The Romance Extras Turned Out to Be a Yuri Story - Chapter 12

He did it on purpose.

On purpose, bringing up Gu Beichen.

Lin Luoluo was annoyed, but because of her “character setting,” she couldn’t flare up. Softly, she called,
“Brother Yunchun.”

Mu Yunchun chuckled.
“I’ve hit on something you were thinking about, hm? You won’t be angry, will you, Luoluo?”

Lin Luoluo pressed her lips together, glanced at Zhang Qiu, then shook her head.

Zhang Qiu said,
“Alright, stop teasing her. Careful or you’ll make her cry, and then Lin Xiangdong will come after you.”

Mu Yunchun tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Since when did you and Luoluo get along so well?”

Zhang Qiu froze.

Gu Beichen had asked her the same thing before.

Indeed, before she realized it, there were things she found she could only confide to Lin Luoluo.

She had once been used to bottling things up inside, but when she faced those clear eyes of Lin Luoluo’s, she actually felt the urge to speak out. She seemed to like this kind of relationship—where someone depended on her.

Unconsciously, Zhang Qiu’s lips curled up.
“How could girls’ secrets be told to you?”

Mu Yunchun looked at the two of them suspiciously. He couldn’t figure it out—how could these two ever be friends?

Especially Lin Luoluo. She had liked Gu Beichen since she was little, and Zhang Qiu was Gu Beichen’s girlfriend. Could she really bear such a relationship, swallow down jealousy, and still be friends with Zhang Qiu?

It felt impossible. Like a fairy tale.

Mu Yunchun himself couldn’t have done it.

Ever since he lost to Zhang Qiu in the rivalry for Gu Beichen’s attention, he hadn’t been able to stand the sight of Gu Beichen. Every now and then he’d trip him up, wishing he and Zhang Qiu would break up as soon as possible.

Whenever he saw them quarrel, he felt both glad and worried.

Glad they weren’t getting along, worried that Zhang Qiu would be hurt.

Mu Yunchun’s eyes softened. His pair of peach blossom eyes glimmered like rippling water as he said warmly,
“My dad’s agreed to let me join the company. I wanted to celebrate with you. Aren’t you happy for me?”

Zhang Qiu’s bright eyes looked at Mu Yunchun. A genuine smile lifted her face.

“Congratulations.”

She truly was happy for him.

Because Mu Yunchun had always lived under the shadow of his all-rounder older brother. His family’s only requirement of him was “just don’t go astray.”

As the youngest child, he had always worked hard to gain his family’s approval. But what he got instead was, “You don’t need to work so hard. You have an older brother.”

His brother became a shadow in his heart. No matter how well Mu Yunchun did, his brother always achieved more.

Now that he was about to graduate, he wanted to enter the company and help. But his parents persuaded him not to, because his brother was already set to inherit the business. They had long prepared a special trust fund for him—he only needed to live as a carefree rich man.

But Mu Yunchun was unwilling.

Why couldn’t he display his talents? Why should he be the one to idle away?

He understood his family’s worries—they didn’t want inheritance disputes in the future. But why did it have to be him who was sidelined? He, too, had ambition and passion to realize.

Because of that Yun Duo Technology stock, his family finally recognized his ability and agreed to let him join the company.

He was overjoyed. And at the very first moment he received the news, he thought of Zhang Qiu.

Only she would truly be happy for him, only she could understand his ambition.

As he expected.

Mu Yunchun’s gaze softened further. His peach blossom eyes seemed like a little river, capable of pulling anyone in. He looked at Zhang Qiu.

“So, at noon, shall we—”

“Brother? Are you home? Brother Yunchun said he’s treating us to lunch.” Lin Luoluo’s voice interrupted him.

On the phone, Lin Xiangdong was startled.
“Huh? Lunch? Yunchun said that?” He looked up at the sky. It wasn’t raining red rain, was it? Since when did Mu Yunchun treat people to meals?

“Yes. Brother Yunchun is right here beside me. He said he wants to celebrate entering the company.” Lin Luoluo timidly glanced at Mu Yunchun. “Right, Brother Yunchun?”

“Of course,” Mu Yunchun ground out between his teeth.

Lin Xiangdong was sincerely happy for his buddy.
“That’s worth celebrating! Where are you? I’ll be right there!”

“At the school gate. Oh, and Sister Zhang Qiu is here too.”

“Okay! Wait for me, I’ll be right there!”

“Brother Yunchun, my brother said he’s coming right away.” After she hung up, Lin Luoluo timidly ducked behind Zhang Qiu, not daring to meet Mu Yunchun’s dark, brooding stare. Only a tuft of her fluffy curls peeked out, swaying mischievously in the air.

She tugged gently at Zhang Qiu’s sleeve.
“Sis, will you have time later?”

Zhang Qiu hugged the things in her arms. A sweet, tender feeling bloomed inside.

It was the first time someone had called her “sister” in such a soft, sticky-sweet way.

So cute.

She couldn’t resist and immediately said,
“I have time, but I must leave at one.”

Mu Yunchun, unable to keep up his gentlemanly façade, shot Lin Luoluo a glare. Then he quickly lifted his charming peach blossom smile again, saying smoothly,
“I’ve already reserved a private room. At that hotpot place you like, the one with clear broth.”

Zhang Qiu looked at Lin Luoluo with a bit of worry.

Last time they had hotpot, she had noticed Luoluo didn’t seem to like meat much.

Lin Luoluo met her gaze and gave her a sweet smile. She leaned in and whispered,
“I know you don’t want to go out with him alone. Now that we’ll all be there, you don’t have to worry.”

Zhang Qiu suddenly understood.

