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Chapter 89: Ignorance
The cicadas’ sound orchestrated a symphony known as summer .



The shadow of the thick woods and the rustling of the leaves along with the breeze that occasionally swept the steel and concrete forest revealed a mysterious scent and coolness .

It belonged to a person .

The white dress billowed like a lily at dawn, resembling the bloom of first love . The quiet, serene face perpetually drawn to the paperback novel—sometimes delighted, at other times sorrowful .

[So jealous . . .
If only I were that book . ]

"Yo, Jiang Chen, you’re drooling . " Zhao Peng approached Jiang Chen as he bumped into him with a smirk .

"Go away . " Jiang Chen glanced at him at and slightly shifted his body sideways, lying on the table to sleep .

As though he was inadvertently facing that direction .

"Ahem, if you like Yao Tingting then you should go ask her out . Wu—" Jiang Chen immediately jumped up and covered the mouth of his good friend .

"Do you want to die!" Jiang Chen twisted Zhao Peng's neck as he growled at Zhao Peng in a hushed voice, his face red .

With a smirking face, Zhao Peng pretended to die while rolling his eyes .

The girls in front turned around and witness their boisterous play and started giggling . While the other boys near Jiang Chen and Zhao Peng surrounded them in a rowdy manner .

As though drawn by the commotion, the goddess stared in their direction .

And gave a look of mild confusion .

Jiang Chen felt his heart almost stopped .

His ear began to heat up .



Oh no, his skin was scorching .

Yao Tingting probably thought that her classmates were too rowdy, so she closed her book and left the classroom quietly .

"Ahhh! Fu*k, you used your teeth!" Jiang Chen painfully jerked away from Zhao Peng .

"You fu*king almost choked me to death!" Zhao Peng was breathing heavily while clutching his chest and gave Jiang Chen his nastiest look .

When the boys saw that the commotion had died down, they all left chuckling . The two girls in front started talking about the TV show last night, and the classroom regained its former peace .

Except for the window blinds which fluttered in the breeze .

The ordinary day felt fulfilling .

It felt like everything gave off a sense of nostalgia .
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11 June 2171, summer .

High school’s first summer break was almost here, and it wouldn’t be long before the exams started .

Today I watched her secretly again .

I thought I already made up my mind to suppress my feeling for her in the bottom of my heart .

No, that's not right, or maybe just like what Zhao Peng had said, I should probably ask her out .

No, no, no, that's impossible . . . she is so beautiful, so smart, there must be plenty of people who like her . If I asked her out and she rejected me, we couldn't even be friends anymore .

Eh? Maybe we are not even friends?

"Ahhh . . . " Jiang Chen slammed the journal on the bed behind him as he laid his head down on the table and covered his head .



[If I leave this diary behind, my embarrassment will go down in history in the future . It will kill me . No, fu*k! I’m a man so why am I so conflicted? If I like her, I can r*pe her . What does asking her out even do? If I can't get her, I'll force her . If that doesn't work, I’ll just drug her . If we break up, then send her nud*s . If I can't even bear the consequence of going to jail, how do I even have the audacity to say I like her! There's no use of being conflicted .

Hm? Something weird might have gotten into him . ]

. . . still feeling conflicted .

He stared at the cloud on his table mindlessly as his thoughts wandered off .

It was after a good while before he recollected his thoughts from the unnatural state .

"Is this how a adolescent trouble feels like?" After thinking for a moment, Jiang Chen let out a sigh while he savagely combed his messy hair .

[Eh? I thought I have a short hair?] Jiang Chen was baffled, his hand momentarily stopping .

[This is an illusion right? Who would get an ugly haircut like this?]

"When did I start writing this diary again? What's the point of this thing, saving it so I would be embarrassed in the future?" Jiang Chen scanned the electronic clock beside him, sighing .

[It's 8 already . Fine, I'll stop thinking about her and will loosen up with a show . ]
He thought about it as he stood up . He stretched his sore limbs and walked to the living room .

Because he went to school away from his hometown, his parents were not with him . When did this happen again?

The beginning of senior high, right .

The vivid memory suddenly resurfaced in his head as it filled the slightly odd memory gaps .

He headed to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator’s door and took a bottle of Coke before walking into the living room . He slumped down on the cushy sofa, grabbed a glass, and poured one for himself . He then pressed the TV remote in a leisurely manner .

The flashing lights and shadows reflected on the light blue screen . Just like a window, behind it were scenes after scenes of drama .

The TV show started airing . . .
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"Gege, I won't let you go easily until I’m done teasing you . " The girl switched the way her legs were crossed; the white color made Klein's heart throbbed uncontrollably . One graceful hand lazily propped up her stunning face as she laid back serenely against the throne . The position exactly resembled a wicked but beautiful and mysterious noble .

"Do you want to know what's happening to your right now?"

Klein felt a mischievous smile formed on the fuzzy but gorgeous face . His throat moved while he tried to make his vision clearer, but it was futile . There was a terrible feeling as if he was like a piece of meat on a chopping board .

"Then look underneath you . "

Klein consciously shifted his gaze downwards . He saw that both of his feet were submerged in shallow water with floating petals . "The fragrance is coming from below my feet?" he wondered dazedly .

Through the reflection from the pool, he vaguely saw his current form . He seemed to be tied to a cross, his lips tied with thin chains . Surprisingly however, was that his limbs did not feel sore at all .

"Don't you think this is beautiful . . . "
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"Dust Kingdom" appeared to be a popular TV show . The girls sitting in front of him were talking about this drama .

Jiang Chen thoughts wandered as he stared blankly at the screen .

A punk-style drama based on a novel that told the story of the ancient times . Surprisingly, these types of show were remarkably popular . Under the augmented reality effect, it felt as though he was at the scene itself .

In retrospect, the scenes were rather intense . Was it really okay to be broadcasted on public TV? For some reason, Jiang Chen did not appear to be interested at all . He merely zoned out mindlessly, and he even had the urge to yawn .

This Klein guy should be bitten by the vampire next . He probably wouldn't die, because…wait, why does the plot look so familiar?
[Shameless plagiarist . . . ] Jiang Chen cursed in his mind as he gulped down a sip of Coke, his eyebrows began to frown .

"Do I like to drink Coke?" He subconsciously grabbed a bottle from the fridge just like before .

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized the question was dumb .

The plot continued on the screen .

Of course, Klein didn't die; the vampire only sucked some blood from his body . Klein was taken away by the vampire's maid, and the drama then began to show the post-credits .

That’s right, if the main character died, how would the story continue?

Jiang Chen turned the TV off and glanced at the clock .

[It’s this late already . Time to hit the sack], he thought as he walked to the bedroom .

With the journal on his bed, he hesitated for a moment before sighing .

"I should just rip this out . If other people see this embarrassing journal, I would be better off dead . " Jiang Chen smiled wryly and picked up the diary .

He ripped the pages off, crumpled them into a ball and tossed them into bin . From the binding of the diary, there were a lot of torn pages; it was not the first time he erased the embarrassing history .

He threw the diary on the table as he flung himself onto the bed . Jiang Chen shoved his muddled head on the pillow . He fluffed the pillow for a bit before he let out a long breath .

[That’s it for today .

Tomorrow . . . tomorrow, I'll try asking her out .

Even if I get rejected, at least I won't regret it . ]

Just like this, the teen in puberty, anxious and full of hope drifted into sleep .

The cold letters silently jumped on the digital clock on the table .

11:59

12:00

The green light on the side of the clock flashed almost unobtrusively .

As though premeditated, the wind flipped the journal open on the table .

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