The Romance Extras Turned Out to Be a Yuri Story - Chapter 11

After the meeting, Lin Luoluo slung her bag over her shoulder.

She still had classes in the afternoon, but at noon she planned to nap a little at Lin Xiangdong’s apartment.

Seeing Fang Duo still talking with Zhang Qiu, she lingered for a while. When she saw that the two hadn’t finished, she lowered her head and walked out. Suddenly, someone called out:

“Lin Luoluo.”

She turned her head—it was Fang Duo.

Fang Duo raised her phone slightly and said:
“Let’s add each other’s contacts, easier to reach out if needed.”

Lin Luoluo pressed her lips together, then took out her phone and added Fang Duo.

Her eyes shifted to Zhang Qiu. Zhang Qiu was lowering her head, looking at the documents. As if sensing her gaze, Zhang Qiu raised her head—but Lin Luoluo immediately looked away.

Her toes tapped against the floor. Fang Duo said:
“Vice President, I’ll head out first. I’ll call if anything comes up.”

“Mm.” Zhang Qiu nodded, started putting away the files, and got up to leave.

Panic welled up in Lin Luoluo’s chest, and before she could stop herself she blurted out:

“Gu Beichen said you two are breaking up!”

Zhang Qiu’s hands froze mid-pack, and finally she lifted her head to look at her. Her gaze was complicated:
“Gu Beichen told you that?”

Lin Luoluo’s heart was in a mess. She couldn’t even explain the rush of feelings inside her—anxious yet powerless. She wanted to talk to Zhang Qiu but was terrified that the words spilling out would hurt her instead.

It was nothing more than her possessiveness acting up.

She wanted to get close to Zhang Qiu but didn’t know how to express it.

She obediently nodded, lowering her head like a guilty child:
“I didn’t mean it just now.”

She hadn’t wanted to target Zhang Qiu. She just felt Fang Duo’s hostility toward her and instinctively went on the defensive, never expecting the rebound to hit Zhang Qiu instead.

Lin Luoluo really liked Zhang Qiu.

She liked the carefree spirit Zhang Qiu had—the very thing she herself lacked.

Biting her lip, she wondered if Zhang Qiu would forgive her.

She had never had friends before, so she didn’t know how to make them. Before encountering the system, she buried herself in books, as if that way the outside world’s noise couldn’t reach her. After arriving here, Zhang Qiu became the person she understood best—and the person she wanted most to draw near to.

Zhang Qiu didn’t speak for a long time. Lin Luoluo waited and waited. Disappointed, she let out a small breath, thinking Zhang Qiu had left.

But when she timidly raised her eyes, a pair of cool hands brushed across her forehead. At some point Zhang Qiu had finished packing, walked around the desk, and now stood before her. She flicked Lin Luoluo’s forehead lightly.

Zhang Qiu sighed:
“You…” as if there was more she wanted to say.

After hesitating, she finally said:
“You and Gu Beichen are a good match.”

Lin Luoluo’s eyes widened—she wanted to shake her head. She hadn’t come here to flaunt anything. Inside her head the system alarm blared.

【Host, play your role properly!】

In the end, the words stayed trapped in her throat.

Zhang Qiu studied the girl in front of her for a moment, and seemed to take her silence as agreement.

Her heart felt much lighter. The guilt from being the one to suggest breaking up suddenly seemed less heavy, as if Lin Luoluo’s presence had eased it. Lin Luoluo was a very sweet girl, and she and Gu Beichen were well-matched.

Zhang Qiu had thought about breaking up for a long time. Young love burned hot and fierce, and Gu Beichen’s passionate pursuit back then had swept her along before she had time to think. She had let her guard down and agreed to him.

But their incompatibility had shown itself everywhere in daily life.

Zhang Qiu had struggled over how to bring up the breakup. She didn’t want to hurt anyone, but no matter what, someone would get hurt.

And so, she was grateful for Lin Luoluo’s arrival, which somehow lightened her guilt.

Though in a way, that wasn’t really fair to Lin Luoluo either.

After a pause, Zhang Qiu said:
“Thank you for the medicine yesterday, it worked really well.”

Lin Luoluo blinked in confusion, her dark eyes clear like glass beads. After a while, she finally understood.

“Is your wrist better?”

Zhang Qiu nodded.
“Much better. What about your knee? Did you apply medicine?”

The two of them walked while talking, and the awkwardness seemed to melt away.

Lin Luoluo gazed at Zhang Qiu’s pure white profile, a little dazed. She answered softly:
“Auntie helped me put some on. This morning I saw the wound had already scabbed.”

Zhang Qiu nodded.
“That’s good.”

But soon, silence settled again.

Lin Luoluo tried to keep the conversation going:
“I still have class this afternoon, so at noon I’ll go to my brother’s place. What about you?”

“I’m going to my internship in the afternoon.”

“At Gu Corporation?” Lin Luoluo blurted out again. Meeting Zhang Qiu’s eyes, she flusteredly waved her hands:
“I only know because I overheard you talking with the school doctor—not because of Gu Beichen!”

After that, she rubbed her nose, embarrassed.

Zhang Qiu chuckled softly:
“It’s fine even if he told you.”

“He wants me to intern at Gu Corporation so I can stay with him.”

She hesitated, not wanting Lin Luoluo to misunderstand, and explained:
“But I turned it down.”

Smiling at her, she added:
“I have things I want to do for myself. I can’t revolve around him all the time. Besides, we’ve broken up.”

Of course, Gu Beichen probably didn’t think so.

