System: Master Your Life-Chapter 569 - 139: Bookstore—Chi Linyue and Shang Wanjun’s First Meeting (Part 3)

Chapter 569: Chapter 139: Bookstore—Chi Linyue and Shang Wanjun’s First Meeting (Part 3)

Shang Wanjun took over the book and pen.

"OK."

Tap, tap...

Then, Shang Wanjun clicked away in her high heels.

"Who is that woman?"

Chi Linyue immediately questioned.

"My counselor."

"Is your counselor that pretty?"

"She’s just a counselor for a year. She’s going to pursue her Ph.D. this year."

"What did you write just now?"

"A Song Dynasty poem called ’West River Moon.’ You can check it online if you want. It talks about a carefree attitude towards life."

Xu Lin laughed, "See, you’re getting anxious now."

"Pah, who’s getting anxious because of you!"

"It’s our turn."

"Oh."

It was Chi Linyue’s turn to buy books.

Took the book, scanned it, and took a freebie along the way.

The book set had two volumes, with millions of words, and being a hardcover, it was quite thick. Of course, it was well-made; otherwise, why call it a hardcover?

The bookstore was too crowded, so they took their books and headed out.

"You should write something for me too. If you wrote something for a counselor, I shouldn’t miss out."

Xu Lin saw that his big sister was jealous.

"Alright then, what do you want me to write?"

"You decide, just make me happy."

"What if you’re not satisfied?"

"Then, tough luck!"

"I need to put a lot of thought into it, let me think..."

Xu Lin made a show of deep thinking, concentrating at the bookstore entrance, just like Conan solving a case.

A few minutes passed.

Chi Linyue was about to ask him when Xu Lin spoke up right on time.

"I thought of something!"

"So what did you think of?"

"Wait, do you have a pen?"

"There’s a convenience store over there."

Chi Linyue pointed to a nearby convenience store.

The two of them went in and bought a pen.

"Can you guess what I’ll write?"

Xu Lin asked.

"Just hurry up and write!"

"Miss Chi, you’re not very romantic!"

"Hmph! Hurry up!"

Big sister crossed her arms.

And Xu Lin, with a swish, began to write on the first page of the book: "When you were born, I was not; when I was born, you were already old. I regret not being born at the same time, spending every day happy with you."

"How is it?"

Xu Lin asked again.

"Quite good!"

Xu Lin’s handwriting was very elegant, written in a flowing cursive, with a certain subtlety.

Chi Linyue knew this verse. During school, she had a phase where she liked these sentimental poems or ancient novels. The original "When you were born" is from the Song Dynasty’s Tongguan kiln porcelain poems, with an unknown author.

What Xu Lin wrote, the first two lines were the original, the last two were from elsewhere, added online by others.

Chi Linyue took the book and pen and added the next two lines, which were the follow-ups from the original Tongguan kiln porcelain: "You regret I was born late, I regret you were born early."

All four lines complete the original work.

It speaks of two people in love, out of sync in time, feeling regret.

The protagonists probably had quite an age gap, not just a few years, maybe starting from ten or twenty years; otherwise, they wouldn’t feel this way. It might even be a May-December friendship.

That’s the kind of regret.

Unexpectedly, just as Chi Linyue finished writing, Xu Lin laughed, "I don’t mind that you’re older, I think a mature big sister is just perfect for me. I dream of finding a fully-grown, gentle big sister."

"Looking for a beating! You just don’t get romance!"

Chi Linyue gently tugged at Xu Lin’s ear, "If I were ten years older, would you still like me?"

"Of course not. Then you’d be in your thirties, probably starting to sag, and I’d find someone young and pretty."

Chi Linyue: ...

"Xu Lin!"

"Haha..."

"Keep this up and see if you ever get close to me again!"

"Don’t be mad, I was just kidding. They say, if there’s poetry and books in the heart, the years will never defeat a beauty. Even if you turn into an old grandma, you’d still be the most beautiful grandma!"

"Is that a compliment or what?" Chi Linyue was a bit amused yet speechless.

"Of course it’s a compliment. Look at the grannies on the street, when you get old, you’d definitely be prettier than them!"

"Flattering!"

Chi Linyue gave him a glare, pretending to be angry, "Let’s go have dinner, no serious talk here!"

"Okay."

"Are you staying at my place tonight?"

"Better not, it’s tempting fate, plus I have stuff to do."

"You’re the one tempting fate!"

"Absolutely, think about it, a woman like you, having everything, what man could resist?"

"Vulgar!"

In the afternoon, Chi Linyue treated Xu Lin to a big meal and they parted ways.

Afterwards, Xu Lin returned straight to school.

Sunday evening, it was time for the evening roll call again.

After roll call, Xu Lin headed back to his dorm.

At school, many people suspected Xu Lin was the famous Mr. Xu online, because Xu Lin often visited filming sets. Although he didn’t like taking photos with others, with so many people on set, a few photos occasionally leaked, like side profile shots or back views.

Moreover, Xu Lin had mentioned that he was studying at Jiangdu University of Finance and Economics, a freshman, with a height of 1.87m.

Considering all these factors, it would be strange if Xu Lin wasn’t Mr. Xu.

But if someone asked him, Xu Lin never admitted it.

After all, although people are curious, they wouldn’t keep spending time on this; it’s not like they make a living off it, like staking out in the bushes as paparazzi.

Eighteen-year-old Xu Lin’s life perspective was not ordinary. The emotional value or fan economy of a celebrity being in the limelight, Xu Lin wasn’t interested.

If Xu Lin was interested in fame, it would be about becoming an extraordinary man, admired by other extraordinary people, rather than posting a photo online and having people say, "Wow, is this Mr. Xu? So handsome, really cool."

That’s just silly.

Xu Lin felt that he was far from truly being extraordinary.

The road ahead was long, and he needed to keep moving forward.

Back at the dorm, Xu Lin did as Ranzhi said and posted a single Chapter on "My 26-year-old Miss Maybach," announcing that the book had been officially published by such and such publisher.

It was just a formality, and after posting, Xu Lin logged off.

What about the new piece of music he had just created?

Xu Lin opened Douyin’s backend and saw that the latest video had garnered over 63 million views in just a few hours. By tomorrow, it was very likely to surpass 100 million.

The specific data?

Likes: 1.901 million.

And the rest of the comments and collections were naturally not bad, with tens of thousands of the former and over a million of the latter.

It’s just data from a few hours.

Xu Lin still had quite the influence, with almost 30 million followers on Douyin. Even though excluding bots, the true fans wouldn’t be that many, it’s still quite significant.

So combined, this indicates that Xu Lin’s piece "Crisis Lurking" had a great response.

"Damn, Mr. Xu’s tune gives me goosebumps!"

"Staying alone at home, even with doors and windows locked, it feels like a hitman is watching me, waiting for the right moment to strike!"

"Otherwise, why name it ’Crisis Lurking’?"

"Though it might sound exaggerated, the author’s new tune really holds a lot of substance, another classic!"

"Is this purely instrumental, Lord Xu? Or will there be a new song coming out later?"

In Xu Lin’s comment section, the focus remained on discussing musical impressions, without any unrelated comments.

On a whim, Xu Lin checked the trending topics to see what was up.

After browsing, Xu Lin discovered that on the Douyin trending list, this piece ranked sixth, while on Weibo it was third overall, and first in entertainment.

The reputation of Mr. Xu still held strong!

"When the time comes, I’ll talk to the investors about taking over the soundtrack for the drama."