A Girl Conquers the World Through Her Tears-Chapter 6: The Persistence of Bamboo Slips

Lin Jianzhi cried for about a minute before sobering up. She pushed Zhu Liheng away in a fright.

Zhu Liheng was stunned again. He couldn't understand why, his expression full of puzzlement.

Lin Jianzhi burst into tears: "I'm sorry! Don't mind me!"

Zhu Liheng was truly confused and asked: "Am I very scary?"

Lin Jianzhi: "No..."

She wasn't sure if Zhu Liheng had a girlfriend, she didn't even dare to ask.

In her understanding, Zhu Liheng was handsome, sunny, excellent to the point of perfection, with many people chasing him.

There must be no lack of equally excellent girls around him, right?

What was she doing, throwing herself into his arms crying?

Zhu Liheng heaved a deep sigh: "I don't understand you."

The relationship that had just gotten closer seemed to be about to become estranged again.

Lin Jianzhi clenched her fists, unwilling!

She mustered up the courage to ask desperately: "Senior, do you have a girlfriend?"

After asking, she immediately lowered her head like an ostrich, avoiding eye contact.

Zhu Liheng was truly confused by Lin Jianzhi's train of thought. After thinking about it carefully, he said: "I don't have a girlfriend, but you seem to have very divergent thinking, is that the reason why you're not good at math?"

No girlfriend!

These words made Lin Jianzhi's heart beat wildly, an indescribable feeling of excitement welled up in her heart.

But his next words...

How did it get to math?

Zhu Liheng patted her on the shoulder: "Let's get in the car first, I'll take you home."

On the way home, Lin Jianzhi was still immersed in the embrace from earlier.

She felt that in the car, on the tip of her nose, everywhere was surrounded by that fragrance.

Zhu Liheng looked very handsome and stylish while driving, his long fingers wrapped around the steering wheel as he turned it, making her feel like he wasn't driving a car but her life.

She didn't dare to speak, blushing blankly the whole time.

Zhu Liheng spoke up from time to time to comfort her and tell her not to be so nervous.

But Zhu Liheng only cared that her math grades were not good, after comforting her a few times he went back to talking about math problems.

Lin Jianzhi's wildly beating heart gradually calmed down emotionally, even becoming cold under his left one math question, right one math question.

Damn math!

When they arrived at the underground parking lot, Zhu Liheng parked the car and took the bag of fresh food from the back seat.

This scene felt very out of place, but it was also full of a sense of daily life.

Ever since getting out of the car, Lin Jianzhi had been emotionally numb, following Zhu Liheng blankly into the elevator.

Ding–

The elevator stopped on the 10th floor, and Zhu Liheng stepped out.

Lin Jianzhi almost walked out with him!

Fortunately she reacted violently in time. Her home was on the 11th floor.

After walking out of the elevator, Zhu Liheng suddenly turned his head back, still worried: "It's just math, actually not that hard. If there's anything you don't understand, you can come to me to ask."

Lin Jianzhi nodded subconsciously. The elevator doors closed.

Ding–

The 11th floor arrived.

At this time, Lin Jianzhi suddenly reacted: she didn't have Zhu Liheng's contact details! How could she ask him?

She had even forgotten to thank him!

God!

She felt like an idiot again!

Back home, her parents hadn't returned yet. After rushing into her room, Lin Jianzhi quickly hid under the quilt.

Then she started feeling anxious.

How could Zhu Liheng be so gentle?

Was he like this with other girls too?

If other girls threw themselves into his arms crying, would he also gently pat their backs to comfort them? Speak softly and tenderly?

Or was it only her that he treated this way? But what made her worthy of this from him...

Lin Jianzhi felt both agitated and remorseful, rolling wildly in her quilt on the bed.

She didn't come out from the quilt until she almost suffocated.

Her face was blushing bright red as she took out her phone to check Weibo.

