The Romance Extras Turned Out to Be a Yuri Story - Chapter 65

In the evening, Lin Luoluo had dinner with Meili.

Meili was new to the area and still unfamiliar with things, so Lin Luoluo slowly helped her get acquainted with school life.

During this time, because Fang Duo was in charge of the exchange students, Lin Luoluo bumped into her multiple times.

Several times, Lin Luoluo felt Fang Duo giving her strange looks.

It seemed like she was observing her in secret.

When Lin Luoluo looked over, Fang Duo would nonchalantly look away.

Meili also noticed and whispered to Lin Luoluo, “Do you two know each other?”

Lin Luoluo nodded.

Meili quietly said, “She’s looked at you several times.”

Lin Luoluo nodded.

She knew.

Meili leaned in, very close to Lin Luoluo: “Is she secretly in love with you?”

Lin Luoluo was about to continue nodding… but stopped, unable to bend her neck, and said helplessly, “No.”

Meili scratched her head.

Then what was the relationship between these two?

If she wasn’t secretly in love with Lin, why was the other person constantly sneaking glances?

Fang Duo handed the exchange student manual to Meili, frowning as she looked at the two of them, especially Meili’s intimate gesture of embracing Lin Luoluo.

In her eyes, this was Lin Luoluo hooking up with someone else while her senior was away.

She coughed and said, “Lin Luoluo, let’s talk privately for a moment.”

Lin Luoluo nodded. After they moved away from Meili, Fang Duo spoke with a serious expression, “Since you are with our senior, you should deal with the ‘wild flowers’ around you.”

Lin Luoluo stared at Fang Duo in surprise.

Fang Duo tightened her lips and said, “I don’t understand you people, but I hope you cherish our senior. She is a very good person.”

Lin Luoluo’s expression softened.

Fang Duo might have misunderstood something, but her sincerity toward Zhang Qiu was undeniable.

Because of this, Lin Luoluo could forgive her past targeting.

She said to Fang Duo, “I will cherish her well.”

That evening, Zhang Qiu met with the other five contestants. They came from various universities, from all over the country. Upon meeting, they showed high emotional and intellectual quotients, and the conversation flowed pleasantly.

Upon learning that Zhang Qiu was the only one among them who had changed careers to become a lawyer, everyone was very respectful. Hu Tao, whom she had met that afternoon, even patted her chest and said, “If you need anything, come find me. I’ve been called a ‘walking legal statute book.'”

Learning that Hu Tao’s advisor had participated in the amendment of legal statutes, everyone got excited and started quizzing her.

“What is Article 135 of the Criminal Law?”

Hu Tao answered proudly, followed by several other articles, accurately and without error, earning a round of applause.

They chatted and laughed, and when the dinner ended, Zhang Qiu went back and video-called Lin Luoluo. Lin Luoluo knew she was meeting with the contestants today, so she had deliberately not disturbed her. After arriving home, she read a book and then waited for Zhang Qiu’s call.

The light was dim where Zhang Qiu was. She was sitting on a chair looking at her phone, appearing somewhat tired. When she lifted her eyelids to look at Lin Luoluo on the screen, a smile played on her lips.

Lin Luoluo stared at her in a daze.

Zhang Qiu asked, “What are you doing?”

“Reading.” Lin Luoluo turned over her psychology book. “Were they easy to get along with?”

Zhang Qiu nodded: “They are all smart people.”

Lin Luoluo curled up her legs, “I ran into Fang Duo today when Meili and I went out to eat.”

Zhang Qiu nodded, listening quietly to Lin Luoluo.

“She told me to cherish you well, Sis.”

The smile on Zhang Qiu’s lips deepened, her fair face bearing a gentle smile.

“She actually said that to you.”

Lin Luoluo shook her head, bit her lip, and asked Zhang Qiu.

“Sis, do you feel wronged by being with me?”

Her eyes were dull, like a star about to fall.

