A street urchin turned academic genius, starting by saving the blind school beauty.

Chapter 117 I Want to Clink Glasses Too

As the high-speed train sped forward, Lu Zhaoye sat by the window, tilting his head and gazing thoughtfully at the rapidly receding scenery outside.

From the initial towering buildings to the later village settlements, the dark shadows gradually dissipated, and sunlight streamed through the glass, shining precisely on them.

A hint of worry lingered between Lu Zhaoye's brows. Luo Xiao had just messaged him asking why he wasn't at school.

Lu Zhaoye knew he couldn't hide the truth this time, since the incident happened so suddenly that there was no time to plan ahead.

Moreover, Lu Zhaoye knew that Luo Xiao should have known about his relationship with Xu Ziqing since last week, but Luo Xiao hadn't said anything, and he wasn't sure what she was thinking.

Therefore, this time Lu Zhaoye decided not to hide it anymore and told Luo Xiao about it directly. Then he put down his phone and went to sleep feeling depressed.

Meanwhile, Xu Ziqing, who knew nothing about the situation, sat happily in the center, with her older brother on her left and her father on her right.

A slight smile played on her lips, brimming with confidence for the future. Even if a thick fog descended upon her world, she had the courage to be her own boatman.

The high-speed train arrived at the station soon, and Lu Zhaoye and his group took a taxi home again. When they arrived at Xu Ziqing's building, Aunt Xu, wearing a long dress, was eagerly waiting for them.

Lu Zhaoye suddenly felt a little awkward. Was it a bit superfluous for him to be there during their family dinner?

However, none of Xu Ziqing's family thought that way. Xu Feng and Aunt Xu exchanged a few pleasantries and then warmly invited Lu Zhaoye upstairs.

Because they arrived home very late, around dinnertime, Aunt Xu had already prepared the dishes and was waiting for them to come back.

At that moment, Aunt Xu and Xu Feng were cooking in the kitchen, while Lu Zhaoye and Xu Ziqing were sitting on the sofa chatting casually.

Lu Zhaoye had already asked Aunt Xu, and she had already asked for leave for him and Xu Ziqing for Lao Zhou, so he could go home directly instead of going to school that night.

Yesterday afternoon, he slightly modified Xu Qingwan's experience in the heavy rain and then posted it. He didn't know if the rich female reader was satisfied with it.

But Lu Zhaoye felt it was alright, since he immediately gave out sweet moments after writing the angst, so... there shouldn't be any problems.

At the call of Aunt Xu and Uncle Xu, Lu Zhaoye did not think much and went to the dining table with Xu Ziqing.

At the dinner table, Xu Feng raised his wine glass and addressed Lu Zhaoye.

"Ono, our whole family owes you a favor this time. Your uncle respects you."

"I wouldn't dare," Lu Zhaoye hurriedly waved his hand, then said in great fear, "You are an elder, how can an elder respect a junior?"

"Besides, Xu Ziqing... is also a good friend of mine. I'm happy to be able to help her in any way," Lu Zhaoye said, raising his glass.

Xu Ziqing secretly pouted to herself, and Aunt Xu, seeing this, smiled secretly. Then, she also raised her wine glass and said to Lu Zhaoye,

"Ono, no matter what, we really owe you a lot for this."

"It's a good thing you took Qingqing with you. If I had gone, I don't know how panicked I would have been."

"Your Uncle Xu and I won't say much more. Teacher Zhou told us that you live alone outside. If you want to eat Auntie's cooking, just come over."

Seeing this, Lu Zhaoye stopped being coy and smiled as he raised his glass with Xu Feng and his wife. Just then, Xu Ziqing, who was sitting next to Lu Zhaoye, snorted coldly.

Then Xu Ziqing picked up her glass full of a drink, her eyebrows curving into a smile, and said...

"I want to clink glasses too!"

Aunt Xu cooked a lot of dishes, including fish, meat, and shrimp, and Lu Zhaoye enjoyed the meal very much.

Xu Feng and Aunt Xu watched with growing satisfaction.

