts read, Mi Hu was furious and said with a murderous tone, "Liu Jingtong, you're dead when you get back."

"The grassland in November is covered in ice and snow, the grass is withered, and the wind is cold. It's not the best time to see the vast grassland. Next time, we should come in late summer."

Mi Hu's anger dropped from level ten to level eight.

"However, the snow-covered landscape has its unique charm. You can see the undulating white silk, the distant snow-capped mountains and snow hills echoing each other, the galloping horses leaving tracks in the snow, the mountains in the snow, and the beauties at the foot of the mountains..."

Mi Hu's anger instantly reached its peak.

"As the saying goes, the ice maiden is always beautiful to look at, no matter how many times you see her. But I was thinking, if you were here now, how wonderful it would be!"

This sentence reduced Mi Hu's anger by sixty percent. If it weren't for the ridiculous phrase "ice maiden is always beautiful to look at," her anger might have been instantly extinguished.

"The white horse neighs in the west wind, which is called 'White Horse Neighing in the West Wind.' Then I heard Yishui An's breakup story. Yes, she did break up. And as you guessed, the scumbag did have a new love."

"Then there's the new book. It has nothing to do with Qianhong. It wasn't planned in advance, but a spontaneous decision. By coincidence, when the story comes out, I will send it to you first to check for typos. Then you will understand why I said this. That's all for now. Go to bed early. See you tomorrow."

After reading Liu Jingtong's message, all her anger, resentment, and frustration vanished. She reviewed the sentences she liked and said with a mix of annoyance and amusement, "What a writer, writing such nonsense," and then replied with two words: "Read."

...

Sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy are the four flavors shared by this world and the world before Liu Jingtong's. They express their existence in different forms at all times. For example, Mi Hu is sweet when reading messages, Yishui An looks calm but is actually bitter and slightly sour after breaking up, and Daohua Wang Qianqian, who deliberately keeps a distance from the world and lacks security, presents a spicy attitude.

If you could sit in a powerful spacecraft and fly over the Earth, you would have a more intuitive understanding of how these four flavors are expressed. You would see couples arguing, lovers being intimate, workaholics working overtime, homeless people hiding under bridges, 24-hour fast-food restaurants, and students skipping classes to play games all night...

When the spacecraft flies over the boys' dormitory of Yuehe No. 1 High School, room 302, you would see a fat boy lying on the bed, singing and moaning as if he were in great pain.

"They are going to the movies tomorrow, Xiaoshu, Xinyang, do you know? My heart is really hurting, hurting so much I can't breathe—Are you two listening to me? When is Jingtong coming back?"

Sun Xinyang was still buried in his homework, and Yu Xiaoshu was flipping through a basketball magazine, occasionally responding, "Either go and win her back or move on to the next one. There are plenty of fish in the sea, and you can't have this one. Besides, it's embarrassing for a man to cry like this."

"Xiaoshu, you have no sympathy. Jingtong understands me the most in this dorm."

Sun Xinyang finished a problem and looked up, saying, "Kankan, your complaint is actually baseless..."

"Shut up!" Zhao Kankan sat up, his hair messy and his eyes blazing, "You two, one only cares about studying, the other only cares about basketball, you don't understand feelings at all."

Yu Xiaoshu revealed, "Yangyang has a girlfriend, so that doesn't make sense."

"So what if he has a girlfriend? Look at his serious face, he must have used the pretense of helping her study to win her over. It's not romantic at all, no skill at all."

Sun Xinyang explained seriously, "Kankan, what you said is not right. My family and Nanhong's family are old friends, and she is better at studying than me, so she usually helps me."

Zhao Kankan was speechless after Sun Xinyang's words and could only bang his head on the pillow, crying out to heaven and earth, while Yu Xiaoshu laughed uncontrollably.

"Jingtong will be back tomorrow. You can go to him for help then," Sun Xinyang reminded.

"Hey, Yangyang, why do I feel something strange when I hear you mention Brother Ting's name recently? I can't quite put my finger on it, but it feels like it's full of mountainous vibes."

Sun Xinyang was taken aback and laughed, "What mountain?"