Zhang Qiu sat up straight and said seriously, “Yes.”

She lowered her eyes: “I said I would wait for your confession.”

Lin Luoluo clenched her fists, hugged her legs, and said, “Okay.”

After hanging up the video call, Lin Luoluo got up without hesitation and dialed Gu Beichen’s number. Gu Beichen was drinking alone outside. Not only had this project been rejected, but He Jin had also been transferred from his original post and hadn’t been home for days.

“Hello.” Gu Beichen sounded a little drunk.

Lin Luoluo said, “Gu Beichen, I’m not joking. Let’s break off our engagement. I won’t be with you.”

Gu Beichen was momentarily distracted. After spending the past few days with He Jin, he hadn’t thought of Lin Luoluo or Zhang Qiu at all.

He was silent for a moment, then said, “Okay.”

Lin Luoluo hadn’t expected things to be this easy, not as difficult as she had imagined.

“Is there anything else?” Gu Beichen asked.

“No.”

“Goodbye, Lin Luoluo.” Gu Beichen said.

Lin Luoluo put down the phone and asked Sang Jing’s System: [Has the World Consciousness made any moves? I changed my script.]

The System emitted a few electronic laughs: [You haven’t. In my script, you and the male lead would break up and get back together repeatedly. This is just one of those separations.]

[Your script?]

[You are the main character in my script.] The System murmured as if speaking words of love.

Lin Luoluo remembered Sang Jing mentioning The Union of Wealthy Families, saying she was the female lead in a TV series. Has this world changed now?

She still didn’t understand.

[What about the World Consciousness? My system said the World Consciousness would stop me.]

[This world is already a mess. Novels, TV series, comics have merged. They were supposed to be three different worlds. You are following my main storyline, which is correct, so why would you be stopped?]

[What about you?]

[Of course, I have to follow my main storyline.]

Before Lin Luoluo could react, she suddenly heard an electronic sound announcing a System Notification.

[Host mission complete. You are rewarded with one opportunity to return home to collect clues and solve the mystery of the world fusion.]

[Wait.]

Lin Luoluo’s eyes widened. She hadn’t said goodbye to everyone yet.

Her phone slipped from her hand, and Lin Luoluo collapsed from the chair, falling softly onto the floor.

The world plunged into darkness.

The sounds of “tap-tap-tap” kept coming, like someone typing on a keyboard.

Opening her eyes, the light was blinding. Lin Luoluo raised her arm to shield her eyes. A strong suction pulled her out of the darkness.

“No, this isn’t right! It shouldn’t develop like this!”

Lin Luoluo floated in mid-air, watching a disheveled woman sitting in front of a computer, constantly typing and deleting, before finally screaming as if on the verge of a breakdown.

“I can’t write it!”

Who was this?

Lin Luoluo tentatively tried to control her body, only to find that she accidentally phased through a wall. She was startled.

Shouldn’t returning home mean returning to her body?

Why was she floating in mid-air?

The System’s voice returned: [Your body is currently occupied, so you are now an outsider to this world and can only temporarily remain with the author.]

[She’s the author?]

[Yes.]

Lin Luoluo curiously floated closer, accidentally passing through the author’s body, which made the author shiver.

She quietly apologized and saw the large characters “Extra Chapter” written on the computer screen.

Below that was a line of text: Gu Beichen felt sorry for Zhang Qiu. He had never known his mother was treating her like this. His mother had concealed it too well in front of him.

Lin Luoluo angrily swiped at the computer, but her hand passed straight through, and she ended up sprawled on the desk.

The room suddenly grew cold, eerily chilly. The author, Shuhe, wrapped her coat tightly and mumbled, “The temperature dropped. Why is it so cold?”

When she drew her hand back, she touched the keyboard, and the extra chapter she had previously written based on her own feelings was revealed:

Zhang Qiu and Gu Beichen were not actually first loves.

Her first love was in junior high.

