Chapter 11: Sentimental Qing Ran, Heart-Stirring Wan Feng

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Qing Ran: You’re thirty seconds late.

Class monitor sure is punctual.

Jiang Mo stared at the screen, as if he could see the class monitor’s icy, stern expression.

Mo: Private message, Qing Qing-chan, my internet’s acting up, it slows down automatically when I encounter a beautiful girl.

Qing Ran: ?

Qing Ran has sent you a PK challenge... accept?

Hmm? Jumping straight into a fight? I like it.

You lost.

On the screen, the class monitor’s Rock pet mercilessly stomped him into the ground.

Qing Ran: You’re too weak. Your pet’s level is low and not powerful.

Qing Ran: Why don’t you plant anything on your farm?

Qing Ran: Go catch a Sonic dog first, I’ll help you plant on the farm.

Qing Ran: How do you catch pets without a Glu Ball? You have to wait until their health is low before throwing the ball.

Qing Ran: You’re an idiot.

Embarrassed, Jiang Mo hadn’t played in a long time—his last time was back in elementary school—and he’d forgotten some game mechanics.

The class monitor usually seems low-key, but her aggression was surprisingly fierce.

Yet, her serious scolding was oddly endearing.

Mo: Sorry, class monitor. How about we play Seer instead? I’m more familiar with that. Or something else? I’ve played almost every game on 4399.

After a while, with no reply from her, Jiang Mo thought he might have scared her off.

Qing Ran: Then you’re a good person.

Playing on 4399 earns you a “good person” card? Elementary school level, huh.

The class monitor’s chameleon-like nature with no bottom line—interesting.

Qing Ran: Add me on QQ.

Soon after, the class monitor aggressively sent a string of numbers, then immediately went offline.

Logging out of the game, Jiang Mo took out his phone, added her on QQ, and was instantly accepted.

Such swift and decisive execution—what a powerful and efficient young lady.

What made Jiang Mo laugh was that her avatar was from Guobao Special Attack—a plump, chubby sun character.

Such a stark contrast. No wonder Qing Ran doesn’t interact much with others—she probably fears exposure.

Qing Ran: Let’s play “Dream Journey to the West IV.”

Mo: Doesn’t that require playing on the same computer?

Qing Ran: Then come to my place.

Reading that, Jiang Mo froze again—it's already past eleven at night, going to her place in the middle of the night?

Qing Ran: There’s no adult at home.

Qing Ran: The bed is big; you can just sleep.

Mo: Is there a cat that can do backflips?

You retracted a message.

Qing Ran: No.

OK, the Turing test is complete.

It’s confirmed—Qing Ran is a silly, clueless girl, even purer in some ways than Chen Yajie.

Mo: I’ll come next time. It’s a bit late tonight.

Qing Ran: Then I’ll come to your place.

A statement—this is bad.

When Jiang Mo saw that, he seriously thought Qing Ran might actually come over.

How would he handle it? Damn it, better knock Jiang Wanfeng out first?

Qing Ran: My electric bike ran out of power...

Mo: (lesbian gesture) Haha...

The online tough guy meets a real-life beautiful girl, fights with all his might but can’t win; luckily saved by an electric bike.

Mo: Class monitor, do you play Minecraft? I have the install package and know how to connect.

Qing Ran: No, no one plays with me.

A simple message flashed from the Guobao Special Attack avatar.

Staring at it, imagining her future, Jiang Mo suddenly felt a wave of loneliness.

Actually, Qing Ran isn’t that unapproachable—everyone just wears rose-colored glasses seeing her as an unattainable beauty.

Without such a social divide about her future, Jiang Mo probably wouldn’t dare approach her lightly either.

Qing Ran: Send it over.

Qing Ran poked your oregano and said “okay.”

Qing Ran: ?

Oh no, poked and forgot to switch back to normal text—damn my lustful fingers!

Jiang Mo broke into a cold sweat, but figured she was too pure to understand.

Sure enough, after Jiang Mo sent the installation package, Guobao Special Attack said no more.

Then, teaching the class monitor to create an account and connect, she learned quickly but...

She got a little too absorbed.

Until half past midnight, Qing Ran’s Steve character was still diligently building a small house, while Jiang Mo was already sleepy, idling in place.

Suddenly, noises outside the door startled him awake.

His light wasn’t off, visible from outside.

“Jiang Mo? You’re not asleep yet?”

A girl’s voice called, followed by staggered footsteps.

Damn, the door wasn’t even locked.

Too late.

Jiang Mo quickly set his computer to standby to avoid disconnecting Qing Ran’s game, then lay back, covering his head with the blanket.

Knock knock.

Jiang Wanfeng lightly tapped the door.

The next moment, she twisted the handle and barged in.

“...Jiang Mo?”

The girl wore only a top, her slender yet shapely white legs exposed under the light.

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Her breathing was slightly hurried, her cheeks rosy. Jiang Mo could hear her rapid heartbeat—nervous... or maybe something else.

“Asleep?”

“Just forgot to turn off the light…”

Jiang Wanfeng exhaled in relief; perhaps she had worried too much.