There was no new content on Zhu Liheng's Weibo. The popularity brought by that comment of his was still going. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝔀𝓮𝘣𝘯𝘰𝘷𝑒𝓵.𝒸𝑜𝘮

From time to time, people would come and give Lin Jianzhi a like, leaving an "Add oil" message before leaving.

At this time, Lin Jianzhi had very complicated feelings. She wanted Zhu Liheng's attention, but was also afraid of such attention.

She was afraid of her little secret being discovered and exposed, people laughing at her arrogance.

In the end, gritting her teeth, she locked that Weibo post with over 10,000 likes, making it only visible to herself.

After doing all this, she checked again to see if there was any key information left out.

Going through all her Weibo posts, deleting or locking more than a dozen, finally at the very end, she even changed her name, from "Crybaby Little Quail" to an untraceable empty account.

Only after doing all this was Lin Jianzhi finally at ease.

She hated her own cowardice and timidity!

Downstairs.

Zhu Liheng had already quickly cooked dinner. His parents were away on a business trip. He made two dishes and a soup for himself, nutritious and healthy.

After eating and washing the dishes, he went back to his room and opened his laptop.

Subconsciously, he looked up at the ceiling. Very quiet.

Looks like his reassurance worked. She didn't cry today.

Just as he was about to browse documents, a message suddenly lit up.

"Zhu Jianan: [Document] Help me check the logic, if there's no problem I'll publish it."

"Zhu Liheng: Fifty dollars per word."

"Zhu Jianan: You're extorting me?!"

"Zhu Liheng: You have a job already, I'm still a student. You still want me to work for free?"

"Zhu Jianan: A 20-year-old child laborer, aren't you ashamed? I'll treat you to a meal, hurry take a look!"

"Zhu Liheng: Hot pot."

"Zhu Jianan: Got it got it, hurry up!"

Zhu Liheng opened the document, skimming at 10 lines per second.

In his opinion, logicality was not the most important thing for emotional articles. Whether the emotions got through and could resonate was the key.

But Zhu Jianan was afraid of getting sprayed, asking him to check the logic every time after she finished writing.

Reading through it all, there were no big issues. But at the ending, there was a small story quote that caught Zhu Liheng's eyes.

It was a Weibo screenshot from user "Crybaby Little Quail".

Summer, kitchen, black smoke, boy, noodles...

Upon looking at the post time again, two years ago.

Zhu Liheng immediately made a phone call!

Seeing the incoming call, Zhu Jianan was so startled she almost jumped. After picking up she asked: "What's wrong? What happened? Is there a big problem with what I wrote? Good thing I asked you to take a look! What big problem is there? Tell me, I'll change it right away!"

Zhu Liheng's voice was unexpectedly stern, even a little fierce: "Did you get permission from Crybaby Little Quail to quote that Weibo post of hers?"

Zhu Jianan: "I'm contacting her now, but she hasn't replied yet. Oh wait..."

Zhu Liheng's breathing tightened: "What is it?"

Zhu Jianan: "She changed her username, but still hasn't replied. Maybe too many private messages, all thanks to you. This little nobody was discovered by me first, but got randomly blown up by your one comment to 10,000 people going in..."

Zhu Liheng cut off her babbling: "What's her name now?"

Zhu Jianan: "ZhuJianZhiHeng."

Zhu Liheng: "Which four characters?"

Zhu Jianan: "Your Zhu of Zhu Liheng, simple Jian, enduring Zhiheng."

The rapid tapping sound of typing on a keyboard quickly rang out as Zhu Liheng started searching on his computer.

Zhu Jianan was a little unhappy: "What are you doing? Suddenly so serious on the call you scared me. So can I not publish that quote yet?"

Zhu Liheng: "Like hell she'd let you publish it! I'll get the A University Law School to sue you!"

Zhu Jianan: "???"

Zhu Liheng: "Hanging up."

Zhu Jianan: "!!!"

Looking at the phone that rapidly hung up, Zhu Jianan was truly confused.

But she still modified the article, deleting the screenshot quote.