After the meal, Lu Zhaoye didn't disturb them too much, since Xu Ziqing's family had just reunited and still had a lot to talk about.

So after Xu Ziqing sat for another half hour, she got up to leave. Before leaving, Xu Feng specially took out 10,000 yuan in cash and handed it to Lu Zhaoye.

Lu Zhaoye stood at the door and refused the money, only saying something that left Xu Feng stunned.

"Uncle Xu, I also want to help Xu Ziqing get her eyes treated. It doesn't matter who has the money."

Lu Zhaoye then left with a smile, his schoolbag on his back.

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After returning home and changing into slippers, Lu Zhaoye glanced into Luo Xiao's room to make sure she wasn't back, then turned and went into his own room.

However, when he entered his room, Lu Zhaoye couldn't help but open his mouth slightly.

The blankets on his bed were gone, and the sheets were wrecked beyond recognition, as if they had been ransacked by bandits.

Lu Zhaoye suddenly remembered something, his eyes widened in panic, and he quickly sat down in his gaming chair and opened the door where he kept his books.

Seeing his notebook containing the outline lying safely inside, Lu Zhaoye smiled with relief.

He suddenly felt ashamed that he was writing a novel, especially since the female protagonists were right beside him. After thinking about it, Lu Zhaoye decided that he needed to change the direction of the outline.

At least there can't be too many scenes that actually happened, otherwise if they see them, I'll be chopped into mincemeat.

Afterwards, Lu Zhaoye thought for a moment and put his outline in a safer place.

In the magazines and books I read.

That way, probably no one will notice, since Luo Xiao wouldn't bother reading these magazines for no reason.

After ensuring secrecy, Lu Zhaoye turned on his computer to prepare to write.

While turning on his computer, Lu Zhaoye switched his phone to a secondary account. A barrage of messages from the rich woman bombarded him, leaving him momentarily stunned.

Lu Zhaoye panicked a little. "No, my rich woman, you're not going to abandon me after all this news, are you?"

He quickly opened the chat window and browsed through the messages one by one, his brows gradually furrowing.

[Don't want to study]: Why did you write Lin Xinwan's story so tragically?

[Don't want to study]: She's working so hard, you should give her a happy ending in this part of the story.

Half an hour later, the wealthy female reader sent another message.

[Don't want to study]: Author, are you from Gangcheng?

[Don't want to study]: What's your name?

Lu Zhaoye stared at the last message left on the screen, his brows furrowed. What did this mean?

Are you planning to send me razor blades? Or do you want to meet me in person?

Lu Zhaoye reaffirmed his idea for his future creative work: changes were necessary.

I can't write the real story anymore. I'll definitely revise it after I finish writing Xu Ziqing's side story, otherwise I won't even know how I died if I get caught.

Lu Zhaoye swallowed hard and replied with a message.

[King of Rice Cakes]: I can't reveal personal information. As for the plot, it's something that has to be done, otherwise Lin Xinwan's character won't stand up.

[King of Rice Cakes]: I hope you can understand.

Shortly after he sent the message, the other end quickly sent a message in return.

[Don't want to study]: Hmm, I understand.

Lu Zhaoye raised an eyebrow, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. "Look at the poise of a rich woman," he thought. He smiled slightly and then replied politely.

【King of Rice Cakes】: Long live understanding.

However, the wealthy woman then sent another message.

[I don't want to study]: Author, you wrote the romance storylines so well, you didn't just go through them yourself, did you?

Lu Zhaoye thought for a moment but didn't dare to answer.

The wealthy female reader opposite seemed to have noticed Lu Zhaoye's worries, and she immediately changed the subject, asking again...

[Don't want to study]: Sorry, my question was a bit presumptuous.

[I don't want to study]: But I'm still very curious about how such a good article could be written. It can't be written by an old man, right?

Lu Zhaoye's lips twitched. Although he was mentally an old man, he was only seventeen years old.

A man is a boy until he dies, don't you understand?

He thought about it and decided that he could answer the question.

【King of Rice Cakes】: Not an uncle.