novelraw Chapter 0197 Parallel World
Chapter 0197 Parallel World
If this world didn't have that cold, impersonal system.
If Wen Ning didn't need to play the role of a vain drama queen, and didn't need to carry out those absurd tasks.
What will their lives be like?
……
No. 1 Middle School in City A.
In the late autumn of my second year of high school, a sudden downpour swept through the campus.
The school bell has been ringing for over twenty minutes.
The crowd in front of the teaching building gradually dispersed, leaving only a few unlucky souls who hadn't brought umbrellas, huddled under the eaves sighing.
Jiang Ci stood on the steps at the very edge of the hall.
He was wearing the blue and white school uniform from No. 1 Middle School.
The zipper was neatly zipped up to below his collarbone, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses sat on his nose.
She has a cool and aloof demeanor and an upright posture.
It's like a pine tree growing on a snow-capped mountain.
He was a genius in the science class and was always the top student in the grade.
She was a high-and-mighty beauty that all the girls in the school dared to admire from afar, but dared not approach.
He was holding a long-handled black umbrella.
But he didn't leave.
Because the family driver was stuck on the overpass, he sent a text message saying he would be late.
He doesn't like taking crowded buses or carpooling with others.
So he stood quietly under the eaves, wearing headphones, memorizing vocabulary, waiting for the rain to stop or for a car to come.
Several girls around him were pushing and shoving each other, trying to come over and borrow his umbrella, or even just to say a word.
But when they saw his cold, expressionless profile, they all backed down.
Just then.
A series of hurried footsteps came from the depths of the corridor.
"Pat, pat."
Jiang Ci did not look up.
Until a very faint, sweet jasmine scent, mixed with the dampness of the rain, drifted to his nose.
A girl stopped beside him, less than half a meter away.
Jiang Ci frowned slightly.
He doesn't like people getting too close, especially girls.
He subconsciously took a step to the side, preparing to stand in a different spot.
"Why……"
The girl let out a distressed sigh.
Her voice was soft, with a slightly nasal quality.
Jiang Ci, as if possessed, turned his head and glanced at it.
Just one glance.
Those were transfer students who had just joined the art class in their second year of high school.
I heard she's from a wealthy family.
She was also wearing that oversized school uniform, but she managed to exude an unparalleled radiance.
Her skin was so white it was almost translucent, and her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders.
She clutched a drawing board tightly to her chest, as if afraid of getting it wet from the raindrops drifting in, and seemed somewhat at a loss.
She looked at the torrential rain outside, her brow furrowed slightly, and she gently bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth.
Right in this very second.
The girl seemed to notice the gazes from the side.
She turned her head.
Their eyes met under the dim eaves.
That was the first time Jiang Ci had ever looked at a pair of eyes so closely.
Clear and lively.
Like a pristine spring, reflecting the endless rain and my own stunned reflection.
"Thump."
Jiang Ci heard an unusually heavy thud coming from his chest.
My heart skipped a beat without warning.
The blood flow begins to increase.
The English words in my headphones suddenly turned into a meaningless jumble of static.
He looked at her.
They forgot to look away, and they forgot to step back.
Wen Ning looked at the handsome young man next to her and blinked.
Her gaze fell on the long-handled black umbrella in his hand.
The umbrella is very big.
It's big enough to support two people.
Normally, as a transfer student, she might be too embarrassed to ask.
But the rain was so heavy that she was in a hurry to catch the last bus to her art studio.
"that……"
Wen Ning turned around to face him.
She tilted her head back, and her bright, almond-shaped eyes curved into a beautiful arc.
"classmate."
She spoke softly, her voice like a gentle spring breeze.
"My canvas cannot be exposed to water."
"Could you please... give me a ride to the station?"
Several girls who were secretly watching this scene gasped in shock.
Are you crazy?
Dare to borrow an umbrella from Jiang Ci?
Last week, the prettiest girl in the next class wanted to walk with him, but he coldly retorted, "I'm not used to walking side by side with people," which made her cry.
Everyone was waiting to see this pretty transfer student make a fool of herself.
Jiang Ci looked at the girl in front of him.
Reason told him to reject her.
He dislikes trouble and dealing with strangers, especially since the driver would be there soon.
His Adam's apple bobbed.
His thin lips parted slightly.
"it is good."
One word.
Clean and efficient.
Without the slightest hesitation.
Jaws shattered instantly all around.
Wen Ning was also taken aback, seemingly not expecting him to agree so readily.
Then, her smile widened even more.
"Thank you! You're so kind!"
Jiang Ci remained silent.
He opened the black umbrella.
I took a step forward and stepped into the rain.
Then, he tilted most of the umbrella over her head.
"Let's go."
His voice was deep.
"The station is a bit far, stay close to me."
……
That torrential rain.
It became the brightest opening line in their youth.
There was no systematic intervention.
