I no longer insist on searching for meaning, so I just want to bask in the sun and zone out.
“Uh………..are you…okay?”
Seeing Meng Siyu staring at her like that, Su Moli, no matter how thick-skinned she was, couldn’t help but feel a little tense.
She glanced around and prepared to grab a cold Coke from under the desk to pass it over.
“Want to have some Coke first? Calm down a bit?”
Meng Siyu ignored the Coke Su Moli offered.
Right now, her mind was filled with one question: how did this girl know about what happened last night?
This concerned her life, dignity, and secrets.
[No use saying more, right now all I can think is, you also did it? What was it like?]
[As a girl in her puberty, Meng Siyu was already curious about stars. Now you just threw her into the deep end, and her mental storm just won’t stop.]
“?”
Is that really such a big deal?
Seeing Meng Siyu’s overactive imagination, Su Moli felt speechless.
She hadn’t expected her mental resilience to be so weak.
She only said they’d “done it together” to make her realize clearly that no one is perfect, and everyone is basically the same in private.
Yet she immediately crashed.
If she takes her to a foot bath in the future, won’t she faint on the spot?
Also, a disclaimer: everything Su Moli does is to help Meng Siyu change her insecure, sensitive, and shy personality.
It’s definitely not because some dark uncle likes teasing little girls for fun.
You have to understand, what youth lacks will haunt them for life.
Su Moli is helping her, so there’s no intention to corrupt the little one.
No matter what others think, Su Moli only believes in her own good intentions.
But now, facing Meng Siyu’s emotional outburst, what should Su Moli do?
[Right, what will you do?]
“Simple, I’ll just self-destruct.”
At 30 years old, Su Moli knew well how precious sincerity was in social interactions.
So…
“If you don’t believe me, I can record a video for you tonight.”
“???”
[???]
Since Meng Siyu’s emotions were like a powder keg, ready to explode with just a spark, Su Moli’s counter was to douse this yet-to-blow nuclear bomb with an even bigger hydrogen bomb.
“W-what are you saying?”
Meng Siyu was about to explode and demand an explanation, but Su Moli’s words scared her into silence.
Girl, this is school!
If classmates overheard this, it would be social death.
Have some shame; don’t be so provocative.
“What’s wrong?”
Seeing Meng Siyu, who had just been raging like a Super Saiyan, now shrinking and trembling in the corner between the bench and the wall, Su Moli instantly got playful and tilted her head with a knowing look.
Su Moli only used one move to switch from defense to offense—no wonder she was a galgame master.
“Ah—don’t come over!”
Meng Siyu immediately crouched defensively, covering her head and shouting to stop Su Moli from getting closer, genuinely afraid she’d say something even more earth-shattering.
Luckily, they were seated in the very back corner of the classroom, so they could be this reckless.
If they were sitting closer to the front, they’d have been labeled “two gods” long ago.
Though, now, they were both pretty close to god-tier…
[Actually, I just want to tell you that it’s no big deal. Everyone’s the same. No need to feel inferior or afraid to hold my hand.]
Because there were classmates just three meters away in the classroom, speaking openly was still too risky.
But phones were banned at school.
So, Su Moli had to resort to written communication.
Although they were deskmates and only about ten centimeters apart, just turning her head to see Meng Siyu’s face or having strands of hair brush against each other, or breath blowing on each other, Su Moli still felt writing was freer and more convenient.
After all, saying the next words out loud would be too embarrassing, but writing them down wouldn’t feel as shameful.
“???”
Due to morning self-study, most classmates were quietly at their desks reading, copying homework, or chatting quietly with their deskmates, but no one dared to wander around.
Su Moli pushed her Notebook across the “38 line” and placed it in front of Meng Siyu, then pretended to seriously read the Chinese textbook.
She wasn’t reading today’s lesson, but the poems at the back.
Looking at the verses rich with ancient poets’ descriptions of the world, culture, moods, and environment, Su Moli felt deeply moved inside.
“Peach Blossom Hollow holds the Peach Blossom Cottage, where the Peach Blossom Immortal dwells.
The Peach Blossom Immortal plants peach trees, picking blossoms to trade for wine money. In books, one finds Yan Ruyu, in books, one finds a Golden House. Thousands of miles of gold can’t buy the Way, on the crossroad streets old friends meet.”
“I see the green mountains as charming, surely the green mountains see me the same. Floating duckweed drifts with no root, traveler of the ends, do not ask. Painting a tiger’s skin is easy, but painting its bones is hard; painting a person’s face is easy, but painting their heart is hard. Drink today’s wine and be drunk today, tomorrow’s worries come tomorrow. I sing wildly to while away the days, flying proudly—who am I truly strong for?”
Looking at these poems, Su Moli only remembered how many sleepless nights she had endured to memorize them for exams, never once pondering their deeper meaning.
Only after entering society and facing life’s setbacks did she want to express her feelings and realized that ancient poets had already written all the trials, joys, and ups and downs of life into these verses.
She had just been too busy with exams to appreciate them.
How could she say those things earlier yet remain calm and focused on her book?
Meng Siyu looked at the Notebook pushed over, then at Su Moli reading seriously beside her, and then glanced at the nearby classmates laughing and chatting.
For a moment, absurdity filled her heart.
Does this kind of youthful romantic comedy, usually only seen in novels and anime, really happen in real life?
[Um, did you really do it?]
Since things had already reached this point, if Meng Siyu kept avoiding the topic, it would be too boring.
So, she began to boldly write down what was on her mind.
Writing it down was far less embarrassing than saying it face to face.
[If you don’t believe me, I can video call you tonight and show you.]
[Uh, no, never mind, I believe you.]
Seeing the words Su Moli wrote, Meng Siyu was surprised, curious, and a little excited.
But thinking about how Su Moli was serious the past few times, she figured this time was probably true as well.
To avoid ruining her daily life, Meng Siyu forced herself to suppress her desires and refused.
[I do all this to help you desensitize. No one is perfect, so please don’t belittle yourself.]
[If you have bad habits, it’s best to change them while you’re young. It’s not too late yet.]
[If you don’t believe me or face any difficulties, you can always find me anytime, anywhere. I’ll help you.]
Su Moli wrote seriously in the Notebook and pushed it in front of Meng Siyu, her eyes firm and sincere, not a trace of mockery.
[Really? I can find you anytime, anywhere?]
[Of course. For example, if you want to do it, you can call me on video. People do those things because they’re too lonely to share with others, so they end up falling into it.]
[After all, I swore before to help you, so if you have any worries, troubles, or unspeakable secrets, tell me. I will never hate or despise you.]
[As a first exchange, I’ll tell you a secret too: I always wear disposable panties.]
Seeing Meng Siyu’s eyes widen in shock reading that outrageous note, Su Moli tactfully lifted her shirt and pulled down her waistband, revealing the cheap disposable panties underneath.
If you had a deskmate like Su Moli in high school, how would you react?