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  Chapter 50: The t is Loosening (Revised)

  TL: Etude

  After walking Feng Nanshu, Jiang Qiuro the dormitory uhe cover of night. As soon as he opehe door, he was greeted by a thick cloud of smoke, causing him to immediately step back.

  “What, you set the dorm on fire while I was gone?” Jiang Qin’s eyebrows shot up in arm.

  Zhou Chao grinned sheepishly, “Brother Jiang, why did you e back so te?”

  “Just had some things to do, went out for dinner.”

  Jiang Qin stepped inside, fanning away the smoke and observed closely. He noticed Zhou Chao engrossed in his phone, Cao Guangyu furiously posting online, and the source of the smoke: Ren Ziqiang. Ren was sitting on a chair, looking numbly out the window into the night, a half-smoked cigarette in hand. His left foot, dangling a slipper, ropped up as cigarette butts littered the floor around him. His eyes cked their usual sparkle, and he appeared thhly dejected.

  The se seemed vaguely familiar to Jiang Qin. Something like Fire Cloud Evil God?

  Jiang Qin looked curiously at Zhou Chao, “What’s up with Old Ren? Practig asceticism?”

  “He wao ask Pan Xiu out today, but found out she was getting cozy with a senior from our department. It retty intimate and…”

  “Stop, stop, stop,” Jiang Qin immediately cut him off, a stern look on his face. “Old Ren must be feeling awful right now, and you want to remind him of it? That’s really uhical!”

  Zhou Chao promptly shut his mouth, while Ren Ziqia a grateful look his way.

  Liking someone is not shameful, but watg your crush with another man and being teased by roommates be distressing for anyone.

  Jiang Qin ged his clothes and began cheg the website. Shi Miaomiao had already received her at and started serializing her inal novel, releasing the first 30,000 words. However, due to the ck of real users oform, it hadn’t received much feedback.

  Additionally, Dong Wenhao and his Literature Club had activated their at and were uploading their manuscripts.

  The most impressive was Cao Guangyu. Despite not being paid, his “My Uious Life as a Rich Sed Geion” series had already reached its 35th post.

  Jiang Qin skimmed through it.

  Cao Guangyu, the rascal, wasn’t satisfied with just showing off reality; he had started posting stolen pictures online.

  In the ‘Wiasting’ episode, ed that Lafite was child’s py to him. He preferred drinking directly from the bottle, stating that real men drink Romanée-ti, the peak red wine from France’s oldest winery.

  In the ‘Luxury Watch’ episode, he cimed Rolex was for nouveau riche, preferring Patek Philippe, especially their slogan: “You never actually oatek Philippe. You merely look after it for the geion.”

  In the ‘School Beauty Girlfriend’ episode, he mented being pursued by the high school beauty, troubled because he liked someone else, a celestial beauty. The school beauty, however, was relentless, and he sought online advi what to do.

  Jiang Qin was stuhinking, “Am I looking in a mirror?”

  “Old Jiang, when we upload videos oe? I want to post a fitness video showing off my abs,” Cao Guangyu suddenly turned around and asked.

  Jiang Qin was taken aback, “You have abs?”

  “I have hands; I ‘download’.” (AHAHA LOL)

  “Ha, mixing ese and English, truly showy. Wait for the video feature; it’s still under development.”

  Cao Guangyu pouted, a hint ret in his expression. Without video, the full extent of his showiness couldn’t be achieved.

  Jiang Qin ignored him and turo check the bad data. As he browsed, he suddenly noticed a genuine at registered just a minute ago — “Magic Eyed Girl Feng Nanshu.”

  “?”

  ht, he had asked her dorm to help test the site during dinner. Feng Nanshu must have taken it to heart and immediately registered upourning.

  Jiang Qin lounged with his legs crossed, sipping co while ily watg the s, curious about what the little rich dy Feng Nanshu would post.

  This is the nature of the i; for those with access rights, privacy for online users is ent. All privacy settings, such as hidden posts or visibility restris, are mere illusions to administrators.

  Feng Nanshu, the “Magic Eyed Girl,” posted: “What should I do if I’m a bit scared of people?”

  Triggered by the keyword “what should I do,” the automatic reply system kicked in.

  Reply 1: “Don’t worry, you’re amazing! You do it! Keep it up!”

  Reply 2: “Believe in yourself, don’t hesitate!”

  Feng Nanshu tinued: “What should I do if I’m not good at talking to people?”

  The replies were identical to the previous ones. Seeing this, Jiang Qin almost sprayed his co out of his nose.

  He realized a gring fw in these auto-replies: triggering the same keyword secutively resulted in nearly identical respohis needed fixing before the site’s wider rollout.

  Meanwhile, Feng Nanshu kept posting, seemingly oblivious to the oddness of the replies or perhaps not havihem due to system dey.

  “Magic Eyed Girl Feng Nanshu: What should I do if I want to hang out with a boy every day?”

  “Magic Eyed Girl Feng Nanshu: Why do I feel ticklish inside when I hang out with a boy?”

  Reading these posts, Jiang Qin’s rexed demeanor faltered, and he felt an inexplicable unease, causing him mild disfort.

  “Magic Eyed Girl Feng Nanshu: best friends live together for a lifetime?”

  “Magic Eyed Girl Feng Nanshu: Do you think the name Jiang Qin sounds nice?”

  After these st two questions, Feng Nanshu seemed to realize something was off with the website’s replies and stopped posting new queries.

  Jiang Qin chuckled softly at the questions, the a moment of wistfulness before quickly dismissing any emergiions.

  Love affairs were not his ; making money was the true path. He decided not to dwell on these distras.

  He opened QQ to report the issue with the auto-replies to Su Nai, askio modify the system to preveitive respoo the same keywords.

  After chatting with Su Nai, Jiang Qin was about to shut down his puter and go to sleep wheiced Feng Nanshu’s at active again.

  “Magic Eyed Girl Feng Nanshu: someoell me what it feels like to be in love?”

  Jiang Qin’s breath hitched, and he quickly shut down his puter.

  The seal over his heart seemed to be loosening.

  No, he thought, he o fortify his heart again.

  “Old Zhou, tell me again what happeo Ren Ziqiang today, iail and as painfully as possible!”

  Ren Ziqiang looked up, his face turning green, “I’m already heartbroken, and you have the o do this, Jiang? Isn’t that uhical?”

  Jiang Qied, “Did you think about ethics when you told Pan Xiu I had been chasing someone for three years? Hurry up, Old Zhou!”

  Zhou Chao, excited, began to ret the story in his heavy southern at, which surprisingly added to the narrative.

  Acc to him, Ren Ziqiang had used a half-pound of hair gel that m, mustering the ce to ask Pan Xiu out. But just as he arrived at the girls’ dorm, he saw Pan Xiu pyfully iing with a senior, almost revealing her shoulder straps.

  Ren Ziqiang was instantly disheartened auro the dorm to smoke relentlessly, filling the room with smoke.

  “Pan Xiu’s really something, getting close to a senior before military training even ended?”

  Hearing the story, Jiang Qi his heart solidify again. Love was indeed a fantasy; pursuih was the real deal.

  Exg indeed! He po have Zhou Chao retell the story the m for a spirited start to the day.

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