A mysterious realm descends, and I defy fate in comics.

Chapter 143 In short, transition 1

"How come you can talk all of a sudden?" Jiang Xingni leaned closer and asked Song Juexiao.

The girl chuckled lightly and pointed to the device on her phone.

"Actually, it was Pei Zhaoye who did it." Song Juexiao typed on his phone. At the same time, a voice—which sounded exactly like Song Juexiao's voice—came from the device attached to the phone.

"After all, sometimes typing and then showing it to others is really time-consuming," Song Juexiao explained. "So Pei Zhaoye made this for me."

However, the first time I used it was not when I was having a face-to-face conversation with someone, but when I was talking to Lin Hongguang.

Song Juexiao himself did not expect this.

Logically speaking, converting spoken words into spoken language is definitely slower than simply typing or speaking.

The advantage is that it gives you a lot more time to organize your thoughts—or rather, to come up with an excuse.

Moreover, Song Juexiao's sudden ability to speak was enough to divert some of Lin Hongguang's attention.

In short, everything I did was so that I could write as few self-criticisms as possible when I returned to school.

Jiang Xingnian noticed it.

She couldn't help but chuckle, but when she met Song Juexiao's subtly reproachful gaze, she silently suppressed her laughter.

"Okay," she said. "Even if you can't let me write it for you, I can still guide you on how to write it."

Specifically, it refers to how to apologize using the most words possible while downplaying the seriousness of the matter.

How to play the victim in your self-criticism to soften the other party's heart.

Jiang Xingni repeated herself, saying she had extensive experience with this kind of thing.

Su Yanzhi moved closer to Jiang Xingni, smiling as she stared at him: "Who did you go to see behind our backs?"

He asked softly, "Why didn't you bring me along?"

Jiang Xingni rolled her eyes, pushed his head away, and her heartbeat didn't even change.

In the past, Jiang Xingni might have thought that Su Yanzhi had noticed something.

But now, Jiang Xingni understands—this is just Su Yanzhi being a bit of a jerk.

Using "cheap" to describe someone might not be the best word, but Jiang Xingni really couldn't think of any word that could better describe Su Yanzhi.

"I sent Zhao Henshan a bouquet of flowers," Jiang Xingni said softly. "What, you want to send her flowers too?"

She said those words without the slightest hint of guilt.

The person who made the agreement with Zhao Henshan was Jiang Xingni, not Su Yanzhi. Although Jiang Xingni's failure to inform the other members of the main group seemed a bit out of place, it wasn't a major problem.

As for her conversation with Xu Niannian, that was between her and her close friend, and there was no reason for her to tell the main characters, whom she had only known for less than a month.

Su Yanzhi shrugged: "I'm just a little jealous. Why did you only send her flowers and not me, Xingxing?"

He feigned grievance: "Haven't I known you for far longer than you've known Zhao Henshan?"

"And we even ran for our lives together while she was chasing us."

Yes.

Jiang Xingnian added in his mind, "I'm just complaining."

She met Zhao Henshan a few days earlier than he had met her. They were fleeing for their lives together, and almost had to sacrifice each other to save themselves.

Jiang Xingni really didn't know what Su Yanzhi's mentality was in saying such things in front of him.

She rolled her eyes and calmly said, "Fine, I'll still send you flowers even when you die."

Despite saying that, Jiang Xingni knew very well what was going on in his heart.

If Su Yanzhi hadn't turned against him and become a villain later on, he would likely have died before Su Yanzhi.

I wonder if she'll be able to receive a bouquet of flowers from Su Yanzhi by then?

Jiang Xingni thought to himself casually.

Su Yanzhi still wore a half-serious smile on his face. He leaned closer to Jiang Xingni, his breath gently brushing against her face.

"You know, you can ask me for help sometimes, right?" Su Yanzhi asked.

"Although my price is very high, I'm willing to give you a discount if it's a star," he said with a smile.

Just as Jiang Xingni instinctively wanted to slap him, he effortlessly vanished from his spot—Jiang Xingni's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air—and then reappeared on the other side.

"Why are you so fierce?" Su Yanzhi feigned pitifulness. "I was clearly just trying to be kind and give you a discount, wasn't I?"

Jiang Xingni retreated expressionlessly behind Xiao Jiming—the person closest to her.

I'm too scared to fight anymore.

Jiang Xingni thought to himself deeply.

She was really afraid that she would beat Su Yanzhi to his heart's content.

There was no time to respond to Su Yanzhi's half-serious provocation. When Jiang Xing turned around, it was already time for their flight to check in.

The familiar announcements rang out inside the airport.

Jiang Xingni suddenly remembered that the last time she took a plane was when her teacher led a group of people to participate in a competition.

Jiang Xingni was not born into a wealthy family. Especially after her parents died, the savings they left behind were barely enough for her to survive without having to work.

If she were truly wealthy, she wouldn't need to go to such lengths to figure out how to move out of the downtown area.

She sat in a window seat, watching the small town where she had grown up gradually shrink and then be swallowed up by the surrounding mountains and rivers.

The spring chill lingers; although the beginning of spring has passed, the snow on the mountains and the ice in the rivers have not yet completely melted.

She rested her chin on her hand, gazing out the window, a touch of melancholy in her heart—she wondered if she would be alive when she returned next time.

They should be alive.

After all, the cause of his parents' deaths in the lower city area has not been investigated.

If it were just me, there wouldn't be anything worth noting.

But this is also the place where Xiao Jiming used to live.

The same school where the protagonist once lived has now produced two individuals: Zhao Henshan and Ji Shanqing.

If her arrangements are effective, Chen Hongying will surely come into the readers' view in the future.

How could anything related to the main character possibly be safe?

She turned her head and, through the blurry reflection on the airplane window, her gaze fell on Xiao Jiming.

Jiang Xingnian then noticed that Xiao Jiming was wearing a bracelet with a skull decoration on his wrist.

Jiang Xingni: ?

Is this the anchor point for the protagonist of a comic book?

But in reality, it's still a bit too childish, isn't it?

Jiang Xingni reached out and touched the skull on his wrist: "It looks like the kind of thing you'd wear during a teenage chuunibyou phase to show off how cool you are."

The slight smile that had been on Xiao Jiming's face because Jiang Xingni had taken the initiative to touch him suddenly froze.

He stared at Jiang Xing for a while, then viciously pinched her face with his hand.

"Tasteless," he said through gritted teeth, laughing. "But this isn't just decoration."

Not decoration? Then what is it?

Jiang Xingni had a premonition.

It's related to superpowers.

She looked up and met Xiao Jiming's gaze.

So she didn't ask anything.