Capítulo 317: Chapter 317: Only Possibility 5
This plan was a resounding success.
Xue Meng demonstrated that there were no unbreakable pairings in the world, only players who didn't try hard enough to break them. In this game he had secretly dubbed "Mo Ran is Not Gay," Player Xue Meng fully utilized his wit and intelligence, successfully dismantling the cursed male-male couple.
Together with Little Dragon, they studied the guide, chose a female character, and formulated a plan. One person, one dragon, each taking a different route: Xue Meng kept a close eye on the young Mo Ran in the north of the park, while Little Dragon vigilantly watched over the young Chu Wanning in the south. They ensured that by the end of the spring outing, when Mo Ran boarded the school bus and disappeared into the dust, he wouldn't have even caught a glimpse of Chu Wanning's sleeve.
It was thrilling.
"We did it!"
"We've fostered a friendship between Mo Ran and a girl!"
"Soon, they'll become the best of friends!"
"When puberty hits, they'll secretly date behind their parents' backs!"
"After school, they'll sneak out in their uniforms for secret dates!"
"They'd hide sweet chocolates in each other's backpacks!"
"In sudden downpours during high school night classes, he'd carry her on his back to keep her pink leather shoes dry!"
Xue Meng threw his head back and laughed. "Pink leather shoes might be a bit much." He paused, his eyes shining as he continued, "But carrying your girlfriend home in a storm is a good idea... How tall was Mo Ran in high school?"
The Little Torch Dragon flipped through the guidebook. "186 to 189 centimeters, depending on his fate. Anyway, it'll be within that range."
"Tsk, that's quite..." Xue Meng made an ambiguous expression, as if he was both envious and trying hard to maintain composure. The result was a face that looked like he had a toothache. He pouted, not wanting to continue the unpleasant topic. Biqugetv updated fastest:
He didn't want the Little Torch Dragon to notice that he was wearing elevator shoes.
"Anyway, their love journey will be smooth sailing," Xue Meng concluded with some obsession. "It has to be. Otherwise, I won't be able to account for it to Jiang Xi."
To ensure Mo Ran's relationship with the girl remained stable and undisturbed, Xue Meng and the others planned to observe them for a while longer. Of course, in this simulation game, they could adjust the speed of time by simply stating the date.
"We want to see Mo Ran and the girl's first date," said the Little Torch Dragon.
Xue Meng chimed in, "Alone, no third parties. Even though at their age, it can't really be called a date, but with your intelligence, you should understand what we mean."
He seemed to have completely forgotten who had previously dubbed the guide an "Artificial Idiot."
"To play together, do homework together, or engage in other activities, like playing house," he added after some thought. "Anything along those lines."
Determined to redeem itself from its previous insult, the guide accurately set the time one week and three days into the future.
It was evening, and they found themselves beneath the residence of a housing complex. The warm yellow light spilling out from many windows, the sounds of a homemaker washing dishes in the kitchen, children's cries, and the faint voice of a news anchor on TV all confirmed that it was around seven o'clock.
Xue Meng and Little Torch Dragon waited for a while, and Mo Ran soon appeared.
As expected, he carried a small backpack and a lunchbox bag adorned with a bootleg Winnie the Pooh. The bear's nose was worn, making the already unappealing counterfeit look even more grotesque and comical.
However, all of that grotesqueness and comedy were overshadowed by the giggling girl chattering cheerfully at his side.
"My home is on the second floor. My dad's away on a business trip, but my mom's home. Don't be scared; she's very nice." The little girl's eyes curved into crescents as her long eyelashes danced in the orange glow. "I told her yesterday that you'd be coming over to play. She said she'd make her famous egg yolk chicken wings, and we'll also have that cheese cream cake from the bakery down the street that always has a line. Do you like cheese cream cake?"
"I...," Mo Ran stammered, and Xue Meng noticed that the soles of his old sneakers had come apart. "I've never had anything like that before."
The girl didn't laugh at him. Instead, she froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. "You'll like it. If you don't, you can give it all to me, but just don't tell my mom. She worries I'll become a big fatty if I keep eating like this."
Under the street lamp, Mo Ran lowered his head, kicking pebbles and dust with his dilapidated sneakers. He was indeed courting death – his already miserable shoes became even more unsightly.
After a while, Little Mo Ran mumbled in a subdued voice, "You won't gain weight."
"I didn't hear you," the girl replied.
"… I said you won't get fat." Despite the dim light, Xue Meng noticed that the little one's face seemed to be slightly flushed. "If you like it, I'll secretly give you the cake."
He bit his lip and turned his face away awkwardly. Even the slow-witted Little Torch Dragon noticed that his ears had also turned red: "I won't tell your mom."
Little Torch Dragon circled around the two, bouncing up and down as it screeched, "Ah!!! I just love this little girl so much!!!"
"I love her too," Xue Meng smiled. "I knew it. With so many sweet and lovely girls in the world, how could there possibly be any gay guys made of steel? Look, at this rate, we should be able to complete our mission soon."
"I can hardly wait to attend their wedding – no, to see their children directly," exclaimed Little Torch Dragon, all fired up, as if it were flying through the sky one moment and diving into the ground the next.
"What does it matter if I'm a single dragon?" It waved its arms excitedly, pretending to wipe non-existent tears with its tiny claws. "As long as my OTP gets married, what difference does it make if I stay single for a hundred years?"
They followed Mo Ran and the little girl upstairs.