Tonight, she’d indulged herself again, making the same mistake... all because of that bottle of Jianlibao.

Damn it, this bastard just keeps getting worse... and more... well.

Then Jiang Wanfeng stood by Jiang Mo’s bed. Jiang Mo reached out, wiping her damp knees.

He heard her swallow hard, giving him goosebumps.

Her delicate scent was like the late autumn breeze mingled with spring’s affection, drifting into Jiang Mo’s nostrils.

Their heartbeats grew louder and faster, mingling with their breaths, echoing in the tense atmosphere.

“You’re sleeping soundly.”

Jiang Wanfeng finally turned away.

“From now on, twice a week, just twice…”

She whispered as she tiptoed out, turned off the light, and gently closed the door.

Only after her footsteps fully faded did Jiang Mo get out of bed.

Why did he instinctively hide? If Jiang Wanfeng found out he was gaming with someone else, the image he’d built of “Jiang Mo studying hard” would shatter.

Plus, Jiang Wanfeng’s tsundere stubbornness was borderline obsessive. If he were awake, it’d be like telling her, “I know your little secret, you perverted girl, but I won’t respond.”

Jiang Mo probably didn’t mean it, but she’d definitely overthink.

Breaking the paper-thin window screen was easy, but resisting the cold wind that followed was hard...

Jiang Wanfeng’s story progress was still at 0%, while Hu Yu’en’s was at 1%, meaning he still knew very little about his childhood friend.

He had to be careful—joking around was fine, but when it came to life and relationships, caution was necessary.

If he drove Jiang Wanfeng crazy, even with a condom, she’d probably prick a tiny hole.

Loving a yandere is a story; being loved by one is an accident.

“Twice a week,” Jiang Mo muttered, “You said the last time was just the other day.”

Hmph, women!

Back at his computer, he canceled standby mode after more than half an hour.

In the game, his blocky character was inside a simple little house, with a bed nearby, walls adorned with torches, and flowers at the door.

Qing Ran’s character was gone, leaving only a larger version of the same cozy house.

He opened QQ and found many messages from the class monitor:

Qing Ran: Night’s falling, go inside the house.

Qing Ran: The bed is built.

Qing Ran: Why aren’t you moving? Zombies are attacking you.

Qing Ran: I’m fighting them... I can’t beat the zombies.

Qing Ran: I can respawn, you go in first.

Qing Ran: Morning came. I died so many times. You haven’t died. Are you still there?

Qing Ran: I built you a house too, not as big as mine.

Qing Ran: Let’s play a little longer, okay? Are you there?

Qing Ran poked your oregano and said “okay.”

Qing Ran: Do you know where to find flowers?

Qing Ran: I found some.

Qing Ran: Do you want to see the flowers? Is your internet lagging? Didn’t you say your network slows down when you see a beautiful girl?

Qing Ran: I didn’t find any beautiful girls here, only zombies and skeletons.

Qing Ran: Am I playing badly?

Qing Ran: Then let’s play next time (smile).

Seeing the “death smile” emoji, Jiang Mo’s fingers instinctively hovered over the keyboard, ready to say something cheeky.

But after rereading her messages, he deleted the words.

He seemed to understand what Qing Ran truly needed.

He also roughly understood why his future self would abandon Hu Yu’en and Jiang Wanfeng to live with her... though that too was a tragedy.

The one-sided message panel always looked so lonely. His previous chat records with Hu Yu’en were exactly the same.

After some thought, he replied:

Mo: My internet lagged, sorry class monitor. I really enjoy playing games with you—not just next time, but always.

An AI-like response.

Jiang Mo felt his chat style was assimilated by Qing Ran—childlike words and logic.

Unexpectedly, Qing Ran replied immediately:

Qing Ran: You’re a good person.

Second “good person” card already.

Mo: Class monitor, there are beautiful girls in this game.

Qing Ran: Where?

Mo: You are one!

Qing Ran: I’m Steve.

No hope for Qing Ran—recommended for a Turing test. Can’t she recognize such basic cheesy pick-up lines?

Jiang Mo felt sorry for those in class trying to flirt—maybe it wasn’t their skill, but that the class monitor simply didn’t understand or care.

She seemed to like only childish things.

After a few more lines of AI talk, Jiang Mo turned off his phone and went to sleep.

In the middle of the night, he dreamed the door suddenly opened; Jiang Wanfeng barged in, cupped his face, kissed him fiercely, then fled.

Fake, fake—it had to be a dream. A tsundere childhood friend would never be so forward.

Until he woke up in the morning and saw teeth marks on his face in the mirror, then realized it was real!

Damn it, Jiang Wanfeng, you’re such a crazy girl—should’ve warned you to control yourself!

But it didn’t matter, because in the future, Jiang Wanfeng’s antics would only escalate.

Jiang Mo even suspected this wasn’t the first time she’d done this; before, he never thought that late-night bites were anything but rats.

Those rats... pretty bold.

Baby, you can bite somewhere else—I can accept that. You can’t have all the fun alone, right?

