In Class Four, Grade Eleven.
Zhuang Lujun finally finished her homework. She stretched in her seat, then caught sight of her dear desk-mate still buried in her work.
"Shu, didn’t you finish your homework last period? What are you still writing?"
"A reply for the English Club," Xia Jinsu answered softly.
"Huh? You actually write replies?"
"Yeah..." Xia Jinsu clearly didn’t want to discuss the topic further. With a slight nod, she went back to scribbling away.
If it were just a reply from some random boy, Xia Jinsu probably wouldn’t have bothered writing back after reading it. But this boy named Song Yunshen was different. It wasn’t that she had any special feelings for him; it was just that some bizarre things had happened recently, and they all happened to be connected to him.
So, after thinking it over, Xia Jinsu felt it would be best to write a reply. She wondered, however, how she was supposed to get it into his hands.
Xia Jinsu’s gaze landed on the signature of Song Yunshen’s letter.
—Song Yunshen, Class Five, Grade Ten.
Class Five... Nuo was in that class too.
Even though Nuo constantly denied it, Xia Jinsu had already formed some preliminary guesses based on various subtle clues. Her younger sister, who rarely showed any emotion on her face, seemed to truly harbor special feelings for that boy. If Xia Yunuo saw her abruptly delivering a letter to Song Yunshen, it would definitely cause unnecessary misunderstandings and trouble. It would be bad if her sister got secretly jealous. With her personality, even if she did get jealous, she definitely wouldn’t tell her older sister.
At this thought, Xia Jinsu quickly came up with a solution.
When the second period of evening self-study ended, Xia Jinsu got up and left the classroom again. She hurried all the way to the English Club and placed their previous two letters, along with the reply she had just written, back onto the designated bookcase.
After doing this, Xia Jinsu took two steps back as another problem suddenly occurred to her. Song Yunshen had explicitly written his class and name in his reply, clearly hoping she would hand her response directly to him. If she left the reply here, would Song Yunshen completely fail to realize it? What if he never came to get it?
Pondering this issue, Xia Jinsu revealed a slightly distressed expression. But then she reconsidered—her reply didn’t contain anything incredibly important anyway. If he didn’t receive it, then so be it. She would just treat it as them not being fated to connect.
Having figured this out, Xia Jinsu nodded slightly, turned around, and left.
Later that night, after the third period of evening self-study.
As usual, the moment the dismissal bell rang, Song Yunshen and Xu Zhuoyue dashed out of the classroom like madmen. This time, however, Song Yunshen suddenly changed his route midway, heading to the English Club first.
"Why are you running over here?" Xu Zhuoyue made a sharp turn and hurriedly caught up. Seeing him slip into the English Club’s activity room left him totally baffled.
"It’s nothing." Song Yunshen walked up to the bookcase, wanting to check if his reply had been taken.
He felt a slight pang of disappointment when he saw the letter still sitting there. But he immediately noticed something was off. He recalled that he hadn’t placed it in this exact spot that afternoon. Teacher Jiang hadn’t finished writing replies for the others yet, so there had only been one reply on the bookcase.
Realizing something was amiss, Song Yunshen quickly reached out and took the letter down.
Sure enough! There was an extra letter!
Had she actually taken his reply and then written another letter to leave here? But why hadn’t she just delivered it directly to his class? He had clearly written his class and name. Could it be that she was shy?
Song Yunshen stroked his chin in thought, hoping to gradually sketch out his future girlfriend’s personality through these little details.
Speaking of which, were Cancer and Libra a good match?
Song Yunshen tucked the envelope into his backpack and pulled out his phone as he walked out, intending to consult Emperor Doubao.
[Overall Compatibility Score: 50/100]
[A couple requiring intense adjustment and compromise.]
[There is strong mutual attraction, but your core needs are inherently mismatched. The honeymoon phase is very sweet, but long-term cohabitation easily leads to emotional drain. You can only go the distance if both are willing to make concessions.]
[Would you like a more detailed analysis of the strengths, conflicts, and points of caution between a Cancer woman and a Libra man?]
"Heh, superstitious nonsense," Song Yunshen scoffed, glancing at the so-called overall compatibility score before locking his phone.
Doubao was no good. Next time, he would have to summon a few other ministers to offer their counsel.
"What did you just grab?" Xu Zhuoyue asked curiously.
"A love letter to me from Xia Jinsu."
"Who’s Xia Jinsu?"
"The campus belle of Grade Eleven."
"Ha, keep bragging," Xu Zhuoyue sneered. "Do you really think you can rely on that face of yours to make a living?"
"Don’t knock it till you try it. I actually might." Song Yunshen touched his own face. Thinking of Xia Yunuo’s assessment of him, he couldn’t help but feel a bit more confident.
"Damn, you’re shameless," Xu Zhuoyue spat. "I don’t know if your face is handsome or not, but its thickness could rival a city wall."
The two hurried to the bicycle shed. Hopping onto their beloved bikes, they parted ways at the school gates and headed to their respective homes.
Upon returning home, Song Yunshen immediately slipped into his bedroom and took out Xia Jinsu’s letter. As was his routine, he pulled out his phone and snapped a photo of it.
However, considering he was quite dissatisfied with the answer Doubao had provided earlier, Song Yunshen switched to DeepSeek this time. He hoped the little whale would perform well and not let down the opportunity he was giving it.
He uploaded the photo, and the translated text was quickly generated.
[Hello, Song Yunshen,]
[Thank you very much for your reply; it made me feel a lot better.]
[The part-time tutoring job you recommended is indeed a very good idea.]
[If it’s tutoring, I’m sure my mom would agree to let me take the job.]
[But what troubles me is that finding a part-time tutoring job isn’t easy.]
[After all, I’m not an adult yet, so I can’t go to official tutoring agencies to find students.]
[I don’t personally know many people either, so it’s very difficult to find a suitable student to tutor.]
[However, I will try looking around and will also discuss this matter with my mom again.]
[So, I still want to thank you for counseling me.]
[Please forgive me for still not writing my class and name. If you are still willing to write back, please leave your reply on the English Club’s bookcase after you’ve finished it.]
[I will go and check for it.]
[Thanks again.]
After reading this reply, Song Yunshen thought it over repeatedly, picked up a pen and paper, and wrote another letter. Once he was done, he stuffed the reply into an envelope and tucked it safely into his backpack. Then, he took out the Future Diary once more.
Sure enough, new content had been updated on it.
[May 19, 2032. Sunny.]
[Theoretically speaking, tomorrow should be considered my first date with Song Yunshen.]
[After all, in the past, we mostly interacted as ordinary friends.]
[But, is it really okay for me to act like this?]
[I really am an unfit older sister...]