They watched as the two children had dinner together, shared a slice of cream cake after, watched television, and did homework side by side. Ah, what a delightful childhood friendship. Damn it to hell with the taboo on early romance; one should cultivate a girlfriend from the days of wearing the red scarf, or else upon graduating college, there wouldn't even be a girl in the address book to chat with, leaving one to squat outside gay bars looking for a partner? At eight-thirty, the boy and the dragon left the girl and her mother's home contentedly with Mo Ran. Little Mo Ran skipped off to catch the last bus, while they followed behind with grinning faces. Mo Ran visited the girl's house a few more times, but he was afraid that his frequent visits might give her parents a bad impression. So, on those occasions, he would circle around to the back of the apartment building and lightly tap on the girl's bedroom window with a small, not-so-sharp stone. "Premature adolescence," Xue Meng commented with his arms crossed, though his expression was joyful. "I think this strategy is foolproof." But perhaps Little Torch Dragon shouldn't have been called Little Torch Dragon; the nickname "cursed mouth" suited it better. Right after it said "foolproof," Mo Ran's aim went awry, and the stone smashed not into the girl's window, but into the glass door of the neighbor's house. The two cultivators who were unaware of the impending change in their fate still praised him smugly. "Mo Ran is such an initiative and passionate child."
"It's also very romantic."
"When they become a couple, this will be a beautiful memory to cherish."
As you two exchanged visions of their future blissfully, a sudden flutter of a window pane echoed from the adjacent room. Then, a voice laced with annoyance and sleepiness cut through the air like chilled water formed instantly by nitrogen, splashing down on Little Torch Dragon Xue Meng.
"Playing pranks outside at this hour? Don't you think that's rather excessive?"
The same familiar... no, the same familiar voice. The same familiar tone.
Xue Meng and Little Torch Dragon both wore expressions as if they had just seen a ghost. They swallowed, then turned their trembling heads to look –
"Ahh!!"
"AHHH!!!!!"
Each one's scream was more desperate than the last, as if the doomsday bell had just tolled.
Staring at each other, they wailed in unison, "What the hell?! Why does Chu Wanning live next door to that girl?!!!"
Unwilling to accept.
How could they be content?! How could they allow fate to brazenly slap them in the face with its demonic claws?! How could they permit their country's morning glories to transform into a flamboyantly gay chrysanthemum?!!
"At least their first meeting was anything but pleasant," Xue Meng attempted to pinpoint the issue, despite his own lack of confidence.
"Yes," the Little Torch Dragon also tried to explore various possibilities in the situation. "This initial unpleasant encounter should prevent them from getting along amiably."
"I think there's still a chance to salvage this strategy."
"I agree. Let's at least wait and see what happens after a year before making any decisions."
Once again, they reached a consensus and, using the guidebook, whisked themselves to a night one year later.
It was still the same neighborhood, still under the cover of darkness.
Not even Mo Ran's position had changed; he still stood beneath that dim streetlight, which flickered intermittently due to voltage fluctuations, barely fulfilling its duty.
He was still lightly tossing pebbles at the moonlit window, its glass shimmering like glass.
...Yet, instead of shattering the window of the girl's room, he had smashed the one in Chu Wanning's bedroom, which was right next door.
"…Tell me it's just a coincidence," the Little Torch Dragon pleaded desperately. "Tell me he just had a slip of the hand, lost his balance, and veered off course."
Xue Meng, being relatively rational, didn't say a word. His face was ashen with anger.
A single misaimed strike might be an accident, but ten misses signify true love.
No one could mistakenly shatter the same window ten times in a row. Thus, it was Chu Wanning's window that Mo Ran was knocking on, and the person he wished to see was the young man next door, the very same Chu Wanning whom the girl had mentioned.
Bloody hell, it's like seeing a ghost!
The window opened, and the summer night breeze carried the sweet scent of osmanthus flowers as it fluttered past the sheer curtains. Chu Wanning, dressed in a white, fluffy pajama top, stood on a stool with a look of impatience and weariness. Despite this, he leaned out the window to peer down.
"You're here again," Chu Wanning yawned, leaning against the window frame. His voice was soft and languid as he addressed Mo Ran. "Didn't we just play ball together this afternoon?"
Mo Ran stood silently under the streetlight, grinning and waving at him. He launched several paper planes in succession, and finally one managed to fly into Chu Wanning's room.
Chu Wanning unfolded the paper plane to find a crayon drawing on it. The picture depicted a white cat and a little dog, along with a line of words written in pastel yellow pencil:
I forgot to bid you goodnight.
May you have sweet dreams. We'll go to the yuan (the character escapes me) swimming complex tomorrow.
Invite our good friend Ling'er, if she is willing.
Mo Ran
——"So," Little Torch Dragon nearly twitched. "In the end, he became 'we' with Chu Wanning, while that lovely girl next door became 'our' friend."
Xue Meng fell silent for a moment.
He genuinely wished to dig up some refined and subtle phrases from the depths of his mind to articulate his current disappointment. Even something as artsy as Tang poetry, Song lyrics, Yuan drama, or European opera – those usually made his skin crawl with their elegance – would do.
Yet, he found nothing.
In the end, the curse that seared through every vein in his body escaped between his gritted teeth.
"Damn faggot, I swear to your damn second uncle."
"…Revise your choice of words one last time."
"Mind your own words!! I'm furious right now!"
"No," said Little Torch Dragon. "I just want to remind you that if you're going to bed with his father, then you'd also be considered gay."
"…"
"It's still a May-December romance."
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