Welcome to the Misogyny Game

10:00

The other party is typing.

Chuan: "I didn't say anything strange last night, did I?"

10:10

Chuan: "Did I really say something strange? Don't take it to heart."

10:20

Chuan: "I'm sorry, please don't be angry."

10:30

Chuan: "I'm sorry."

……

At 11:10, Liu Chaoque rubbed his throbbing temples, turned on his phone, and immediately saw dozens of messages on the quick access screen.

"Wangchuan? Why is he sending me so many messages?" She unlocked her phone, opened the WeChat interface, and saw many apologies. What did he do?

The room was dark, and Xu Wangchuan didn't turn on the light. He sat on the chair with his face covered, like a dark little mushroom. Countless times he had stopped thinking about going back in time and giving his past self, who couldn't keep a secret when he was drunk, a good slap in the face.

Ding! The phone screen on the table lit up, illuminating his somewhat pale face. He wanted to pick up the phone, but nervously tried the unlock code several times.

He finally steadied his trembling fingers and opened his phone after almost locking it in. He had mentally prepared himself before opening WeChat.

11:11

Xiaoxiao: "? I just woke up. Wangchuan, what's wrong with you? Why are you sending me so many apologies?"

So she had just woken up. It wasn't that she was ignoring him. He was actually a little relieved that his despicable thoughts hadn't been made public.

11:15

Chuan: "It's okay. Did you sleep well last night?"

Xiaoxiao: "Don't say anymore. I probably got home late at night. I slept for a really long time, and my head is a little sore. By the way, the police officer took you home yesterday. Remember to thank him."

Sichuan:"?"

Xu Wangchuan was completely bewildered. He started to have wild thoughts. Could it be that he not only confessed his feelings but also acted like a hooligan, forcing Xiaoxiao to use the police to take him home?

Uh, that's not logical. If he really did that, he probably would have felt unwell this morning.

11:18

Seeing that the other person was typing, Liu Chaoque typed out this sentence as if by telepathy.

Xiaoxiao: "No, you don't think I've done something bad, do you?"

Chuan: "Isn't...it true?"

Xiaoxiao: A voice message. (Hahahahahaha)

I almost laughed so hard I sounded like a goose.

Sichuan:……

Xiaoxiao: No, who told you that coming to the police means you've committed a crime? I did a good deed and even got a bonus.

What good news? He even received a bonus! Xu Wangchuan suddenly remembered something.

Chuan: "Are you alright?"

Xiaoxiao: "I'm fine, I'm eating well, but those prisoners aren't having a good time. But don't worry, they didn't lay a finger on me before I beat them to a pulp."

Xiaoxiao: "Pictures, pictures..."

Liu Chaoque posted more than a dozen pictures in a row, mostly showing those burly men, from their initial arrogance to their later kneeling and begging for mercy. Judging from the time it was taken, five minutes had passed.

Well... there seems to be a strange photo mixed in.

Chuan: "Is...this me?"

In the photo, Xu Wangchuan is leaning against Liu Chaoque. The environment where the photo was taken is quite bright, and it looks like he is sitting on a bench.

Xiaoxiao retracted a message.

Xiaoxiao: "Oops, oops, haha. This was taken at the police station. When I was giving my statement, you were clinging to me and wouldn't let go. The policewoman thought it was funny and took a picture. Just pretend you didn't see it."

Chuan: "Okay." He'll just pretend he didn't see it.

Xiaoxiao: "But if you want to see it, I have a video..."

Sichuan:"!"

Xu Wangchuan felt like he was going to die a second time. Fortunately, Liu Chaoque didn't know his feelings, but unfortunately, it would have been better to confess in the street.

Looking at my own childish self, I've ruined all the face I've saved this year.

Liu Chaoque noticed that he suddenly stopped replying to her messages. She looked at the video she had posted and wondered what was wrong with it. Was he just shy?

She was typing on her phone.

Chaochao Mumu: "No, Wangchuan, what's wrong with that? You're so cute, and it even showed me another side of you."

Morning and Evening: Look, these are the magnolia leaves you gave me. I've kept them safe. (Picture)

Morning and evening: Anyway, it's just the two of us on the street, so you don't need to be afraid.

Wangchuan is being typed.

Wang Chuan: "Xiao Xiao, I need some peace and quiet."

.........

Even now, looking at his conversation with Xu Wangchuan, is he still not recovered?

She glanced at Mu Li, who was engrossed in watching her phone, and tentatively said, "I have a friend."

"If that friend is actually you, you can just say so. I won't laugh at you," Mu Li said without looking up from the novel on her phone.

"I'll get carsick sooner or later!" Liu Chaoque said. "No, he really is my friend."

"Oh." He finally looked up, his face full of gossip: "Which friend, is it San San, Pi Pi, or that Cheng Cheng?"

"Uh." It had been a long time since she had heard the word "city," and Liu Chaoque had almost forgotten that she had also added a photographer.

She opened WeChat, and the chat interface was still showing Biancheng saying that he had to be busy for a while to attend a photography master's event. He shared beautiful photos every day, but the times were mostly mysterious, probably because he was abroad attending an event.

Her replies have almost become automated replies, usually just things like "So pretty," "Beautiful," "Wow," and "Where was this taken?" Sometimes he'd reply with a few words when he had a spare moment, and sometimes he wouldn't send a lot of messages until the next day.

Until now, she's become that missing person. Lately, so much has happened that I've almost forgotten about him.

However, it seems that Biancheng didn't send any messages while she wasn't replying. Maybe he forgot about her. After all, a great photographer should have many friends. It's a kind of favor to take some time for himself.

Why does it feel like a lonely, resentful woman in her boudoir, self-pitying? But these two meetings always seem to have some unexpected events, Liu Chaoque thought, actually it's better to have less contact.