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He is Lovestruck in the Revenge

The Xie Family all studied law, possessing the fine qualities expected of a scholarly family. Xie Shang too had them: elegance, deep learning, a Fragrance Connoisseur versed in classics, also skilled in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. But he was mad, capable of reciting the scriptures while holding a Buddha statue, as well as breaking people's hand and foot bones, very gentle, yet very cruel. Xie Shang didn't become a lawyer but opened a pawnshop instead, where you could pawn anything as long as the story was compelling. One day, someone came to the pawnshop and told a story: In Fragrant City, there was a family with the surname Wen, where daughters took their mother's surname. The daughters of that family could cast spells, the kind that bewitched men, leaving their lovers either buried with them or taking vows of celibacy; in short, either dead or destined for a lonely life. Xie Shang's uncle had died in Fragrant City, which is why he accepted this particular pawning business. Bewitched, confused, thrilled, deeply in love, but love unattained, and a pain so intense it made life unbearable. — This was the script Xie Shang had prepared for the deaf boy Wen Changling. In the end, it was Xie Shang who ended up with this romance-addled script. Wen Changling: Are you surprised, Mr. Xie Shang? (This isn't a book transmigration story, it's a contemporary sweet romance. The 'script' in the book title implies deliberate plotting.)

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051: Long time no see, Xie Shang

Yan Cong was not the type to talk behind someone's back; he bluntly said while the person had barely left, "That guy from the basketball team, I've played with him, he has poor sportsmanship and doesn't deserve you."

In Yan Cong's standards, out of a hundred men, at least ninety-nine didn't deserve Wen Changling. Wen Changling was like a fairy, and ordinary mortals were not her match.

"How come you're at school?"

It had been a long time since Yan Cong attended school.

"I came to withdraw." He asked, "How much longer will you be?"

"Can't say for sure."

The physical examination was supposed to have a set schedule, but the students were dragging their feet, which could lead to delays.

Yan Cong pulled up a chair and sat down next to Wen Changling, not disturbing her any further as he buried his head in his game. He wasn't very focused on the game, occasionally looking up to glance at Wen Changling's strands of hair, zoning out, daydreaming.