The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

The following is the author's rambling. If you don't want to read it, you can skip to the dividing line~

My dears, this novel is about to be finished. I have thought about the last world before the end for a long time. After careful consideration, I changed the original story line.

If you have already read the previous chapter, you can go back and read it again, because all the content has been changed. Thank you for your patience.

To all my friends who have accompanied me here, I sincerely thank you.

I have written nearly 100 million words in bits and pieces. There have been times of confusion and interruptions, but I have finally reached the end. Thank you again for your company.

This novel is finished, and the next one is "Quickly Travel to Conquer the Male Protagonist, and the Older Female Supporting Character Gets Pregnant Continuously", which has also reached 50 words. You can eat it with confidence if you have more in stock.

After the sequel is finished, I will come back here to start a new book~

Without further ado, let's get on with the main text. Thank you for reading my ramblings~

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The tone of this question made Wenrou tremble all over. In the second world, Chu Mo found that she also spoke in a low voice after being injured.

She shook her head, but tears flowed uncontrollably, hitting the tissue in her hand, leaving a dark mark of water.

"Brother Che, Director Li..." The bespectacled stagehand poked his head in for the third time and suddenly fell silent after seeing the atmosphere in the room.

Shen Che's eyes never left Wenrou's face.

He slowly pulled a business card from his suit pocket, his slender fingers glistening coldly in the light. He held it out with a certain hesitation, as if performing some kind of ritual.

"If you have time..." his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, "you can come to the piano recital next week."

Wenrou deliberately avoided his gaze when she took the dark blue business card.

She didn't dare look into his eyes - she was afraid of seeing a completely unfamiliar alienation in them, and even more afraid of seeing a familiar tenderness and finding herself being self-indulgent again.

The edge of the business card was embossed with delicate star and moon patterns, and it felt slightly bumpy to the touch, just like... just like the carvings on the jade pendant that Chu Mo once gave her.

"Let's go!" Lin Xiaoyu grabbed her wrist and dragged her out. "If you dawdle any longer, my cousin will deduct my pocket money!"

As she was being pulled out, Wenrou couldn't help but look back.

Shen Che still stood there without moving. The warm yellow ceiling light gave his outline a golden edge, casting a slender shadow on the floor.

The interweaving of light and shadow at that moment made his figure perfectly overlap with the Chu Mo standing under the peach tree with fluttering clothes in the depths of her memory.

The cold air in the corridor suddenly increased, and Wenrou shivered, only then realizing that her back was soaked.

In the lounge, Shen Che stared at his slightly trembling right hand, his brows furrowed. The assistant asked in confusion, "Brother Che, what's wrong?"

“I don’t know…” he said softly, “I just suddenly felt like I’d forgotten something very important.”

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When Wenrou returned home, the rain outside the window had stopped, but the air was still filled with a damp smell.

She mechanically took off her coat and hung it in the hallway, but found that her fingers were still shaking slightly uncontrollably.

She had held the dark blue business card in her hand for so long that tiny wrinkles appeared on the edges, and the gold-plated star and moon patterns became a little blurred.

In the bathroom, she turned on the faucet as high as possible.

The warm water washed over her cold fingertips. The eyes of herself in the mirror were red, and the mascara was smudged, forming a gray-black shadow on her lower eyelid.

She suddenly pinched the inside of her left arm hard—the clear pain and the white fingerprints proved that this was not a dream. She repeated this action three times until the skin showed obvious red marks.

"Ding—" The phone's notification sound was particularly piercing in the silent apartment. It was a message from Lin Xiaoyu: "What's wrong with you tonight? Were you crying with excitement after seeing your idol? Followed by three laughing and crying emojis."

Wenrou stared at the glowing screen, her fingers hovering above the virtual keyboard, reluctant to put them down.

How should I respond? Say she might know the star on stage? That they once loved each other in different worlds?

Even she herself felt that these words were absurd. In the end, she only replied with a simple "hmm" and quickly put the phone upside down on the coffee table.

