Today is the last class for Bai Tang in the remedial class. Chu Li briefly went over the key points and then distributed thick materials to each student.
“Tomorrow, you can go for the certification exam. Although we only had six days of class, I’ve covered almost everything you need to know. Don’t be nervous; the certification exam is not difficult, and with our level, you should all pass,” Chu Li scanned the students in their seats, wearing a confident smile.
She took a sip of the wolfberry tea on the lectern and continued, “During these six days, you’ve all been listening to my lectures. Today, I’ll hand the stage over to you. Each of you will have to present your assignments on stage, focusing on the Qixi Festival data collection assigned yesterday.”
“Taking the stage can enhance your interview skills. I believe everyone will do well in the written test, but we need a little extra preparation for the interview.” Chu Li flicked her bunny ears, and with her rosy eyes, she looked at Zhen Aichi and Tang Jinlang, who were fidgeting.
A charming fragrance wafted from under the desk, reaching Chu Li’s nose.
Eating alone during class… is really too much!
Chu Li silently swallowed her saliva, trying to maintain a smiling demeanor. “So, next, let’s have Tang Jinlang come up to the stage.”
Tang Jinlang, called upon, stood up without changing his expression. He picked up his notebook from the desk and walked to the lectern. As he left his seat, he discreetly pushed the corner of a snack box into the drawer.
Tang Jinlang began his introduction to the origin and legends of Qixi, and the content was largely similar to the information available online. When he reached the part about what gifts couples should give on Qixi, Tang Jinlang paused and lowered his gaze to Zhen Aichi in his seat.
The determined contours of Tang Jinlang’s face suddenly softened, and he whispered, “On Qixi, I think you can give your lover handmade desserts.”
“Like chocolate.” Tang Jinlang looked quietly at Zhen Aichi, exuding a rugged yet tender atmosphere.
“I also like chocolate.” Zhen Aichi sitting below foolishly agreed.
Tang Jinlang’s gaze became even more profound as if filled with liqueur-filled chocolates.
After witnessing Tang Jinlang’s change in expression, Bai Tang couldn’t help but speculate, “System, does Tang Jinlang like Zhen Aichi?”
Summoning courage, Bai Tang asked the system who nervously clicked into Xiao Feige’s catalog, ready to catch up on updates—the system found that Xiao Feige had not updated!
The system lifted its head with frustration, and said to Bai Tang, “Isn’t that obvious?!”
After scolding Bai Tang, the system continued to refresh the page, only to find that Xiao Feige still hadn’t updated. The once imposing system deflated instantly. It recalled the widespread deep-sea torpedoes from yesterday, thinking that it might have hurt Xiao Feige’s soul, causing Xiao Feige to lose the desire to write.
Putting oneself in another’s shoes, the system believed that if it were in a similar situation, it probably wouldn’t be in the mood to write either. Despite being scared by this story, Xiao Feige’s writing was still good. Was it too much for the system to act this way?
Upon reflection, the system decided to turn over a new leaf. It took out the moonstones it had earned from check-ins, intending to gift them to Xiao Feige!
After fumbling around with how to use them, the system discovered that moonstones could be used for ratings. “-2” seemed a bit scary, so why not just give it a flat zero?
So, the latest comment in the comment section read—
Reader: When will the website change servers?
Rating: 0
Comment Chapter: 30
Here’s a moonstone for you, update quickly!
After sending the moonstone, the system felt it had redeemed itself and looked eagerly at Xiao Feige in the class, anticipating her prompt update.
Xiao Feige was engaged in a hushed conversation with She Rao, not looking at her phone and failing to notice the comment left by the system promptly. This disappointed the system a bit. Its current mood was akin to that of a fan turning from black to white, feeling both awkward and shy, hoping to receive early praise from its idol.
Perhaps Xiao Feige and She Rao’s open discussion was too conspicuous. After Tang Jinlang finished speaking, the next person called to the stage was Xiao Feige.
Actually, Xiao Feige was frequently called upon to answer questions. Because of her pronounced dark circles and listless appearance, Chu Li often suspected she was sleeping with her eyes open.
Xiao Feige had a slender figure, appearing delicate and fragile. However, when she stood upright at the podium, her aura, in stark contrast to her appearance, effortlessly subdued the entire audience.
She fully opened her eyes, dark orbs glittering like stars, dispelling any trace of weariness. Holding the papers like chopping green onions, Xiao Feige cleared her throat and began reading her assignment. She observed She Rao’s reaction specifically after saying, “…I believe that on Qixi, you can write an article for someone you like.” When she saw She Rao’s slightly widened, slender eyes, Xiao Feige’s mood lifted, and she gave a subtle quirk of her lips.
She knew that She Rao liked her articles.
She knew that She Rao liked the author “QuackQuackQuackQuackQuack” on the supernatural-themed website, as well as the pen name she had once abandoned. So, when they sat together in front of the computer deciding on a name, she rested on her own right arm, lazily gazing at the short-haired girl. She nonchalantly suggested, “How about we call it ‘QuackQuackQuackQuackQuac’?”
She Rao’s snake-like pupils contracted for a moment.
“Because I’m a pigeon spirit,” she said to She Rao.
This time, she wanted this pen name to write for She Rao.
Originally, writing stories was just a pastime for her. It was a vent for her frustration due to the harsh suppression from the main family. So, the stories she wrote were all dark and despairing social commentary.
