After Turning Around (Short Campus Emotional Story) Novel: Extreme World | Author: Chao Ge's Name | Category: Urban Romance
(I) For Him, Mo Liming
If it weren't for the certainty that she had truly fallen for the cocky Mo Liming, Xuan Ran wouldn't dare to face her own high standards in discernment. She felt as if the world was coming to an end. How could this be? How could she have fallen for him? There was a scene frozen in time from a novel - the handsome silhouette jumping freely under the golden sunset. The ball went in, and the screaming didn’t stop, which of course came from those fan girls. Xuan Ran would never do such a thing; doing so obviously indicated a lack of intelligence, and girls should be self-loving! Mo Liming confirmed that the expression on the face of the girl standing before him was one of wanting to kill him, so he instinctively wanted to escape—not out of avoidance, but because he really disliked girls. They were quite troublesome, always dreaming about plucking stars and moons, treating immaturity as charm. This was simply a primitive, brainless kind of humanoid!
"Stop right there!" Xuan Ran watched as her hard-earned meal contributed itself to the lush green grass, the regret in her heart unmatched even by her mother’s departure years ago, though forgiveness was necessary since she was only two at the time. "What do you want?" "Go get me food!" "Why should I? What relation are you to me?" "Because you might be the reason I faint from hunger this afternoon! I'm telling you, whether you like it or not, you're going to fetch me food. Otherwise, I won't let you off easily!" Mo Liming painfully stepped forward, picked up her lunch box, and walked towards the canteen, the place rumored to be so crowded you could be trampled. He indeed had some guilt, otherwise he wouldn’t have abandoned his stance as a man!
It has to be said, this was a very awkward way to meet. Even much later, Xuan Ran still told Mo Liming that meeting him was her biggest mistake—her unique perspective somehow failed against a sweaty, smelly guy like him! How unique can your perspective be when removing your glasses makes you mistake men for trees? Xuan Ran felt immense sadness, realizing her reputation was completely ruined by this man—or rather, something that couldn't yet be called a man.
That day, Xuan Ran was called to the teacher's office to collect homework. Naturally, she rose, grabbed what she thought were her glasses from the table with what she considered the most graceful and cool movement, only to find air. So, she thought, maybe these glasses grew wings and flew away—she originally wanted to say they grew legs and ran away, but reconsidered as this metaphor might have been used countless times already. Saying 'wings' wasn't necessarily more original, but Xuan Ran liked to think she was different and unique. Without glasses, the world did indeed feel blurrier, and she found this somewhat amusing. Before reaching the corner of the staircase, Xuan Ran lost her balance and was about to fall down the stairs in a parabolic motion. Unexpectedly, she grabbed onto a big tree—or so she thought subconsciously, even though she knew no towering tree could grow here.
"Wow, this tree is so soft!" Struggling to look closer, she saw a face cold enough to freeze water.
Not far away, Mo Liming was laughing so hard it seemed he'd die any moment.
(II) For Him, Yan Bing
As for this name, Xuan Ran had plenty of opinions. If Yan Bing must act like a cold front all day, then shouldn't her name, Xuan Ran, mean she should stir up constant upheaval?!
"If you think so, I don't mind."
It was Yan Bing, walking past like a breeze leaving no trace. Xuan Ran suspected she was hallucinating, thus acknowledging that one shouldn't gossip during daylight.
Yan Bing and Mo Liming were classmates. In Mo Liming's words, this classmate avoided women, behaving like a monk chanting "Amitabha" all day.
But there's never been such a handsome and charismatic monk! Xuan Ran's lustful eyes naturally reminded people of ancient tales of flower thieves.
"Mo Liming, help me chase after Yan Bing!"
"Ah?!" Mo Liming's jaw nearly dislocated.
"Don't expect me to save your jaw!"
Months of effort left both Mo Liming and Xuan Ran wanting to give up.
"Xuan Ran, let the flowers of our country bloom freely."
"What do you mean?"
"Me and Yan Bing..."
Instantly, the world darkened. After a bout of violence, the two were seen arm-in-arm heading to KFC to reward themselves, despite Mo Liming's almost successful weight loss evident in his wallet, looking back every three steps.
Yan Bing and a girl who looked gentle and virtuous were eating together, actually smiling. Xuan Ran doubted if she was seeing a ghost. For three months, her relentless pursuit hadn’t managed to change his icy expression, but this girl... She felt unbalanced. After all, she, Xuan Ran, was also a flower, albeit one Mo Liming referred to as a trumpet vine.
