“I discovered that my deskmate was someone who had transmigrated.”
“His target was me.”
“He completed his mission.”
Xu Qinghan found Yu Yue's diary in the classroom. On the title page, it said:
[Target: Xu Qinghan]
[This is my last world]
[^^Once I complete the mission, I can log out successfully]
[Reading Guide]
1. Yu Yue x Xu Qinghan, high school campus, BE.
2. Since this is a very short story, I couldn't come up with a proper blurb even by the time I finished writing it. Just make do with this and take a look! QAQ The blurb is Yu Yue as seen from Xu Qinghan's perspective.
3. All place names are fictional and have no real-world counterparts.
● A similar short BE story, pre-release title: Don't Write My Name Down. Please add it to your favorites in the author's collection at the top right!
Shen He had a name register.
It was filled with the same person's name over and over.
“Meng Chaoyao, Meng Chaoyao, Meng Chaoyao, Meng Chaoyao, Meng Chaoyao, Meng Chaoyao...”
Once, Meng Chaoyao was late for morning study. Once, he passed notes during evening study. Once, he got into a fight...
After being summoned to the homeroom teacher's office for the umpteenth time, Meng Chaoyao returned and strode angrily over to class monitor Shen He, carrying an egg pancake he'd gone out of his way to buy. He slapped it down on Shen He's desk and snapped, “It's hot. Eat it, quick.”
“Don't write my name down next time.”
Meng Chaoyao had never met anyone as ungrateful as Shen He.
He went out of his way to buy an egg pancake from Shen He's favorite stall and was late for morning study, so Shen He wrote down his name.
He wrote Shen He a note during evening study asking if he wanted to walk home together, so Shen He wrote down his name.
He taught a student who'd been badmouthing Shen He behind his back a lesson, so Shen He wrote down his name.
Shen He had only one thing to say, no matter what: “Focus on your studies.”
Fine, he'd study.
Gradually, Meng Chaoyao's name appeared less and less often in the register.
Until one day, it didn't appear at all.
On the eve of the college entrance exams, everyone in class started signing each other's uniforms.
Meng Chaoyao's uniform was covered in names, except for one empty spot over his chest.
On the last day of the exams, Meng Chaoyao didn't go to the graduation party that evening.
He dug out the name register he'd not seen in ages, imitated Shen He's handwriting, and signed his name on the chest of his uniform.
Later, at the university that he and Shen He had once planned to attend together, Meng Chaoyao skipped class and took an overnight train back to celebrate Shen He's birthday at his grave.
His college roommate sent him a message in the middle of the night: Damn, the class monitor wrote your name in the register.
Reading those words, Meng Chaoyao leaned against the cold tombstone, and time seemed to return to years ago.
Seventeen-year-old him stood before seventeen-year-old Shen He, looking furious. “Don't write my name down.”
● A similar short BE story, pre-release title: A Blind-Box Trip. Please add it to your favorites in the author's collection at the top right!
After being diagnosed with a terminal illness, Lin Xun bought a blind-box plane ticket. The destination printed on the ticket was Dali.
As soon as he got off the plane, Lin Xun realized he might be suffering from altitude sickness. He stumbled around and nearly walked into a car.
The driver was a kind local. He not only gave Lin Xun a lift to his guesthouse, but also handed him a small bottle of oxygen for emergencies.
Only later did Lin Xun learn that the man was the owner of the guesthouse he'd booked.
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Yan Ting had fallen out with his family years ago. He settled in Dali with his savings and opened a guesthouse, where he raised a cat and a dog. He always carried a deck of cards and a lighter in his pocket, and had heard the stories of countless passersby.
Later, he became part of a story himself.
He gave him a bottle of oxygen, and became his oxygen.
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Before leaving Dali, Lin Xun left Yan Ting a postcard. It read:
“Thank you for the oxygen.”
“See you next year.”
On the same day the following year, Yan Ting waited for him in vain. He sat by the door, gazing at Erhai Lake and smoking through the night.
The next day, he boarded a plane to Xinjiang. A little giddy from the oxygen, he stumbled around until all he could see was a gravestone.
[Reading Guide]
1. A BE story about a young man with a terminal illness who loses hope and decides to give up treatment, but is encouraged to find hope again, only to pass away with regrets in the end.
2. TBD
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Theme: Learn to love life
My Roommate Wants to Bite Me Every Day
The Little Parrot Charges into the Infinite Flow
The Real and Fake Young Masters Return to Childhood Together
Clicking into My Childhood Friend's Anonymous Q&A
A Polar Bear’s Summer Trip
After I Dumped My Online Date
The Villainous Bigwigs' Parenting App
Don't Remember My Name
What Should I Do About This Cat I Picked Up That Won't Stop Ringing?
The Beta Young Master and His Rugged Bodyguard
The Little Cat Saves the World!
Don't Grade Papers on a Date
Why is no one watching it? Madam, don't give up. This idea is very good and pretty. There are fewer and fewer good-looking innovations in Jinjiang these days. What kind of broken mechanism is there in Jinjiang? Why are there so few people 😭
If two babies are born in the future, they must live well and peacefully 😭 😭 😭 😭
After the fireworks 🎆, I still can't read the be article, I kept crying 😭
Damn, is it really time travel? Why does it feel wrong? It feels like you have prepared a big knife.
No miss, no misunderstanding, but death and misfortune surround the two little bitter gourds from beginning to end. Xiaoyu finally made up his mind to regain the treatment, but failed. He spent his last days warmly and ordinaryly knowing full well. He was so lucky. He met a kind-hearted bird and her mother when he was young; he met his adoptive grandmother when he was begging, and she was full of plans for the future and slowly saved money for medical treatment; when he grew up, he was treated well by his classmates and teachers, had a good friend, met the grown-up bird and had the opportunity to be his deskmate, and spent a wonderful time; in the last period of his life, he mustered up the courage to pull the bird out of the mud and succeeded. He was so unfortunate. He had congenital heart disease and was abandoned by his biological parents and trafficked by traffickers. He witnessed the death of his only family member (grandma) when he was still young, and his adoptive father took away the money left by grandma to treat him. The disease that could be properly treated when he was young was delayed for various reasons until he grew up and could not be cured. He also liked birds but did not dare to respond because of heart disease and died at home. You gave the little bird the courage to walk out of the mud and let him look forward. But it also makes him an albatross who has lost his lover forever, living by his promise to you. You left a lot of things behind, giving your beloved bird the eternal courage and love to move forward. The hope before death also allowed him to keep his promise and continue to live. The time spent together also allowed him to find memories from bits and pieces; you left very few things. As time fades, the dog returns to his old age, the dormitory where he lived in high school is demolished, and the flowers in the sachet slowly rot, making the bird lose you forever in the days far away. Crying RCrying RCrying R I really hope that, just like your excellent plan, you successfully logged out of the last world and have a healthy body and a happy home. I hope it has a happy ending like the movies you watch together again and again.
Teacher, what you wrote is really good.
I only read chapter 24 and this chapter, it's so cruel, woo woo... Damn, you got out of control as soon as you wrote be. Counting this column, there are four books in total. Three of them are my favorites, woo woo woo (but I will hold back from reading them... I can't help it. I am very emotional and can't control my tears... Tears are welling up in my eyes as I type this QAQ)
I only read the last few chapters and ended up crying for half an hour... So delicate and helpless, the teacher is so good at writing
This is a hint, right? It's a hint that Xiao Yu died at the age of 18 if he couldn't be cured, right? [Purple sugar]kswl[purple sugar]kswl[purple sugar]kswl
Yu, your heart is actually moved! You've got [Orange Candy]