"Brokenback Mountain."

Sun Xinyang laughed without speaking, and Zhao Kankan pulled his head out of the pillow, pointing at Sun Xinyang, and said angrily, "I'm warning you, you have good grades and a beautiful girlfriend, you've had enough. If you dare to have designs on my Brother Ting, I'll do something irrational."

Sun Xinyang said seriously, "Jingtong is my lifelong brother, don't say such things."

Yu Xiaoshu shook his head and smiled, continuing to read the magazine, while Zhao Kankan continued to act out his heartbreak.

"Kankan, you've had enough. It's almost November 11th. Let's celebrate together. We'll get drunk and make a mess in the dorm, giving them a lesson."

Zhao Kankan suddenly sat up, as if he had remembered something important, and said, "November 11th, right, that's when my brother Sheng is releasing his new book. I forgot about it. I haven't gone to the Jianghu Forum to cheer for him today. Heartbreak really distracts me."

Zhao Kankan was fully revived and jumped out of bed, turned on his computer, and logged into the Jianghu Forum.

...

At the same time as Zhao Kankan, the leader of the Fanggu Group, "Spit God" Not Spitting, also entered the Jianghu Forum. Coincidentally, his mood was similar to Zhao Kankan's, very sour and bitter, because he had finally confirmed that the chat during the day and night state had nothing to do with him, or that the other person didn't take it seriously at all.

At lunchtime in the cafeteria, he saw Daye and Ye Ye enter with a tall, thin boy. He recognized the tall, thin boy, who was the starting point guard of the Business School basketball team, handsome and skilled, and every evening, many girls secretly watched him train from their apartment balconies.

That kind of glory was far beyond what a deadbeat like him, who only organized internet trolls, could compare to. The war had not even begun, and it was already over.

So Spit God wanted to vent and take revenge. Of course, he couldn't challenge the athlete to a one-on-one match or anything else. He had to use his own skills to take revenge, so he chose to post a thread.

"Disgusting!! Basketball athlete, cheating on three girls, stealing someone's girlfriend!!"

This was naturally a defamatory post. In real life, such things could never happen, but on the internet, he could indulge in wild fantasies. This wildness was concentrated in the fact that he set Daye and Ye Ye as his girlfriend in the post.

Knowing it was fake, he still couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. As a result, Spit God couldn't control the rhythm and turned the post into a romantic love story between him and Daye and Ye Ye.

From their first encounter to their infatuation, and from infatuation to love, he almost wrote out all the stories he usually fantasized about with Daye and Ye Ye. When he realized this, he bitterly changed the tone and aimed at the Business School athlete.

Not Spitting posted this thread under a small account. After all, the ID "Spit God" had a certain status and influence in the forum, and it was impossible for him to narrate such a scandalous event.

However, after posting under the small account, it was necessary to use the main account to forward it and comment with a light and humorous tone: "The athlete is a scumbag, sympathize with the OP, looks like I'll really become the OP!"

Many people have played this kind of self-entertainment game, posting under a small account and forwarding with the main account.

After taking revenge on the athlete, he then transferred the remaining anger to Gu Yongsheng, still using the small account to shout, "The OP is in a bad mood, when is Gu Yongsheng releasing the book? If the book isn't out by the 11th, I'll kill someone!!"

...

Liu Jingtong, sitting by the computer, sneezed, rubbed his nose, and continued typing. The story had reached the third chapter, where Li Wenxiu witnessed Su Luku whipping his son, and in her sorrow, she gave the wolf skin to Aman and secretly rode away on the white horse.

The next day, the Qianhong company's trip ended, and everyone packed their luggage to return. All the editors at Qianhong knew that Gu Yongsheng had started writing the new book over the past two days, but no one asked a single word about it.

On the plane back, Liu Jingtong silently looked out the window at the sky, feeling inexplicably gloomy. Every time he was about to release a book, he had to go through the plot of the book again, revisiting the feelings he had when he first read it. The melancholy from the past seemed to drift through time, quietly landing in his heart. (To be continued. Please search for Piaowenxue for better and faster updates!)

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