Almost exactly as Ye Liangchen had imagined.
When Li Qingxue saw the message, she froze in place.
["Don’t want to see you anymore." "Need some space."]
As she read those words, Li Qingxue’s brow furrowed deeply.
She stood there, unable to understand how things had come to this.
It wasn’t like this at all in the beginning.
Thinking about it, Li Qingxue felt a pang of sadness welling up inside her.
Glancing around, she realized that in her frantic rush, she had unknowingly arrived at the riverside.
The river flowed gently, with elderly people doing their morning exercises nearby.
Below the riverbank, some were fishing, while others painted or sketched the river and the blue sky.
Li Qingxue felt an inexplicable sense of grievance in her heart.
She sat down on the grassy ground, hugging her long legs and staring blankly at the flowing river. "Is there really no such thing as pure friendship between boys and girls?"
"It depends," came a voice from nearby.
Li Qingxue instinctively looked up.
She saw a young man lying on the grass, lazily basking in the sun, with two leaves covering his eyes, looking utterly relaxed.
Li Qingxue had a bellyful of grievances with no outlet.
And since she was naturally outgoing, she didn’t feel shy or awkward about talking to strangers. Sniffling a little, she asked, "What do you mean, 'it depends'?"
"The first scenario is if the guy is gay. In that case, the friendship between a guy and a girl can be purely platonic."
At her age, Li Qingxue wasn’t completely clueless.
Though a bit slow on the uptake, she understood what "gay" meant.
"What’s the second scenario?"
"There isn’t one. Just this one." In other words, if the guy isn’t gay, then pure friendship between a guy and a girl is impossible.
"How can you be so sure?" Li Qingxue stood up and moved closer to him.
Lying on the grass, the young man heard the sound of footsteps crunching on the grass.
He removed the leaves from his eyes.
Squinting slightly, he looked at the person approaching.
He had been bored and, finding the scenery pleasant, decided to lie there and listen to the soothing sound of the river.
He had overheard her speaking and, feeling compelled, had chimed in.
"It’s you!" Li Qingxue exclaimed in surprise when she saw Long Aotian.
"Oh, it’s you," Long Aotian replied, recognizing the girl as the classmate who had interviewed him the other day. He decided not to get up and instead lay back down.
Seeing Long Aotian’s relaxed demeanor, Li Qingxue sighed.
"Why are you sighing at such a young age?" Long Aotian remarked casually upon hearing her sigh.
"You still haven’t told me why you’re so sure that there’s no pure friendship between boys and girls."
Long Aotian adjusted his position slightly. Perhaps because he was used to playing the role of Hu Yuying’s life mentor, his tone took on a somewhat mature air. "The most complicated and contradictory relationships are those involving emotions."
Hearing this, Li Qingxue seemed to think of something and sat down beside Long Aotian.
"I have a friend I’ve known for many years, but it seems like he’s developed feelings for me. Because of this, our friendship has hit a rough patch."
"If he likes you, do you like him?" Long Aotian asked lazily, putting the leaves back over his eyes.
"I... I don’t know. We’re so close. He’s always taken care of me and treated me well. In my heart, he’s a good friend, almost like an older brother. But now he..."
"Stop!" Long Aotian raised his hand to cut her off.
Wasn’t this the classic line of a modern-day "player"?
He lifted the leaves and glanced at Li Qingxue. Seeing the sincerity in her eyes and the genuine sadness on her face, she didn’t seem like a "player."
So he continued, "The way he’s treating you now is actually how friends should treat each other."
Li Qingxue didn’t understand immediately. "What do you mean?"
Long Aotian seriously considered that he should get a counseling license in this world and open a counseling office specializing in high school students’ psychological guidance. He was sure it would make a lot of money.
"No one is good to someone without a reason. If they are, it’s because they’ve developed some kind of emotional attachment."
"He likes you, so he’s willing to be good to you. That kind of goodness goes beyond what friends usually do."
"Think about it. Do any of your other friends treat you as well as he does?"
Li Qingxue thought carefully. Even her closest desk mate at school didn’t treat her as well as Ye Liangchen did. She shook her head.
"You’ve just grown accustomed to his 'special' and 'exclusive' treatment. So when he started treating you like a regular friend, you felt like your friendship was falling apart."
"In the end, it’s just that you’re no longer receiving his 'exclusive favor,' so you think there’s a problem with your friendship."
Li Qingxue instantly understood what Long Aotian meant.
Ye Liangchen liked her, which was why he had subconsciously given her "special treatment."
But if you stripped away the layer of "liking," Ye Liangchen’s "special treatment" would naturally revert to ordinary friendship.
It was just that she hadn’t been able to accept this change immediately.
In reality, it wasn’t that Ye Liangchen had changed.
Because that’s just how friendships are supposed to be.
Li Qingxue felt deflated, muttering to herself, "So that’s how it is."
But since the conversation had reached this point, Long Aotian couldn’t help but ask a bit nosily, "Since you’re so concerned about him, do you have feelings for him too?"
Li Qingxue thought for a moment, then said in frustration, "What does it feel like to like someone?"
Well, that settled it. This girl wasn’t a "player" or a "heartbreaker." She was just clueless about love.
Maybe she was lively and sharp in her daily life, and maybe she excelled in her studies, but when it came to emotions, she was as slow as a 90-year-old grandma shuffling along.
While others were racing ahead, she was still asking what it felt like to like someone...
"When you like someone, your heart skips a beat when you see them at certain moments. Your gaze naturally drifts toward them. And even if you’re just sitting together doing nothing, it never feels boring..."
"No, I’ve never felt any of those things," Li Qingxue said after giving it serious thought.
"Then you need to take a good, hard look at what you call 'friendship.'"
"Since you can’t give him the response he’s looking for, you need to accept the changes in his behavior."
"After all, if you don’t like him, he has every right to move on and direct his 'special treatment' toward someone who truly likes him back."
"Of course, if you can’t accept his change, you could try to develop feelings for him."
...

ial death, also known as "shè sǐ" in Chinese, generally refers to... well, never mind, it's not important. My name is Ye Cheng, and I'm about to experience social death firsthand. ... 【Host, your mission is to confess your love to the young lady of the Dongfang family, the current student council president, in a way that will be unforgettable for everyone at the freshman ceremony!】 【Host, assist the girl with a sprained ankle in front of you to reach the infirmary, and fulfill the wicked thoughts in your heart!】 【Host, act on your desires and punish the arrogant young lady before you mercilessly!】 【Host, follow your instincts—abandon shameful surrender, begging, or groveling, and ruthlessly criticize the domineering, ill-mannered young lady in front of you!】 【Host...】 Ye Cheng: "Here, here, you take this host role—I quit!" Wait, why is the girl with a sprained ankle the daughter of a mafia boss? And what kind of punishment method is this for the arrogant young lady? Also, who the heck said anything about wicked thoughts in my heart? Come out here, let’s settle this one-on-one!!! ... The haughty student council president, the scheming mafia princess, the fragile yandere young lady, the airheaded maid-in-waiting, the mixed-blood loli/...

+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia