What surprised Wayne a little was that Chris was very receptive to this type of article.
He originally thought that Chris, who had been tortured by various modern scripts, would have more stringent requirements for these creative contents.
"Ha, why do you have that strange idea?"
Chris herself was completely indifferent to Wayne's surprise.
"There are troubled stories, and of course there are simple stories. Sometimes people just want to read light-hearted stories... There is no distinction between different styles. People are always the ones who distinguish them. prejudice.”
When Wayne was not paying attention, Chris snatched the newspaper from his hand, turned her back to him and read it with interest.
While watching, he laughed like an idiot from time to time.
If she lived in modern times, she would be an ordinary girl who likes to watch romantic dramas and excitedly exchange plots with her best friends.
Then, gradually grow old with yourself over the years.
Wayne pursed his lips.
"Chrissy."
"Huh?" She responded absently.
"What if - I mean what if, a story that looks very easy, but actually is not easy behind the scenes, would you not like such a plot?" He asked softly.
In her mind, this time travel must have been a very relaxing story.
As long as you travel through time, you can make up for all your shortcomings; as long as you travel through time, you can live the life you once dreamed of.
She does have the consciousness of being a time-traveler. The word "travel" seems to have some special magic power - as long as you use it, you can get happiness.
Yes, on the surface, who can say that Chris is unhappy now?
With excellent family conditions, doting relatives and friends, whatever she wants can be realized quickly... She doesn't need to worry about what anyone thinks, she just needs to feel at ease to do what she wants to do.
Everyone would want to live such a life, right?
However, all this is based on ignorance.
She cannot know what kind of person she is.
Otherwise, these so-called "happiness" that are as beautiful as dreams will burst like fragile bubbles.
After hearing his question, Chris thought for a while.
"Well, it depends on what the psychological expectations are at the beginning."
She said slowly, "If you want to relax from the beginning, you will inevitably feel like you've been cheated."
"However, if there is no need to see some kind of follow-up, and the plot itself is interesting enough, I can probably accept it more peacefully - right?"
...Miss, you don’t need to add the last hesitant modal word.
Wayne nodded in understanding.
"Wait a minute." Chris suddenly reacted and became a little doubtful about this question.
"Wayne, you couldn't have done something secretly behind my back, right?"
Barely keeping his expression calm, Wayne said in confusion: "Ah? What's wrong with me? Why do you ask?"
"Because don't most people tell the truth intentionally or unintentionally in the name of jokes or assumptions?" She no longer cared about the newspaper in her hand, immediately threw it aside, and came closer to stare at it. Wayne's eyes.
"It's like saying, 'I have a friend,' when you're actually referring to yourself."
Wayne looked back at her quietly.
"Then what do you think I did behind your back?"
Nothing can be seen.
If you can see a person clearly through your eyes, human nature is not enough to be evaluated as "unpredictable".
"For example..." Chrissy trailed off.
"For example, you are secretly committed to becoming an excellent playwright and secretly write a new script. You want me to read it but you are worried that I won't like it?"
Wayne couldn't help but laugh, "You think too much."
He reached out and rubbed Chrissy's hair, messing up her carefully styled hairstyle.
"Ahhh! Wayne, I'm going to shark you!"
Chris's screams of collapse were heard in the room.
…
Kris has always taken great care of the soft and dazzling blond hair that has almost become her personal trademark, and spends a lot of time taking care of it every day.
Probably because Wayne went too far that day, Chris was so angry that she didn't talk to him for several days.
Regarding this, Wayne had only one thought in his heart.
——As for what?
It’s not like I’m going out right away. After sleeping one night, the next day will be just as messy.
But Chris obviously didn't accept his excuses and was determined to make him realize his mistake.
"Hey, classmate Wayne, are you having trouble with Chrissy again?"
Gavin kept winking at Wayne, making him look even more vulgar.
"...It's just a small problem." Wayne lay on the table and waved his hands feebly.
After a period of grounding, Gavin looks like his old self again.
He wiped the top of his head narcissistically, "Let me tell you, girls must be coaxed a lot."
Wayne rolled his eyes at him.
This guy started pretending to be a love guru again. It was because the scar was healed and he forgot about the pain.
"It's nothing actually."
Occasionally bickering is good for improving relationships, Wayne comforted himself.
The two of them were chatting, and Tasia walked in from outside the classroom.
"Classmate Wayne, the teacher asked me to bring this to you." She handed over a pamphlet.
Seeing Tasia approaching, Gavin raised his eyebrows and instantly became more energetic, even straightening his back.
"Classmate Tasia." He greeted Tasia with a smile, "You have become much more beautiful after the holiday~"
Wayne clearly saw that Tasia's whole body trembled slightly, and then she showed a look that was difficult to explain.
She was still not used to Gavin's flirtatious way of greeting her.
"...Thank you." She responded to Gavin perfunctorily, and Tasia chose to talk to Wayne to resolve the situation.
"It seems to be about the allocation table of funds for various club activities. This semester's budget is about to be distributed, and the amount needs to be verified by each club again."
This thing will not be made public openly, but will be sent privately to the heads of each club. If there are any problems, please contact the school.
Under this rule, those weak associations are completely ignored, and it is difficult for weak associations to grab resources from popular associations.
But Lily Club naturally has no such worries.
The result of each distribution is that Lily will eat meat and others will drink soup, and this time is no exception.
Wayne looked down from the Lily Club's amount of funds in the first row, and finally saw the name of the student union near the end.
"——The student union is about to be disbanded?"
He blurted out these words.
