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I can... help you make it. —After Qiu Zhijie finished his call with his mother, the egg fried rice was also done. He cooked often, and even while talking on the phone, he hadn't made any mistakes, resulting in a very good final product. Carrying the finished fried rice to the living room, he faced Kong Xunwen, who was also eating on his tablet, and slowly sent a mouthful of rice into his own mouth. Be direct, be more direct. * Because Kong Xunwen had set an alarm, he ate relatively early today. By…-
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Be direct, as direct as saying you like him. Learning from the morning's lesson, Kong Xunwen dutifully followed the tutorial at noon and cooked two dishes, enough for two meals, with the remainder saved for the evening. To avoid a repeat of yesterday's situation, he specifically set an alarm on his phone. However, after finishing the cooking, he still sighed with a hint of regret. If cooking meant no freedom to improvise, where was the fun in that? At 2:30 PM, Kong Xunwen woke up from his nap and…
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Otherwise, no one would know even if he died. The person who arrived was a villager, broad-faced and dark-skinned, wearing a straw hat and carrying some tools. Kong Xunwen still found him unfamiliar, but Aunt Yu seemed to know him. When Aunt Yu first saw this man, she seemed to relax slightly, but soon a large group of other people followed behind, and her expression immediately grew more tense, though she tried to hold firm. Kong Xunwen glanced at her. Since he hadn't done anything wrong, he naturally…
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Kong Guoguo—Radiant Kong Xunwen spread the washed and briefly steamed honeysuckle flowers on a winnowing basket he had found at home. The basket had been washed and dried yesterday before they went to pick the flowers. Qiu Zhijie still hadn't left. Not knowing what Kong Xunwen was planning to do, he simply followed along. Kong Xunwen chose to ignore him completely. “Kong Guoguo! Kong Guoguo!” Suddenly, a somewhat unfamiliar child's voice came from the courtyard entrance. The voice was distant…
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Tragedy—A Bitter Fruit is Still a Fruit Kong Xunwen didn't hold Qiu Zhijie's gaze for long, quickly pulling his eyes away: "Come in." Withdrawing his gaze, he turned and walked toward the courtyard. His shoes were also white, though perhaps the tops hidden beneath his trouser legs had some orange-red... Ah, they really did. Qiu Zhijie watched the figure walking ahead, then squeezed sideways through the narrow doorway the young man had just opened. Although he didn't seem particularly welcome to the…
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The Lingering Scent—Don't Rush Having escaped the awkwardness of the live stream, Kong Xunwen exited the streaming app. As he swiped away the background apps, he saw the chat interface with Qiu Zhijie again. ... God, why was this happening to him? Kong Xunwen felt that this single day had been more dramatic than the past three years combined (a slight exaggeration). He tilted his head back, wondering how he should reply. With a feeling of throwing caution to the wind, he entered the chat, recorded a…
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Livestream—Is the Confession a Dare? —As for the voice message he hadn't listened to. He had the right to temporarily not reply, the right to escape. As the object of affection. * Kong Xunwen finished eating and returned to the dedicated streaming room. It had already been tidied up neatly. He set up his easel, laid out the paper, arranged the streaming equipment, and then opened the livestream. He started painting, and this time, it was indeed very smooth. Since he had picked honeysuckle today,…
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I like you—you like me? Kong Xunwen hadn't expected to see Qiu Zhijie again, especially not after the circumstances of yesterday. But he quickly recalled the brief yet profound chat history from last night. Compared to that baffling conversation, the fact that Qiu Zhijie came looking for him today seemed less strange, perhaps? He slightly raised his head to look at the man standing before him, his mind involuntarily recalling a line of text—Typing... The other man happened to look over, and their…
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Rumor—The Incompetent Failure The building named after the studio had almost become a landmark in the city center. The floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor offered a view of nearly half the city. The orderly architecture of the city gave off a sharp, modern feel, and the morning light reflecting off the skyscrapers was dazzling. “Good morning.” A chorus of greetings accompanied the sound of hurried footsteps. Kong Xunwen closed his diary, turned his head, and added, “Good morning, CEO…
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Chapter 9 Bird Talk, Bird Speak. Bai Renyu: Watch My Performance! Was Ye Gucheng a good person? It seemed he was quite far removed from that description. But to say he wasn't a good person felt like an insult... Regardless of what outsiders thought, it never affected Ye Gucheng himself. At this moment, the City Lord of White Cloud City showed no change in expression upon hearing the parrot squawk wildly. His gaze paused for a breath on Xie Donghai, who was lying on the beach, and then he turned and walked…-
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