After washing up, he rushed out for a run to vent his anger, then decided to treat himself and bought two thirty-yuan McDonald’s breakfasts!

Damn, soy milk, burgers, and hash browns for thirty yuan? Less worth it than a single KFC skewer.

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Passing by the bun shop, Old Deng continued to spy:

“小 Mo, eating McDonald’s today? Oh, Western food doesn’t suit our stomachs; better eat some Chinese food!”

Old Deng was teasing him. Jiang Mo thought he’d turn his daughter into a ghostly accessory sooner or later, so he didn’t argue.

Arriving at home, Jiang Mo suddenly remembered that Jiang Wanfeng only gave him twenty yuan pocket money daily—carrying two McDonald’s meals in might get him killed.

He left the McDonald’s at the door and walked in with a clear conscience.

The girl sat on the sofa, surprisingly serious-looking. It’d be better if she wore pants—her long legs were making him burn up.

“What are you doing?”

“Jiang Mo... I have something to tell you.”

Jiang Mo was stunned.

“Let me take a shower first. I’ve been a bit irritable lately.”

After showering, Jiang Mo sat across from her, imitating her posture.

Is something big about to happen?

Will the tsundere finally be defeated?

“Jiang Mo...”

“Hm?”

“I actually...”

“Go ahead.”

“I... sleepwalk. I eat in my sleep and tend to bite people randomly.”

Jiang Mo was dumbfounded. He expected a bold confession, but she brought up sleepwalking?

Sleepwalking with lust? Crazy girl, I’ll probably hang you on a bulletin board someday.

“Ah, really? I never noticed.” Jiang Mo feigned innocence.

Jiang Wanfeng looked up, her cold, sharp eyes glancing at him, then she relaxed.

“Oh, maybe I’m overthinking. I’m just guessing…”

“Hey! What if you really sleepwalk and molest me!?” Jiang Mo suddenly panicked. Her expression showed she wasn’t joking—because it was true.

“Who would molest you! Stop imagining things! I’d rather bite the table leg than touch you!” Jiang Wanfeng snapped.

“Good, you scared me.” Jiang Mo laughed it off, grabbed his bag, and dashed off.

“Forgot to buy breakfast today. Don’t want you to get hungry on the way and bite me, so I’m off first.”

Door closed.

The girl held her hot, burning cheek, softly whining.

A moment later, the door opened again.

Jiang Mo, panting, tossed in a bag of buns.

“I can’t let myself get hungry either, baby, eat up.”

“Jiang Mo! Are you crazy!?”

Jiang Wanfeng’s voice was muffled by the closed door.

Jiang Mo grabbed the McDonald’s and slipped away, but she still clutched the small bag of buns, her shy emotions steaming.

[Jiang Wanfeng’s story progress: 1%]

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“Hey, want McDonald’s?”

Early arrival, few people in class yet. Jiang Mo planned to use McDonald’s to tempt his dumb desk mate.

“Jie Bao, take it, from now on you can only ride my ghost bike!”

“I—I usually don’t eat breakfast,” Chen Yajie replied softly. “Eating too much makes me sleepy.”

“That won’t do! I can’t eat either, so you have it.”

“No... it’s too expensive.”

“Buy one get one free at McDonald’s, or else I’m a fool buying two.”

Jiang Mo noticed her pursing her lips—she was clearly hungry.

“It’s delicious~ cheese and ham hamburger~”

“Jiang Mo, don’t pressure me... I... don’t like it...” Chen Yajie buried her face in her Chinese textbook.

“Sigh, then I’ll just throw it away...”

“Ah, wasting food isn’t allowed! Then, give it to me anyway...”

Eventually, the girl accepted the McDonald’s, committing the sin of overeating.

Beautiful girls eating are always the same—small bites, daintily nibbling. Chen Yajie took a big bite of the burger and shyly smiled at him, foolishly sweet.

Being watched while eating must embarrass her, but she musters a smile for the gift giver—probably her life motto.

“Is it good?”

“Mm-hmm, thank you.”

[Your life trajectory has changed; Chen Yajie’s IF route has changed.]

[Five years later, you meet the owner of the bun shop you often visited in high school at the hospital. The owner is in a hurry, carrying a bag of McDonald’s breakfast.]

[Curious why the bun shop owner buys other breakfast, you follow him and overhear a conversation in a ward...]

[The girl in the ward has stomach cancer. She can’t eat the breakfast but just wants to smell the scent of youth one more time.]

[The owner cries heavily, while the girl keeps reassuring him, saying it’s her own bad habit of not liking breakfast, not her father’s fault...]

[The old father’s hand is clutching a certificate of depression, explaining his deep sorrow.]

[Her name is Chen Yajie.]

“Jiang Mo, it’s really delicious,” the gentle girl swallowed the last bite of the burger, a soy milk stain lingering on her smiling dimple.

Jiang Mo was stunned, his expression complex.

He instinctively wiped the mark from her mouth.

“Then you have to eat well.”

Chen Yajie looked a little dazed, blushing and looking away.

“Oh... I’ll try my best...”

Uh-oh...

Jie Bao, this ghost bike definitely has to carry you now.