"Yan Bing!"
Lifting his head slowly, actually without lifting it at all, he could imagine it was this single-minded woman.
"I challenge you!"
"To what?"
"Drinking!"
"Xuan Ran, haven't you had enough drinks? This is KFC, not a bar." Mo Liming cautiously reminded her, though his expression suggested a bit of schadenfreude.
With a heroic determination, Xuan Ran sat beside him solemnly.
"Boss, a dozen beers."
"Three dozens," Yan Bing exhaled softly, shocking Xuan Ran.
"Disaster! Soon, Mo Liming would have to carry this girl home again. Being a porter sounded nice, but dragging her along was far more complex and difficult!
"Xuan Ran, you've made a cubic leap in quality. One moment in KFC, the next in a pub—it's like calling a dog 'dad' one second, then being called 'mom' the next."
"Shut up!" Yan Bing and Xuan Ran spoke simultaneously.
"Looks like we've got ourselves a couple!"
Finally, Xuan Ran captured Yan Bing. One day, while gently stroking her long hair, Yan Bing softly asked her to be his girlfriend. Immersed in love she had set aside for a long time, Xuan Ran almost choked on a hamburger. Mo Liming sighed in relief.
(III) Turning Away
On a sunny afternoon bright enough to make one commit crimes, Xuan Ran leaned against Yan Bing's chest drinking bottled cola. Yan Bing, with a voice close to agony, told her, "Don't move!" Then Xuan Ran saw his red, almost exaggerated eyes.
"I'm leaving tomorrow, to Paris." Mo Liming said nonchalantly.
"Why the hell do you have to study abroad? Is it because you have too much money?" Xuan Ran felt she was losing something.
"Tonight, KTV, my treat." With that, Mo Liming left arrogantly as usual.
"Why is he still so arrogant?!"
Gently kissing her lips, "You will always be mine!"
At the KTV, Mo Liming was shouting "Do You Know I Am Waiting For You?" More accurately, he was howling like a wolf.
"Do you know I am waiting for you? If you really care about me, why would you let me spend endless nights alone?"
Is this guy broken-hearted? Xuan Ran blinked innocently, Yan Bing kissed her passionately, declaring his possession.
"Enough, Yan Bing, everyone knows!"
"Brother, let's drink!" Xuan Ran bravely took two large cups of beer.
"You idiot, don't expect me to take you home today!"
"Just drink, I'll take care of you!" Yan Bing said tenderly.
"Did someone add salt to the wine tonight? Why does it taste so salty?" Xuan Ran drank the beer mixed with her tears.
He's gone, left, the sky isn't the sky anymore, the earth isn't the earth anymore. It's like returning to the chaotic age of Pangu separating heaven and earth. After adapting to his constant presence, he left for Paris, that overly romantic city, taking away her brother, her heavy, almost unbearable friendship. But was that all?
"Xuan Ran, come out for a drink."
"Not today, another day. I'm too tired."
How many times has she rejected Yan Bing's invitations?
"Brother, I'm in Paris! There are so many beautiful women here, I'll bring one back soon! Hahaha!"
"You fool, dare you!"
"Ranran, I love you."
This was the first time Yan Bing called her "Ranran," but Mo Liming had called her that countless times.
"The night you were drunk, Mo Liming told me: accept her, she needs love. But he didn't allow me to call you 'Ranran,' saying it was his exclusive nickname for you, even though he never properly called you that."
"But, Ranran, I didn't tell him, I love you too, deeply, deeply."
Yan Bing's almost crying message.
Wrong, so wrong, Yue Lao's red thread was tied incorrectly, he must have fallen asleep. But my heart feels not like my own anymore, it wants to fly to Paris, to the city where you are.
Xuan Ran kept repeating this in front of QQ's gray avatar on her computer.
"This time, let me wait for you."
She opened the chat box, typed a line of text, and sent it to distant Paris.
Final Words: As students, at 9 o'clock literature, writing youthful romance stories in exquisite notebooks, naive but self-satisfied. It's been three years since I last wrote such a story, due to doubting my storytelling ability. This novel is merely a trial, trying to regain my confidence in storytelling. Because such youth is truly too beautiful.
Although a bit awkward and unsure how to describe this triangle relationship, one can feel the budding innocence of love through the author's penmanship. Perhaps this article ends well here, not needing the male protagonist to dominate the world in a clichéd manner. A beautiful or tragic love path is being paved for them. Love belongs to student days; converting love into family love requires countless accumulations of love, a fusion of blood and affection.
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