Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 428 My Curiosity About You Has Increased
Outside the window, the noise was deafening, but the competition was still in full swing.

Sunlight streamed down, casting elongated shadows of the trees onto the windowsill, resembling irregular black steps.

"Did you see that gesture of hers? It was like she thought she had already won."

On the second floor of the gymnasium, a girl with heavy makeup gazed at the guzheng player raising his arm and pointing his index finger, and couldn't help but comment.

Mo Yixia glanced at her indifferently. Ever since this girl came to her side, she had never thought of leaving. She had been using her clumsy acting skills to pretend to be enthusiastic. Now, she finally couldn't hold back anymore and could no longer hide the intention in her eyes.

...Although it wasn't really hidden from the beginning.

"You seem to really want to play some kind of boring game with me, like when you're complaining about other girls with your best friend."

She saw right through him, adjusted her hat brim, and then changed the subject, saying with interest, "But I must say, you've successfully piqued my curiosity."

The girl was taken aback at first, but then she stopped pretending and chuckled, "You seem so aloof and indifferent to everything. I thought you had never done anything like this before."

She did not deny Mo Yixia's guess.

If two people who have just met want to quickly find common ground, then doing something "bad" together is undoubtedly a good option.

"I definitely didn't do it."

"Then you must have very noble character," she said, half-jokingly.

"While I don't deny that, the main reason is that I don't have any friends."

Mo Yixia shook her head slightly, her tone quite frank, as if she wanted to use this to prove that she was of noble character.

"..."

No friends? Are you kidding me?
These words clearly stumped the girl, and she remained silent for a while before regaining her ability to speak: "Aren't you and her... and Guzheng friends?"

The fact that she could directly name the guzheng clearly shows that she has acknowledged her knowledge of it.

"I have already answered this question."

Mo Yixia could not possibly miss the probing in the other party's words. She said thoughtfully, "You're so determined to find out about this. It seems you were that guy's friend in the past."

The girl chuckled, not denying it, and looked around, trying to find a place to sit. In the end, she simply sat down on the steps at the back of the stairs: "Why don't you guess we're enemies?"

Without hesitation, Mo Yixia said, "That guy doesn't seem like the type to have an enemy like you."

The girl frowned slightly, feeling that there was a hint of sarcasm in those words. She wasn't sure whether they were mocking her, the guzheng, or both.

This guy is really annoying, no wonder he has no friends...

She took a deep breath: "Do you know why I'm here?"

Knowing he was the type who liked awkward silences, she didn't want to humiliate herself again, so she continued, "Because I want to see..."

"Do you want to see that guy cry his eyes out after he fails?" Mo Yixia interrupted her.

It was clearly a question, but the girl's tone was very certain, as if it were the only truth.

The girl was dumbfounded. How many times had the other person guessed her thoughts already?
"How did you know..."

"Because I had a similar plan before."

Mo Yixia interrupted her again, saying slowly, "But he gave up later."

Although being interrupted repeatedly was unpleasant, the girl was not angry at all; instead, she felt as if she had found a kindred spirit.

She was beginning to believe that the girl in front of her really wasn't Guzheng's friend.

It might even be an enemy of the guzheng.

Otherwise, why would the other party want to see Guzheng crying her eyes out?
The enemy of my enemy is my friend. "Why give up?" she couldn't help but ask.

“Because it’s meaningless.” Mo Yixia’s answer was simple.

"It makes no sense?" the girl repeated.

"Correct."

Mo Yixia nodded. "It's meaningless."

Just then, a series of exclamations suddenly rang out from outside the window. It seemed that something unexpected had happened on the playground, and the originally loud shouts came to an abrupt halt.

But she didn't even look at it, just kept her head down playing with her phone, seemingly not caring at all about what was happening outside.

In contrast, the girl was much more excited. She suddenly stood up, stared out the window for a long time, and then, as if seeing something, a satisfied smile gradually spread across her previously expressionless face, as if she had fulfilled a long-cherished wish.

"But it makes you happy, doesn't it?"

Seeing that the situation was developing in the direction she had expected, the girl clapped her hands and sat back down on the steps like a victor.

"Besides, you don't know how strong that guy's competitive spirit is, and you don't understand what it feels like to have a chance to win but have to grit your teeth and admit defeat. I know you can't empathize, but believe me, this matter is meaningful."

Her tone was complex, as if she was trying to share some kind of joy, yet also as if she was sighing, giving the impression that she was ready to tell the whole story if Mo Yixia asked.

However, Mo Yixia clearly had no intention of granting her wish, and calmly said, "I really can't empathize with others, nor do I need to empathize with anyone."

She paused, then continued, "After all, I'm different from you. If I want to win, I will never lose."

"..."

The girl fell silent again, unsure of what to say.

...Can this guy really communicate?

After a long pause, she sighed and said with a complicated expression, "Should I say you lack empathy... or should I say you're too narcissistic?"

"I know what you want to say."

Mo Yixia tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and said happily, "That is indeed the main reason why I have no friends."

The girl really didn't want to dwell on why this person's tone gave off a feeling of "not ashamed but proud," so she hesitated for a moment and asked, "Then why are you with Guzheng? As far as I know, she's never had any friends... except for a simp."

Mo Yixia raised an eyebrow

Is "simp" referring to Han Zhou?
She certainly knew about Han Zhou's high school days, knew that he had such a title, and knew the origin of the title, but the main source of information was Han Zhou's own account. Apart from that, she had not deliberately inquired about related information from others.

The girl rested her chin on her hand, her index finger gently tapping the table, as if she were pondering something.

A few seconds later, she stopped tapping and turned to look at the girl sitting on the steps.

"Congratulations, my curiosity about you has increased."

"?"

The girl stared blankly, feeling that she couldn't keep up with this strange girl's train of thought. Should she reply with "I am honored"?

Fortunately, she finally understood the meaning of those words—the other person was willing to listen to her story.

She sighed, feeling awkward and frustrated, but still spoke up.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is He Ling."

(End of this chapter)