It was her pen pal.

Writing “drift bottle” letters to pen pals was popular in junior high.

At the time, Zhang Qiu didn’t know who to send it to, so she just wrote a random address and mailed it. She hadn’t expected a reply, but two months later, she received a letter back. Someone actually lived at the address she had seen on a map and casually made up the house number for.

The person wrote back to her very seriously.

They told her that life wasn’t entirely a mess, and they could sponsor Zhang Qiu’s education so she wouldn’t give up.

Zhang Qiu’s life was a mess at the time.

With her grandmother ill and her needing to attend school, daily life was a struggle. If her homeroom teacher hadn’t helped her apply for aid, she might have dropped out to work.

Zhang Qiu looked at the naive handwriting in the letter and didn’t believe it, nor did she write back.

She would collect bottles after school and bring home piecework from the factory to do.

She had already forgotten about this pen pal, when suddenly, two more months passed, and the other person sent another letter, asking if her life was better? If she was still in school? They had discussed it with their parents, and they had allowed them to sponsor Zhang Qiu, hoping she would continue her education.

The content of the letter was earnest, and it included a phone number.

Zhang Qiu didn’t call, but this time, she wrote back.

She told the other person that she was fine now and didn’t need help.

Her grandmother’s condition was under control, and if she ranked first, the school would waive her tuition. She also did some part-time work to earn a little living expense.

The next time, perhaps knowing her strong self-esteem, the other person didn’t mention sponsorship again. They simply wrote about their recent experiences in each letter. The two corresponded back and forth until Zhang Qiu suddenly lost contact after her high school entrance exams.

After the exams, Zhang Qiu saved some money and tried for the first time to go to that address to find the person in the letters, but it was an undeveloped area with no one living there.

She couldn’t find the person from the letters.

It was as if it had all been a dream.

…

Gradually, she forgot. It was as if the excitement she felt reading those letters was just her imagination, with only the letters preserved well under her bed proving that it wasn’t a dream.

Lin Luoluo saw that address.

She stared with wide eyes.

Isn’t this the address of her real-life home?

How did this address appear here?

She suddenly remembered that before starting junior high, due to her father’s work, she had moved here and found a letter in the mailbox at home.

The sender hadn’t written who the letter was for, just wrote about their recent situation, like a journal entry.

The young Lin Luoluo felt sympathy for this person who should be about her age, having to face these things at such a young age. She discussed it with her father, wanting to help her, and her father suggested the word sponsorship.

Later, they corresponded back and forth. The other person’s letters would appear every two months. Lin Luoluo always found the letters in the mailbox.

She didn’t understand then, so she wrote a letter and put it back in the mailbox. The next day, the letter would be gone. Lin Luoluo assumed the letter had been sent and was picked up by the postman.

It wasn’t until Lin Luoluo moved again after her high school entrance exams that she tried to mail a letter to that address, only for the post office to return it.

“This address of yours is empty.”

Lin Luoluo tried many times, even calling the number, but it seemed like that place and that person truly did not exist in the world.

She cried once, and as her high school studies became more demanding, she gradually forgot that such a person had ever existed.

Lin Luoluo still has the habit of writing “drift bottles” to confide in, a habit that seems to have stemmed from that time.

Her eyes were moist when she heard the author in the room answer a phone call.

“You said the investor wants me to be the screenwriter? I’m just a novelist, how can I do that? I’ve never written a script before!”

“I would like to try, but you know I haven’t even finished the extra chapter yet.”

“They want to meet me?”

“Okay, I can meet them.”

Shuhe sighed, changed her clothes, and Lin Luoluo involuntarily floated out, following her.

In a coffee shop filled with the scent of coffee, Lin Luoluo met her real-life self—the person who looked exactly like her. This person placed a sum of money in front of the author and said, “I want the second female lead to take the top spot. You will be responsible for adapting the script. This is just a part of the deposit.”

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