So Luoluo was helping her out.

Her heart was touched in its softest corner.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t say no—but having someone think of her beforehand and care for her like this, it was indescribable.

No one had ever cared about her feelings before.

Those rich young men always acted on their own whims, never considering her thoughts. She was used to it. But now, suddenly, someone cared—it truly moved her.

Her lips curled upward. Eyes smiling, she whispered back,
“Thank you.”

Mu Yunchun noticed Zhang Qiu and Lin Luoluo whispering to each other. Deliberately, he cleared his throat.
“What are you two talking about? Something I can’t hear?”

Zhang Qiu blinked and smiled.
“Girls’ secrets. Boys can’t know.”

“What can’t we know?” Lin Xiangdong came running over just then, punching Mu Yunchun on the chest. Mu Yunchun staggered back a step, rubbing the spot.

Lin Xiangdong slung an arm around his shoulder.
“Nice, brother. Such great news—this meal’s on me!”

“How about we call Beichen too? Let him celebrate with you.” He was already reaching for his phone.

“No need!”

Three voices spoke at once, all in different tones.

Mu Yunchun. Zhang Qiu. Lin Luoluo.

The three of them looked at each other, then acted immediately.

Lin Luoluo grabbed her brother’s phone. Mu Yunchun dragged him back. Zhang Qiu quickly said,
“The student council’s handing over responsibilities soon. He’s very busy—let’s not bother him.”

“Ah? Oh.” Lin Xiangdong scratched his head, confused.

He could understand why Mu Yunchun didn’t get along with Gu Beichen over Zhang Qiu. He knew Zhang Qiu had been quarreling with Gu Beichen lately and hadn’t reconciled yet.

But why Lin Luoluo? Why was she also against calling him?

Had Gu Beichen’s popularity dropped this badly?

Lin Xiangdong gave his sister a look, asking for an explanation.

Lin Luoluo fidgeted with her fingers, searching for an excuse. Didn’t she hear the system screaming in her head about being OOC?

A “vicious supporting character” should be trying everything to cling to the male lead, not pushing him away!

She slowly said,
“Brother Beichen’s been really busy lately. I think he should rest more. Let’s not disturb him.”

Her gaze was earnest. Lin Xiangdong half-believed her.

Was Gu Beichen really that busy? Well, as student council president, he probably was.

Scratching his head, he asked Mu Yunchun,
“So, what do you want to eat for your celebration? Just tell me—I’ll pay!”

Mu Yunchun had already used up all his energy wrangling with Lin Xiangdong. The guy was a huge athlete—it had taken everything he had to hold him back. Exhausted, he muttered,
“I already booked the room. Just follow me.”

“Then I’ll pay,” Lin Xiangdong said.

Mu Yunchun nodded. He wouldn’t argue about that.

As the Lin family’s only heir, Lin Xiangdong already had plenty for Mu Yunchun to envy.

In the private room, the two girls sat together, the two boys together.

Mu Yunchun passed the menu to Zhang Qiu first, letting her choose.

Zhang Qiu was used to this. She ticked off fresh shrimp, vegetables, rice noodles, and corn. Then she softly asked Lin Luoluo what she wanted.

But Lin Luoluo saw she had picked all her favorites already, so she shook her head and handed the menu over to Lin Xiangdong.

Of course, he was a carnivore. He ticked off almost the whole meat section—short rib, ox tongue, brisket, beef balls, and so on.

When the menu came to Mu Yunchun, he glanced at it and just told them to serve it.

Lin Xiangdong stopped the waiter and added some alcohol.
“It’s a celebration. How can we not have drinks?”

Mu Yunchun agreed helplessly.

When the food was served, Zhang Qiu stuck to tea since she had internship duties in the afternoon. Lin Luoluo, on the other hand, was eager to try drinking.

Lin Xiangdong poured her a glass and warned,
“Your alcohol tolerance is barely more than a cat’s. Take it easy.”

Indeed, Lin Luoluo only dared to drink because she was surrounded by people she knew. Normally, she was a total lightweight.

As she waited for the food to cook, she secretly complained to the system:

【Since I’ve transmigrated into a book, why hasn’t my alcohol tolerance improved?】

【We can’t create what you never had,】 the system replied.

So her height and her alcohol tolerance both stayed the same.

Frustrated, Lin Luoluo grabbed some vegetables and crunched away.

Beside her, Zhang Qiu was fishing out shrimp. She peeled them all with disposable gloves, then pushed the plate toward Lin Luoluo.

Lin Luoluo felt shy.
“You peeled for so long—eat some too.”

“Mm.” Zhang Qiu smiled and started eating from the pot herself.

On the other side, Lin Xiangdong was drinking with Mu Yunchun. He sighed.
“Remember how good it used to be? You, me, Dongfang Qing, and Gu Beichen.”

“Now Dongfang Qing’s about to go abroad for treatment, you’re entering your company, Gu Beichen’s busy too… it’ll be hard to gather like before.”

Lin Xiangdong looked rough, but his heart was careful.

Mu Yunchun thought the same thing. Silently, he clinked glasses with him.

Everyone was growing up. Naturally, their paths would diverge. If they met again, who knew whether they’d be friends or rivals?

The hot steam swirled upward. Lin Xiangdong put down his empty cup and suddenly glanced toward Lin Luoluo.

Then his eyes widened. He shouted furiously,
“Put that down! Lin Luoluo, how much have you drunk already?!”

Lin Luoluo’s vision blurred. She hugged the wine bottle with a little “ow,” waved her hand, and tried to hide it guiltily. Slurring, she muttered,
“Didn’t drink, didn’t drink! Hic—this stuff tastes so good, hehe!”

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