The Cannon Fodder Ex-Wife Changes to Take the Black Moonlight Script - Chapter 29.1

The air conditioning in the teaching building was running at full blast.

The sudden downpour had further lowered the temperature.

Even Shang Shiqian, who hadn’t been caught in the rain, felt a slight chill, let alone Wei Yixian, who was drenched.

She opened her umbrella and said, “Let’s go back, take a shower, and change clothes before we talk about anything else!”

Wei Yixian didn’t resist sharing the umbrella with her.

But the moment they stepped outside, they ran straight into Chen Yixun.

“Yixun?”

“Shiyu.” Chen Yixun greeted Shang Shiqian first, then turned to Wei Yixian: “Hello.”

Shang Shiqian noticed the extra umbrella in Chen Yixun’s hand and immediately realized he had braved the rain to bring it for her.

She was touched, she had truly made a good friend!

Chen Yixun handed over the long-handled umbrella. “The rain’s heavy, so I brought you a bigger one.”

Just as Shang Shiqian was about to take it, Wei Yixian spoke up. “No need.”

Shang Shiqian: ?

Having an extra umbrella meant they wouldn’t have to squeeze under one, avoiding the awkwardness of getting soaked. Why refuse?

Wei Yixian gazed at her intently. “I never said I didn’t want to share an umbrella with you.”

Shang Shiqian: …

What did that have to do with whether they needed another umbrella?

Did Wei Yixian mean she wanted to share one with her?

Not wanting to assume too much, she quickly dismissed the thought.

Before Shang Shiqian could untangle the logic behind it, Wei Yixian reached out and grasped her wrist, the one holding the umbrella and wordlessly led her past Chen Yixun, continuing forward.

Shang Shiqian turned back apologetically. “Thank you for going out of your way to bring me an umbrella, but it looks like you came for nothing. I’ll treat you to dinner tomorrow to make up for it!”

Chen Yixun smiled at her and waved as he watched them walk away.

Once they were farther off,

the curtain of rain obscured Chen Yixun’s figure, leaving only Wei Yixian by her side.

Shang Shiqian frowned and said, “Wei Yixian, that was very rude of you just now.”

“You’re right.”

Wei Yixian suddenly released her wrist and stopped in her tracks.

Shang Shiqian, caught off guard by the abrupt halt, nearly pulled the umbrella away from Wei Yixian’s head.

She hurriedly readjusted it, but not before the rain drenched half her exposed shoulder.

Only then did she register what Wei Yixian had said.

“I’m sorry.” Wei Yixian looked at her.

The solemn tone threw Shang Shiqian off.

For a moment, it didn’t feel like Wei Yixian was apologizing for this matter.

Seeing Wei Yixian press her lips together, her complexion even paler than before, Shang Shiqian felt a twinge of discomfort, wondering if she had been too harsh.

After all, Wei Yixian was accustomed to standing at the top, where others were the ones who had to mind their manners, never her.

But after the apology, Wei Yixian resumed walking with a cold expression.

As if the earnest apology had just been a performance on stage.

The curtain had fallen, and she was herself again.

Seeing Wei Yixian about to step back into the rain, Shang Shiqian stopped dwelling on it and quickly caught up to her.

Fortunately, the parking lot wasn’t far.

The driver spotted them and immediately pulled up, considerately opening the door for them.

Once they were inside, he handed them clean towels from the storage compartment.

Wei Yixian closed her eyes to rest the moment she got in the car, so Shang Shiqian took the towels for them. “Thank you, Uncle Liu.”

The driver, Old Liu, smiled at her.

Shang Shiqian said to Wei Yixian, “You’ll have to go back to change your clothes. For now, wipe the water off your hands first.”

Seeing that Wei Yixian didn’t even blink, Shang Shiqian knew she was having another episode and decisively took a towel to dry her hands.

Fortunately, although Wei Yixian suffered from intermittent selective high-and-mighty deafness syndrome, she didn’t resist or despise Shang Shiqian’s presumptuous actions.

Shang Shiqian held her cold hands and muttered, “Why are your hands always so icy?”

Wei Yixian remained silent.

When the chilly raindrops fell on her hands, she couldn’t feel any temperature at all precisely because her hands were already numb from the cold.

Only now, with Shang Shiqian holding them, did she sense a trace of warmth from this person.

‘This is the body heat of a living person.’

Until this moment, even after seeing the most concrete evidence, she had still harbored some doubt.

Could all this be an illusion created by the system? Had the person interacting with her these past days been nothing but a flesh-and-blood puppet?

Only now did the answer in her heart become clear.

Shang Shiqian had no time to dwell on Wei Yixian’s inner turmoil.

With nothing else to do, she was chatting with the system to pass the time.

[Little Black System, do you think her hands are colder, or were my hands colder when I was lying in the morgue?]

The system froze for half a second: [Others’ imaginations are called flights of fancy, but host’s imagination is a tour of the underworld.]

Shang Shiqian ignored it: [It just occurred to me is my body temperature higher because I went through 900-degree tempering?]

The system burst into laughter: [Honk honk honk. Host’s dark humor has been recorded in the Witnessing Host Diversity archive.]

[I feel like you’re mocking me.]

[No such thing.]

“…” Wei Yixian, with immense self-control, suppressed the instinctive urge to clench her fists.

Still, Shang Shiqian noticed her unnatural stiffness.

Shang Shiqian: [Has Wei Yixian’s corpse no, body finally reached the rigor mortis stage?]

Wei Yixian: …

If she remained silent any longer, Shang Shiqian might start picking out a burial plot for her.

She opened her eyes and expressionlessly withdrew her hand.

Coolly, she said, “You seem to be in a good mood. Did something good happen at school?”

Shang Shiqian was puzzled.

She hadn’t even realized she was in a good mood, how did Wei Yixian know?

But speaking of good news, there was indeed something she wanted to share with Wei Yixian:

“Weng Qizheng, 5-dan, asked me to help train the Go club members preparing for the university championship. Does that count as good news?”

“You agreed?”

“I said I’d think about it.”

Wei Yixian scoffed.

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