Soul Patch

Chapter 267 Saving Yang Shanshan
After Andy finished speaking, the room fell silent once again.

She sobbed a few times, then asked in a hoarse voice, "Wenjie, do you have a crush on that girl named Yang Shanshan?"

Women are just emotional; when things happen, they think about feelings and love… Ah Wen rubbed his face, and with his straightforward, rational mind, after processing the information he had just received, he said confidently:
"Those three words, along with the previous diary entries, were not written by the same person."

It's obvious that the handwriting is different.

Andy gasped upon hearing this, staring at Awen in shock as the three words that had just vanished flashed through her mind...

He snatched the notebook from Wenjie's hand, flipped through it rapidly to compare it with the previous pages, and exclaimed in amazement as he did so:
"Oh...yes, the handwriting is different!"

Awen smiled smugly and looked at Wenjie, thinking that Wenjie would affirm his valuable discovery.

Unexpectedly, Wenjie's Adam's apple bobbed, and he squeezed out a sentence: I wrote them all!

"what?"

"It shouldn't be!"

Both of them expressed disbelief.

Wenjie emphasized, repeating, "I wrote them all; I practiced calligraphy afterward."

Andy pondered for a moment, then seemed to understand: "You mean, the three words 'Yang Shanshan' that you recently wrote in this notebook?"

Wenjie paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"What does shaking your head mean? Have you never written it before or...?" Awen pressed.

“I haven’t written it…” Wenjie pondered for a moment and added, “I may have written it, but I’ve forgotten that I did. In short, I have absolutely no recollection of those three words.”

Andy's pupils suddenly contracted sharply, and he said in horror, "Wenjie, don't focus your attention on Yang Shanshan, otherwise the next system mission might target her. You don't want anything to happen to her, right?"

This was exactly what Wenjie was thinking about. Since he had written the words himself, his intention was clear: he wanted to steer his thoughts toward Yang Shanshan.

It's possible that Yang Shanshan is about to get into trouble, or that she has already gotten into trouble... Her life trajectory needs to be corrected.

Thinking of this, Wenjie glanced at Andy and asked, seemingly unrelated, "What did you say?"

Ah Wen snorted, a hint of disdain in his voice, and said, "Andy is saying you shouldn't be so focused on thinking about your goddess..."

Wenjie waved his hand, not even looking at Awen, and said, "Andy, I'm asking what you said when you came in. Repeat it?"

Andy was taken aback by this question, and she looked at Awen.

Is it about An Ran, about the notebook, about completing the mission with Tie Hanhan? That's a long story...

Awen suddenly realized something. He snatched the notebook from Andy's hand, went to the window, flipped to the first page, and tilted his head towards the sunlight to begin studying it.

Oh, Andy finally remembered.

When I first stepped into the room, I saw Wenjie looking at the words on the title page. He said, "Turn it over and see, the words might be reversed."

He owes this realization to the boy who gave him a love letter in junior high school.

That was the first love letter she ever received; the crooked handwriting looked awkward no matter how she looked at it.

She accidentally saw the reflection of the note in the mirror and realized that the boy had written it backwards because he was afraid that his classmates or teachers would find it.

"Is it written that we need to save Yang Shanshan quickly?" Wenjie glanced at Awen and asked indifferently.

When Andy walked in and said those words, before he could even verify them, a knife was already at his neck.

Now that the hostage situation was resolved, he recalled that strange line of words in his mind. If viewed from the opposite perspective... it meant to save Yang Shanshan.

Awen did not answer Wenjie.

This made Wenjie a little impatient. He walked over and shrugged at Awen. Awen was obviously a little unwilling, but still handed the notebook to him.

Wenjie looked at the sticker with Kim Hee-sun on his desk and aligned one corner of his notebook with the same corner of the sticker.

There was nothing on the notebook's title page, where I should have signed my name.

Wenjie looked up at the window that Awen had opened, seemed to understand something, and leaned over to close the window.

Then something magical happened: a line of text cast by light appeared in the lower right corner of the title page.

It was right after his signature.

Wenjie slightly turned the title page, tilted his head, and looked at the line of text on the back of the paper:

Jewen, hurry and save Yang Shanshan!

Looking at the line of golden text, Awen quickly analyzed the phenomenon using his physics knowledge as a science student.

He touched something near the window, and his hand got covered in silver powder.

The text on the title page, illuminated by a golden light, had been partially erased.

Awen waved his hand excitedly: "Ha, I got it!"

He was met with silence and the sound of the door slamming shut.

"Hey..." Ah Wen turned around urgently and ran towards the door: "Wait for me!"

……

Xiao Wang noticed two people following behind Xiao Wen and looked at him with a questioning gaze, as if asking, "Are they with me too?"

Wenjie ignored him and said urgently, "Drive! To the place we went to at noon last time!"

Xiao Wang paused for a moment, then seriously considered which noon "last time" he meant.

To be a professional driver, you don't need to be a superb driver, but you must be quick-witted and able to read people's expressions.

Soon, Xiao Wang remembered that noon that always saddened Xiao Wen.

Xiaowen always said she was coming to see someone, and she would run over excitedly, only to turn back with a deathly pale face.

"The Second Precinct, right?" Xiao Wang asked cautiously.

Seeing that Xiaowen kept her eyes closed and leaned against the car window, she didn't respond to his words at all.

That meant there were no objections, and he felt relieved, quickly starting the car.

The car glided into the traffic with a buzzing sound, overtaking other vehicles back and forth...

Xiao Wang could tell that the reason they weren't talking to him was because they were afraid of getting distracted and slowing down the car... They were in a hurry.

As Wenjie watched the vehicles rapidly reversing in the adjacent lane, his anxiety seemed to ease.

He turned around, looked at the two people who had squeezed in from the back, and said coldly, "You followed me without a car? You came by subway?"

Andy and Awen exchanged an awkward glance and gave each other a sheepish smile.

As a straight man with a strong gun, Awen couldn't stand such blatant mockery. He glanced sideways at Wenjie in the front row and said, "So what if we hitch a ride? It's still better than your damn memory."

Seeing that he didn't understand, Wenjie didn't bother to explain.

They probably haven't experienced anything like this before: their future selves returning to the present to leave clues.

Thinking of this, Wenjie's pupils contracted slightly as he pondered to himself:

As patch carriers, they can use the system to travel between different points in time.

However, upon exiting the system, all traces except for the actions that corrected the course of one's life were erased by the system.

But I can't.

(End of this chapter)