There were no harsh words that had to be said, nor any humiliations that had to be inflicted.
Wen Ning is just a slightly spoiled little girl who is extremely talented in painting but has a serious imbalance in her studies.
Jiang resigned.
He remains the same aloof and rational academic genius.
However, this academic genius's rationality completely collapsed after meeting Wen Ning.
The second semester of the second year of high school.
Everyone in the school noticed that Jiang Ci had changed.
He no longer sits in his seat doing practice problems as soon as get out of class is over.
Instead, he took a math workbook, walked through the long corridor, and went to the back door of the art class.
Knock on the door.
Call out the girl who's still staring blankly at the drawing board.
"We went over this geometry problem last night."
Jiang Ci stood in the corridor, his face cold, and tapped his workbook with his pen.
"Why did you make a mistake again?"
Wen Ning tugged at the hem of her school uniform, acting coquettishly with a self-righteous air:
"Because it looks different from yesterday's question."
"Aci, could you please say it again? I promise I'll understand this time."
Facing her pair of watery eyes.
Jiang Ci sighed.
All the severity vanished in an instant.
"One last time."
He reluctantly compromised, pulled out the chair next to him, and patiently started redrawing from the auxiliary lines.
They naturally came together.
There was no earth-shattering confession.
Only after school each day, two bicycles ride side by side.
The only thing he always carried for her was the heavy painting tools.
……
My senior year of high school.
A minor incident occurred.
A group of hooligans from the vocational high school next door set their sights on Wen Ning, who went to the art studio for intensive training every day.
They cornered her in the alley, making flippant remarks.
Wen Ning was terrified and clung tightly to the drawing board.
Just as the group was about to pull her away.
Jiang Ci appeared.
That top student who was always impeccably clean, even buttoning his school uniform all the way to the top.
He threw down his schoolbag.
He took off his silver-rimmed glasses.
There was no police report, and no reasoning was given.
Like a lone wolf whose scales have been touched, he charged straight at them.
That was Jiang Ci's first fight.
That was also the only time.
He fought fiercely, completely recklessly.
They beat those thugs so badly they fled in disarray.
In the alley.
Jiang Ci leaned against the red brick wall, panting heavily.
His school uniform was dirty, and there was a cut on the corner of his mouth with blood seeping out.
The skin on the back of my hand was also scraped.
Wen Ning cried and threw herself into his arms.
"Are you stupid...? There are so many of them, why don't you run...?"
Jiang Ci gently patted her back with his uninjured left hand.
"What will you do if I run away?"
He lowered his head, his voice hoarse, yet revealing a fierce determination.
"Who dares to touch you?"
"I'll let him die."
That night.
Under the streetlights by the roadside.
Wen Ning, holding a band-aid and iodine, carefully treated his wound while crying.
Jiang Ci watched as she shed tears for him.
Lower your head.
On that night, filled with the smell of iodine, I gently kissed her lips.
That was their first kiss.
It smelled of blood, yet was sickeningly sweet.
……
later.
They both got into University A.
He went to the computer science department, and she went to the oil painting department.
There is no misunderstanding.
There was no pain of being separated for three years.
There was no rupture or mutual torment on that rainy night.
He started his own business while still in university, founding Limitless.
Just this once.
He doesn't need to force himself to become a cold-blooded work machine.
Because his girl has always been by his side.
He was typing code on his computer.
She was drawing on the sofa next to her.
When he hit a roadblock, she would hug him from behind and make him a cup of unsweetened coffee.
The day Limitless went public.
He wasn't standing alone in front of the cold, floor-to-ceiling window.
Instead, he took her hand and together they rang the Nasdaq bell.
From school uniforms to wedding dresses.
This is a pure, sweet script with no thorns, only flowers.
In this parallel world without a system.
Their love was open, straightforward, and enviable.
……
One afternoon many years later.
Jiang Ci sat on the balcony of his home.
The warm sunlight shone down.
Wen Ning was lying on his lap, fast asleep.
He was also holding a science fiction novel about parallel universes.
Jiang Ci put down the documents in his hand and gently ran his fingers through her soft, long hair.
he was thinking.
If parallel universes really exist in this world.
In another time and space, their relationship would be filled with misunderstandings, scheming, and even life and death.
Will they still be together?
Jiang Ci looked at his wife, who was fast asleep in his arms.
A confident smile appeared on his lips.
Will do.
Regardless of whether or not there is any intervention from that so-called system.
Regardless of her identity or personality when she appeared before him.
Call it being a drama queen or a coward.
As long as those eyes look at him.
As long as she stands there.
He would always see her the moment he first looked at her.
I fell in love with her completely and hopelessly.
This is not part of the program's settings.
This is the instinct of the soul.
Regardless of time or space.
Jiang Ci is destined to fall in love with Wen Ning.
fate.
Doomed.