At three o'clock in the morning, she was still tossing and turning.

The sleeping pills her psychiatrist prescribed sat on the bedside table, but she stubbornly refused to touch them. Moonlight streamed through the gauze curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor. Suddenly, those dappled shadows seemed to form three words: Go find him.

The next day, Wenrou walked into the psychological clinic with dark circles under her eyes.

"So you think this singer is a reflection of your dream character?" Dr. Chen pushed his glasses up and tapped his pen lightly on the medical record. "From a professional perspective, this kind of 'déjà vu' is very common."

"But those details..." Wenrou clenched the pillow in her hand, "the scars on his body, his little movements, even the tone of his voice..."

"The human brain is amazing," Dr. Chen interrupted gently. "Especially for someone with creative talent like you, it's easier for you to piece together scattered information into a complete story."

She closed the medical record. "Since you care so much, why not go to his piano recital? Sometimes facing your doubts is the best solution."

When she walked out of the clinic, Wenrou saw the latest issue of Entertainment Weekly at a roadside newsstand.

On the cover, Shen Che is wearing a black tuxedo and sitting in front of a grand piano, and the title reads "Genius Musician Shen Che: My Inspiration Comes from Dreams."

Her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

On the day of the recital, Wenrou arrived at the concert hall two hours early.

She chose an inconspicuous corner seat, but her palms were still sweating with nervousness.

When the lights dimmed and the whole place was silent, she could even hear her own rapid heartbeat.

The moment Shen Che appeared in the center of the stage, Wenrou subconsciously held her breath.

He was wearing a formal black tuxedo today, which made his skin look even colder and paler.

There were no gorgeous lights, no noisy accompaniment, only a spotlight quietly covering him and the Steinway piano.

The moment Shen Che's slender fingers landed on the piano keys, Wenrou felt dizzy.

The first note is like a drop of water falling into the lake of the heart, stirring up countless ripples of memories.

Those scenes that the doctor diagnosed as "dreams" suddenly became extremely real - Chu Mo playing the piano under the peach tree, his profile teaching her to read music in the bamboo forest, and his gentle eyes when he played for her under the starry sky.

The sound of the piano poured out like flowing water. Wenrou bit her lower lip tightly, but still couldn't stop the tears from flowing out.

Hot tears rolled down her cheeks, gathering into a small puddle at her chin. She didn't dare raise her hand to wipe them away, fearing she would miss a single note.

Just as the music reached its most moving passage, Shen Che on the stage suddenly looked up. His gaze passed through the dimly lit auditorium and accurately locked onto an inconspicuous corner of the second-floor stands.

Wenrou trembled all over - those amber eyes shone with a golden glow under the stage lights, exactly the same as the way she remembered Chu Mo used his spiritual power.

The moment their eyes met, the tone of the piano subtly changed.

Shen Che's fingertips lightly turned on the keys, changing the rhythm imperceptibly and playing an impromptu performance.

The gentle tears flowed even more violently.

She subconsciously grabbed the fabric on her chest, as if this could ease the stabbing pain in her heart.

The audience around them seemed to have disappeared, and only the two of them were left in the huge concert hall, staring at each other silently across time, space and memories.

When the last note fell, thunderous applause broke out.

Wenrou seemed to have lost all her strength and she slumped in her seat, unable to move.

Tears blurred her vision, and she could only see the blurry figure on the stage bowing and then disappearing into the shadow of the side curtain.

The crowd gradually dispersed and the concert hall returned to silence.

Wenrou remained seated, her clothes wet with tears. She didn't know what she was waiting for—a miracle? A proof? Or was it simply because her legs had lost the courage to stand?

“It’s you.”

A heartbreakingly familiar voice suddenly sounded beside me.

Wenrou suddenly looked up and saw that Shen Che had been standing in front of her with a dark blue handkerchief in his hand.

He changed out of the tuxedo he wore for the performance and wore only a simple white shirt and black trousers.

"Thank you for coming." His voice was soft, so gentle that it broke Wen Rou's heart. "But if you cry every time, I will be very distressed."