He likely believed she was just throwing a tantrum.

After all, with his pride, he probably wouldn’t accept that someone dared to break up with him. He must think Zhang Qiu was testing him—forcing him to choose between her and his family.

Just like how his sister, Gu Xiaoxiao, would sometimes cry and fuss to demand their parents’ affection.

But Lin Luoluo kept these thoughts to herself.

Zhang Qiu continued, her tone relaxed:
“I’ve known Doctor Bai for a long time—the school doctor. I often got scrapes from tennis, so I’d go there a lot. Sometimes I’d help him out. His senior opened a law firm and needed interns, so I asked him to put me in touch.”

“I’ve always been interested in law. I want to work in that field.”

“I even registered for this year’s bar exam. Maybe one day I’ll become a lawyer.”

Her fair face lit up with yearning for the future. She was already striding toward it, while Gu Beichen still seemed stuck in place.

“Don’t tell him any of this.”

Then why tell me?

Lin Luoluo’s eyes were earnest as she listened. Her fluffy curls glowed under the sunlight, looking irresistibly soft. Zhang Qiu reached out to ruffle them and said with a smile:
“Because I feel like you’d understand me.”

“Gu Corporation would of course be a great option. But it’s not my option.”

To choose what she wanted to be—not to be chosen into something.

Zhang Qiu didn’t want to become Mrs. Gu. She just wanted to be herself.

Lin Luoluo’s eyes sparkled. Now it felt like she and Zhang Qiu shared a secret, something that drew them closer. She nodded seriously:
“I’ll keep your secret. No third person will know.”

Zhang Qiu laughed:
“Doctor Bai already knows.”

“Then no fourth person!”

“Fang Duo knows too.”

Lin Luoluo fell silent.

Zhang Qiu stopped walking and looked at her. Shadows from the trees around the teaching building danced across her body. After a while, Lin Luoluo squeezed out a question:
“Are you and Fang Duo close?”

“She’s Gu Beichen’s secretary. In student council matters, she often coordinates between us.”

Zhang Qiu didn’t say whether they were close or not. Lin Luoluo only murmured an “oh.”

Zhang Qiu asked:
“What’s wrong?”

Lin Luoluo mumbled:
“You’re the first friend I’ve made here.”

“Yesterday in the game you even gave me your level-3 helmet. You took me to the infirmary too. And…”

She trailed off, unable to think of more, finally blurting:
“Other than you, I don’t know anyone else.”

Zhang Qiu froze.

Lin Luoluo twisted her hands, voice muffled:
“I don’t have anything against Fang Duo. I just… felt like she dislikes me.”

Lin Luoluo was sensitive to people’s emotions. When she’d met Fang Duo earlier, she could clearly feel Fang Duo sizing her up. That was why she’d reacted so prickly.

It was as if Fang Duo’s very demeanor said: You’re just an outsider.

But Lin Luoluo couldn’t tell where that hostility truly came from.

“Fang Duo is a very rational person. What she said earlier was only out of responsibility for student council work.” Zhang Qiu explained:
“It wasn’t aimed at you personally.”

Lin Luoluo said nothing.

Even if she spoke now, no one would believe her. After all, why would anyone target her without a reason?

After a moment, Zhang Qiu pulled out her phone:
“Yesterday we didn’t add each other as game friends. If you don’t mind, let’s add each other now.”

“Next time you play, you can call me too.”

She shook her phone with a bright smile.

Lin Luoluo lit up, immediately adding her. Her steps grew lighter.

Her feelings were just too easy to read, Zhang Qiu thought with a smile.

Yesterday, when she’d given Lin Luoluo that level-3 helmet, it had just been because she knew the girl was new to the game and didn’t want to ruin her experience. Part of it was also gratitude for the medicine.

She hadn’t expected such a casual gesture to be remembered so deeply.

Zhang Qiu walked behind Lin Luoluo, watching her hop and skip, inexplicably happy herself. She spoke up:
“I’ll walk you back. I need to catch the bus over that way anyway.”

She’d been to Lin Xiangdong’s apartment before—the last time was to drop off Dongfang Qing. Because of her poor health, Dongfang Qing often went there to rest. The apartment was close to school, quiet, and had many spare rooms.

But now that they were in their senior year, everyone seemed busy with their own lives, and they hadn’t gathered in a while.

As these thoughts drifted, they reached the school gate—only to run into Mu Yunchun walking in.

Lin Luoluo was still talking to Zhang Qiu:
“My brother nearly broke his back carrying me home—he’s so out of shape compared to you.”

“I told you he’s no good. This morning he actually got up early and ran three kilometers.”

“Sometimes you just need reverse psychology.”

“If he loses even his abs, how could he call himself a sports major?”

Her little face brimmed with smugness.

Zhang Qiu smiled:
“Shouldn’t you also start exercising, Luoluo? Next time you trip, there might not be anyone around to catch you.”

Lin Luoluo’s cheeks flushed red. She was born with mild cerebellar dysfunction.

Tripping over her own feet was a daily occurrence.

She had thought that transmigrating into a novel would fix it, but apparently the flaw had followed her here too.

Just as she was about to defend herself, Mu Yunchun called out cheerfully:

“Zhang Qiu, are you free for lunch? My treat.”

Zhang Qiu frowned:
“I’m walking Luoluo home.”

Mu Yunchun seemed only then to notice Lin Luoluo. His smile dimmed a little, and he gave her a faint nod:
“How come you’re not with Beichen today? Aren’t you always wherever he is?”

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