Compared to Du Weiwei's shock, Lin Wutong was clearly even more astonished.
She looked as if she had just heard some unbelievable fantasy tale.
"How is that possible?"
Du Weiwei also thought it was unlikely, and quickly handed her the phone to look at.
"Look, the post is blowing up right now."
"I bet if they keep digging like this, any girl with a similar outfit will be volunteering to sign up."
After reading the content clearly, Lin Wutong understood what was going on.
She handed the phone back to Du Weiwei and calmly explained the whole sequence of events to her.
In the end, she summed it up with just one sentence: "He was just giving me a ride back to school on his way."
At least, that was how it appeared on the surface.
Du Weiwei wanted to say that he was quite the Good Samaritan.
But on second thought—what Good Samaritan? He definitely had ulterior motives.
She voiced her opinion. "Tongtong, I have a feeling Ji Ciye is coming after you."
After saying that, she looked down at the post again, only to find that it had suddenly been taken down, and everything related to it had been cleaned up completely.
As if it had never existed at all.
Du Weiwei showed her the phone again, puzzled. "What's going on?"
Lin Wutong: "…"
He must have seen it.
On the other side, Yan Shijin made a phone call to someone.
"Bro, it's done."
"Yeah." Ji Ciye was driving, his voice flat and emotionless.
He had actually found out from his basketball teammates.
They had said things like congratulations to him.
And asked when he got a new girlfriend? When they could all grab a meal together.
Ji Ciye was confused.
"What new girlfriend?"
He hadn't even ever dated anyone—where would a new girlfriend come from?
"Boss, you're still pretending? You're trending on the school forum."
Ji Ciye didn't say anything more. After hanging up, he temporarily pulled over to the side of the road and opened the school forum to take a look.
It only took him a few seconds to figure out the whole situation.
Heh~
New girlfriend?
Thinking about how the girl was so desperate to avoid any association with him.
He let out a faint, self-mocking laugh.
But then he thought about the girl's soft and obedient nature—if she saw this post.
She would most likely feel troubled.
She might even keep her distance from him even more because of it.
Yan Shijin had received the call, asked no questions, and simply did as he was told.
Only after the matter was resolved did he lazily and casually start teasing.
"It's just one post—it's not like you haven't been on there before. Now you're suddenly caring about your reputation."
"Who says I didn't care about my reputation before?" Ji Ciye retorted.
"Heh~" Yan Shijin couldn't be bothered to list them all. "Do you know what people say about you?"
Ji Ciye didn't care what others said.
But this post concerned Lin Wutong.
After a brief silence, his attitude softened a bit. "Go ahead and say it."
Rarely seeing him interested in gossip about himself, Yan Shijin couldn't help but tease with a laugh.
"People say your taste hasn't changed in ten years, and now you've suddenly taken an interest in good girls."
"Bro, you can't hide it much longer."
Having grown up together, Yan Shijin of course knew what type of girl he liked.
This guy—he liked the obedient ones.
With such a mischievous and rebellious younger sister, the counterexample was right there in front of him.
When Ji Mingfei was first born, he had doted on her immensely.
Calling her "little sister, little sister" every day.
He often brought his brothers home with him, and everyone would gather around his little sister.
Who would have known.
The obedient little sister he'd always wanted turned out to be a little devil who could turn the world upside down.
From then on, Ji Ciye never clamored for a sister again.
He even thought girls were nothing but trouble.
Clingy and dramatic—Ji Mingfei being the most obvious example.
After growing up, the girls around him were all delicate and radiant, confident and bold.
They always dreamed of conquering the flower on the high peak.
But they had no idea what the flower on the high peak truly liked.
Ji Ciye cut him off. "You know a lot?"
Yan Shijin: "I have to."
Ji Ciye: "If you know so much, did you ever win over the girl you like?"
At the mention of the girl he liked, Yan Shijin deflated.
"I'm telling you, Ji Ciye, you dog—I helped you out, and this is how you stab me in the heart?"
Ji Ciye let out a cold laugh. "If I were you, three years without winning her over, I'd just shave my head and become a monk."
"You—" Yan Shijin was so angry he was speechless. "I'd like to see what kind of tricks you'll pull in the future."
"Hanging up." Ji Ciye was about to end the call.
"Hey, wait, wait." Yan Shijin stopped him.
"Let's get together tonight. I'm flying over tomorrow."
The girl Yan Shijin was pursuing was studying abroad in New York.
She used to like him quite a bit, but unfortunately he was too much of a scumbag. He'd clearly fallen for her, yet his mouth was stubborn as a dead duck's—just playing around, he'd said.
When she found out, she flew overseas right after graduating high school without a backward glance.
Now he was running over there every few days, just for a chance at reconciliation.
Three years now.
Ji Ciye had watched him grow at lightning speed over these three years. Though he never said it aloud, he was genuinely moved in his heart. "Mm, send me the address."
That evening.
At a private billiards club.
Ji Ciye was a bit distracted tonight, playing pool without any real focus.
At this moment, he was lazily curled up alone on the sofa, his brows and eyes drooping with a hint of fatigue.
He held his phone in his hand, looking at something with some seriousness.
He didn't even notice when Yan Shijin walked up.
"Hey, come back to life." His shoulder was suddenly patted—not too hard, not too light.
Ji Ciye's first instinct was to flip his phone face-down.
The screen was completely covered, but Yan Shijin still caught a glimpse from the afterimage.
A girl's figure?
The photo was a bit blurry, the lighting very dim—he couldn't see it clearly.
He wasn't quite sure.
So he just bluffed him. "Which girl are you looking at?"
Ji Ciye flipped the phone over to show him.
His fingertip slid almost imperceptibly.
What Yan Shijin saw was a picture of him holding a microphone.
The image was zoomed in a bit—the entire screen was filled with his figure, his head slightly tilted, as if looking at something.
Yan Shijin let out a "damn." "Bro, since when did you become so narcissistic?"
"All this time, you've been sitting here admiring your own photo?"
Ji Ciye sat in the lower seat, lifting his eyes to give him a cold sidelong glance. "Still playing or not?"
"Not playing." Yan Shijin put away his cue with some boredom. "Let's call Old Fang and the others and go get a drink."
"Now?"
"Yeah, why not?"
Ji Ciye asked, "Isn't your flight tomorrow?"
"That's where you don't get it."
The sympathy play still worked sometimes.
Yan Shijin lazily pulled out his phone, opened WeChat, and sent a message to his pinned contact.
Ji Ciye glanced over and casually asked, "Got her contact info added?"
Yan Shijin replied without looking up, "Mm."
Ji Ciye asked as if offhandedly, "How'd you add her?"
Yan Shijin, hearing this, finally deigned to give him a glance, moving his phone away from the screen. "No, why are you so weird today?"
Ji Ciye raised an eyebrow, noncommittal. "Do I?"
Seeing Yan Shijin's expression that clearly said, "Yes, exactly like that."
He let out a soft chuckle and changed the subject. "Just showing some concern for your love life."
Yan Shijin: "…"
He was highly suspicious of the authenticity of that statement.
Despite his suspicion, he still generously provided the standard answer. "Added her by being shameless and persistent, of course."