Wenrou stared blankly at the handkerchief he handed her. All her rationality and doubts collapsed at this moment.

Shen Che was visibly stunned when he saw her crying even harder. He hesitated for a moment, then knelt down to look her in the eye. "Why are you crying?"

This posture shrouded him in a gentle, hazy vision. She noticed that the strands of hair on his forehead were slightly damp with sweat, his eyelashes cast fine shadows under the light, and his amber eyes shone with a familiar radiance in the dim light.

In this hazy state, Shen Che's outline became blurry yet familiar.

Wenrou vaguely saw him wearing that moon-white gown, with a jade hairpin in his hair, just like when they first met. Memory and reality overlapped at this moment, making it hard for her to tell which day it was.

"I..." Wenrou opened her mouth, her voice choked and out of tune.

She wanted to say, "I know you," "I've been waiting for you for a long time," but when the words reached her lips, they turned into, "Your piano playing... is beautiful."

Shen Che's gaze fell on her face again, with a bit of confusion and exploration.

His slender fingers unconsciously stroked the cuffs of his suit, which was a small gesture Chu Mo made when thinking. "You..." He paused, "Have we met somewhere before?"

At this moment, a staff member called out from the backstage: "Teacher Shen! The media interview is about to begin!"

Shen Che hesitated for a moment, but finally stood up. But before leaving, he looked at Wenrou and whispered, "I hope that the next time I see you, I can see you smile."

Wenrou was stunned for a moment, and forced a smile into her lips, but it looked uglier than crying.

She could only say "hmm" softly and watch his back disappear at the end of the corridor.

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After that day, Wenrou made a decision. She began to collect every album of Shen Che and pay attention to every performance of his.

From the initial small concert hall to the later stadium with a capacity of 10,000 people, she always bought a seat in the corner and listened to every performance quietly.

Gradually, she learned to smile in the crowd. When Shen Che played the piano, she would gently sway to the melody; when he took his bow, she would applaud enthusiastically like the other fans. Those dreamlike memories were carefully stored away, as if they were truly just a fan's obsession with their idol.

Three months later, Wenrou sat in a coffee shop, mechanically stirring her now-cold latte. Lin Xiaoyu rushed in and slammed a copy of Entertainment Weekly on the table.

"Big news! My brother Che is going to be on 'Heart Frequency'!" Lin Xiaoyu excitedly pointed at the cover, "It's that super popular dating variety show!"

Her gentle fingers trembled, and the spoon hit the wall of the cup with a "ding". On the cover, Shen Che was dressed in a neat suit, and beside him stood the popular actress Su Yuan. The image of the two smiling at each other made her eyes hurt.

"Would you like to come visit the set together?" Lin Xiaoyu blinked mysteriously. "I have an insider pass."

Wenrou subconsciously wanted to refuse, but she heard herself say, "Okay."

The recording site is located in a European-style manor in the suburbs.

Wenrou, wearing a baseball cap and a mask, blended in with the crew. She watched Shen Che and Su Yuan complete various interactive tasks arranged by the production team in the rose garden—sharing an umbrella, feeding each other, and even the classic "wall-dong" segment.

Every touch, every glance, was like a knife piercing her heart. What made her most upset was that Shen Che looked at Su Yuan with a tenderness that she was familiar with.

"Cut! This one passed!" the director shouted. "Teacher Shen, that look in your eyes just now was so perfect. It was like you were really in love!"

Shen Che smiled politely, his eyes casually swept across the crowd, and suddenly paused for a second at the place where Wenrou was.

Wenrou hurriedly lowered her head, but heard him say to the staff: "Take a ten-minute break."

She ran to the bathroom as if to escape, and splashed cold water on her burning cheeks. In the mirror, her eyes were red, and she looked like a ridiculous loser.

"Are you okay?" Lin Xiaoyu followed in and handed over a tissue.

"I'm fine." Wenrou forced a smile. "They're a good match, aren't they?"