Translator: Yunyi
After sending the three girls off into the distance, Xu Dongqing still did not know what kind of achievements he would achieve in the future because of his trust. âYo, Dongqing, what are you standing here for? Are you looking for a girlfriend?â
The voice was casual and caused Xu Dongqingâs shoulders to shrink out of reflex. He rubbed his hands together and lowered his head with a smile. âNo, no.â
âNo? If not, why are you standing outside the girlsâ dormitory? Look at yourself. With your cheap appearance, no girl would like you!â
The person who spoke was his roommate, Ling Yuang. He was a rich second-generation heir. Other people came to the university to gain knowledge, but he came to pick up girls. Xu Dongqing guessed that he must have just walked his girlfriend back to the dormitory.
Xu Dongqing lowered his head and didnât say anything as Ling Yuang sneered and walked over to him. He put his arm over his shoulders and led him back.
âTell me, who do you like? Maybe your sister-in-law can hook you up. It might work.â
âNo, I donât like anyone.â Xu Dongqing shook his head and said nicely, âI just wanted Director Song to read my script.â
âHuh?â
Ling Yuang widened his eyes in disbelief. After being stunned for two seconds, he suddenly burst out laughing.
âWhat did you say? You wanted⦠You wanted Director Song to read your script? Are you talking about Song Yaoyao? Oh my god, who are you kidding? Do you think Director Song is someone you can see whenever you want? That lousy script you wrote, you treat it like a treasure, keeping it by your side while you eat and sleep, but itâs nonsense. How do you have the nerve to show it off in front of others. How embarrassing!â
âButâ¦â
Xu Dongqing clenched his fists. Behind the thick myopic lenses, his eyes flickered with aggrievance and anger.
âDirector Song has accepted my script! She promised me that she would read it!â
âHahaha, she accepted yourââ Ling Yuang laughed, but suddenly couldnât laugh anymore. âWhat did you say?â
Xu Dongqing let out a heavy breath. âDirector Song has already taken the script away. My script isnât trash! Itâs just you, you canât understand it!â
With that, he turned around and started sprinting.
Ling Yuang came to his senses and raised his fist, but it was too late.
âF*ckâ How dare you say that I canât understand it? Just you wait!â
â¦
In the dormitory, Song Yaoyao flipped to the first page.
Wang Jiayu and Ye Meichen saw that she was serious, so they tactfully didnât disturb her. They tidied up their beds quietly and tried to be as gentle as possible when they were putting things away so as not to disturb Song Yaoyao.
Song Yaoyao looked at it seriously. The stack of bound paper was very thick, but she read through it quickly.
By the time she finished, two hours had passed. Song Yaoyao rubbed her stiff neck, her eyes shining brightly.
She liked this story very much.
She did not expect Xu Dongqing, who looked so dull, to be able to write such an interesting script. The beginning was very ordinary: Wang Qiang, a fruit vendor, was a police officer who had retired due to injuries. After returning to his hometown, he used his savings to open a fruit shop to support his little sister, Xiaoâer.
He led a normal and uneventful life⦠until his sister disappeared. During that time, there were many murders in the city, and girls were constantly missing. These girls were all young and beautiful, between the ages of 15 and 20. The disappearance of his sister caused Wang Qiang to sink into anxiety. The local police repeatedly failed to find her and often chased after leads which led to nothing.