Until one day, in a particularly good mood, she wrote a healing short story with a fairy-tale theme. A short piece of less than two thousand words managed to deceive a foolish reader into reading it. The reader, who loved silly and sweet stories, read all of her dark social commentary articles for the sake of that one piece. In the end, the reader left a comment:
“I really want to hug the author. The one who can write such heartwarming stories must have gone through something really tough, considering all the unfinished dark social commentary stories in her column.”
Some authors affectionately refer to their readers as little angels.
On the day she opened the comment section, after reading this particular comment, she fell into a prolonged silence.
So, this is what they mean by little angel?
As Xiao Feige looked quietly at She Rao from the podium, her slender eyelashes fluttered gently.
There was a phrase she had kept in her heart for a long time. When that silly girl walked up to her and declared herself as a reader with such a lengthy proclamation, she really wanted to say it.
… My little angel, you’ve worked hard coming down to this realm.
So, for the customized little sweet cake for the Qixi Festival, please make sure to accept it.
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The second-to-last to speak on stage was Qing Dai. Qing Dai’s speech was straightforward, “If it were me, I would personally paint a portrait of my loved one. Every Qixi Festival, I would paint one, even if their appearance ages and the colors fade, my love won’t.”
Bai Tang, sitting in the audience, listened with a puzzled expression, experiencing a dazed feeling similar to a struggling student looking at a top-performing student’s exam paper. “System, why is everyone giving examples from their own lives? Wasn’t the assignment about studying what human couples do on Qixi?”
“Look at you, making no progress at all. Other students have learned to expand and elaborate on their own, and you’re still stuck in the same place,” the system casually taunted Bai Tang, exuding a sense of disappointment like a father hoping his son would become successful.
After the scolding, the system suddenly realized that this expansion question was related to love. So, it quickly changed its tune, “Maybe we shouldn’t always think about expanding beyond the curriculum. We can’t bite off more than we can chew. Let’s stay grounded and complete the assignment. Let others talk about their stuff; we’ll talk about ours. Just read the content from your notebook!”
However, it was too late for the system’s advice. Bai Tang, fueled by determination, was ready to tackle this expansion question.
“If it were me, and I wanted to give a gift to my lover on Qixi, what would I give?”
Su Siyuan’s face appeared in Bai Tang’s mind. He didn’t know when, but he had memorized Su Siyuan’s features so clearly – the amber eyes, the naturally upturned corners of his mouth, and that profound tenderness.
What kind of gift would someone like Su Siyuan appreciate?
He seems to lack nothing.
He seems to have no preferences.
Bai Tang stood dazed at the front of the podium, looking somewhat lost as he surveyed the surroundings, scanning the classmates in the classroom. He knew that Xiao Feige liked writing, She Rao enjoyed reading novels, Tang Jinlang liked cooking, Zhen Aichi was fond of gourmet food, and Qing Dai had a passion for painting and photography…
But he didn’t know what Su Siyuan liked.
He knew the preferences of his classmates because those preferences were traceable, voluntarily revealed by the students themselves. However, Su Siyuan had never proactively shared anything. He always appeared polite, dressed in perfectly fitted suits, adhering to a strict schedule of work and rest, and maintaining a smiling face.
He wore a smile on his face because the corners of his mouth naturally turned upward. Yet, upon closer inspection, one could find that his amber eyes held nothing, only a complete indifference and an apparent weariness of wanting to take a short break.
Bai Tang didn’t know what Su Siyuan liked or what he wanted. However, Su Siyuan knew Bai Tang’s preferences.
This man would conjure a shower of rose petals for him to see, stay up all night preparing flower dew, create flowing clouds, and craft a cloud-shaped bed for him.
If accepting the kindness of another person is just going with the flow, feeling at ease with the other person’s goodwill, then perhaps it would have been better to reject it from the beginning.
Bai Tang opened his mouth but found himself unable to say anything.
Why give gifts on Qixi festival?
Because you want to make the person you like happy.
So, Su Siyuan, what should I give you to make you happy?
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Comments in Xiao Feige’s section:
Reader: When will the website change servers?
Rating: 0
Comment on Chapter 30:
I’m sending you a moonstone, hurry up and update!
1L: Watching the rich daddy urge for updates.
2L: Why give a zero rating… Isn’t a two-point rating enough?
3L: Borrowing the floor to ask, when will the author update?
4L (System): Is it wrong for me to give the author a moonstone?
5L: …Σ(|||▽||| ) Dad, what are you doing? Dad, stop, even if the author doesn’t update today, it doesn’t warrant giving moonstones!
6L (System): Isn’t moonstone a good thing?
7L: Moonstones are used for negative ratings! Dad, kneel down, orz.
8L: Hahaha, watching the tycoon act foolishly, does the tycoon think moonstones are good things? [Censored] is a bad thing.
9L: What are you saying, upstairs? Don’t try to tarnish Dad’s glorious image.
10L (System): …
11L from author “QuackQuackQuackQuackQuack” in response: These days, I’m preparing a little surprise for a reader as a Qixi Festival gift, so I’m taking a break from updating.
12L: !!! Captured a wild Mrs. [referring to the author]
13L: Big sister, what did you say?! Which reader is it? Jealousy has transformed me beyond recognition QAQ
14L: Wuwuwu, which little fairy has enchanted the big sister? I’m drawing my sword now.
