Quick Transmigration: The Female Supporting Character's Counterattack, A Guide to Cunning Strat

Pancake Dog: "Brother, I need your help!"

Lu Yan, who had just finished showering, walked out of the bathroom drying his hair, which was still dripping wet.

Upon seeing Zhou Yan's latest message, he casually draped a towel over his shoulder and replied with one hand.

LY: "?"

Pancake Dog: "Well, in a couple of days it'll be my 200th day anniversary with Su Qiao, and I was thinking of giving her a gift."

Pancake Dog: "But the lipstick I gave you last time, she said the color was too corny."

Pancake Dog: "The bracelet I gave her the time before last was endorsed by her favorite celebrity's rival."

Pancake Dog: "And the preserved flowers I gave you the time before last, she said they looked like offerings... (crying) Bro, I really don't know what to give anymore, help me!"

LY: "If you give her a gift, how can I help you?"

He went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water.

Pancake Dog: "Hey, isn't it because your girlfriend and my girlfriend are best friends? Can you ask her for me what Su Qiao likes lately? I want to cater to her tastes (clasps hands in greeting) (clasps hands in greeting) (clasps hands in greeting)."

LY: "..."

Pancake Dog: "(Frantically kowtowing.gif)"

Pancake Dog: "(Poor thing.jpg)"

Pancake Dog: "(Hugging a leg.jpg)"

Looking at the messages flooding the screen, Lu Yan rubbed his temples and finally typed a single word.

LY: "Okay."

Pancake Dog: "My good brother!!! You're like a second parent to me. I'll definitely help you next time I need it!"

LY: "No need."

Pancake Dog: "Don't mention it, let's help each other out (shakes hands)."

Just as Lu Yan was about to put down his phone, Zhou Yan's next message made him pause.

Pancake Dog: "By the way, I heard that Jiang is planning to study abroad? Does that mean you two will be in a long-distance relationship?"

LY: "Studying abroad?"

The other person seemed to realize they might have let something slip, and the message "The other party is typing..." flashed at the top of the chat box for a while.

Pancake Dog: "Ah... maybe I misheard? (awkwardly scratching his head.jpg)"

Lu Yan looked at the message, remained silent for a moment, and then tapped the screen with his fingertip: Okay, I understand.

He put down his phone, picked up his cup, leaned against the bar, and unconsciously stared at the glimmer of light outside the window.

I was planning to ask Jiang Shuwan again tomorrow if anything had happened recently, but I didn't expect the answer to come so suddenly.

He was surprised to learn this news and didn't know how he felt.

Lu Yan rubbed his nose, picked up his phone and opened Jiang Shuwan's chat window. Just as he was about to type, he saw "The other party is typing..." displayed at the top of her chat window.

Unfortunately, after waiting for a long time, the other side still hadn't edited out a single sentence.

For some reason, the pent-up frustration he had felt earlier dissipated. He put down his cup, got up, and walked outside, while quickly tapping a few words on the screen.

LY: "What, are you writing your essay here?"

It was "typing..." again, but finally a message arrived.

Evening Breeze (/w＼): "Lu Yan, can I come find you now?"

Lu Yan's message was sent at almost the same time.

LY: "Open the door."

Upon seeing the message, Jiang Shuwan, who was lying in bed, suddenly got up and rushed to the door without even putting on a coat.

The door opened, and Lu Yan was already there.

Upon seeing her, Lu Yan smiled and shook his phone, half-jokingly saying, "I feel like you might not finish this essay anytime soon, so I'll come and listen to it myself."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Jiang Shuwan threw herself into his arms, calling out somewhat aggrievedly, "Lu Yan."

"What's wrong? Can't you write your essay? Are you feeling down?" Lu Yan hugged her, gently stroking her head, and asked in a relaxed tone.

Jiang Shuwan buried herself in his arms, her voice muffled: "You know, don't you?"

"What do you know?" Lu Yan asked, not in anger, nor in his usual joking tone. His voice was soft but carried a hint of encouragement. "I want to hear what you have to say, okay?"

Jiang Shuwan tightened her grip on his arm, and the air suddenly fell silent.

Lu Yan didn't urge her, but just held her and said, "Do you remember what I said at dinner? If anything happens, you have to tell me, and we can solve it together."

"Lu Yan..." Jiang Shuwan called his name again, softly, with a slightly hoarse tone, "I don't want to be separated from you."

“We won’t be separated,” Lu Yan replied.

Although the weather is warming up, the nights still have a slight chill in them.

A gust of wind blew through the hallway, causing Jiang Shuwan, who was only wearing a thin nightgown, to shiver.

Lu Yan had no choice but to pick up the person who was still burying their head in his arms like an ostrich and said, "Let's go inside and talk."

The person who was still pretending to be an ostrich was forced out of the "sand" and back into the warm bed, with a cup of freshly poured warm water handed to them.

Lu Yan sat calmly on the chair next to the bed and said, "Alright, now you can start reading your little essay."

"How can you just barge in like that?" Jiang Shuwan muttered a complaint.

"Doesn't someone come and go in every day?" Lu Yan raised an eyebrow.

Jiang Shuwan glared at him, but after his outburst, the words she had been hesitant to say earlier came out easily: "I want to study abroad."

"Hmm, have you chosen a school yet?" Lu Yan asked naturally.

"The Academy of Fine Arts in Florence." Jiang Shuwan nervously clutched the blanket.

Lu Yan said, "The birthplace of the Renaissance and the mother of art academies worldwide is indeed a good fit for you. How's your Italian learning going?"

"It's alright, I passed B2, I should have no problem with normal communication," Jiang Shuwan said.

“Okay.” Lu Yan nodded. “I don’t know much about this. Does your major require you to prepare your own art portfolio? And letters of recommendation? Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Everything is ready.” Jiang Shuwan looked up at him, her lips moving slightly. “Lu Yan, I’m sorry.”

“You really should apologize,” Lu Yan said seriously, but his eyes held no blame, only a hint of deliberate grievance. “I actually found out about my girlfriend’s plans to study abroad from someone else. It’s really embarrassing.”

“However…” he immediately added, his tone softening, “I also want to apologize to you. I haven’t paid enough attention to you. I should have realized it sooner.”

He reached out and gently brushed the stray hairs from her forehead: "You must have been thinking about this for a long time, right? I'm sorry to have left you to bear this dilemma alone."

"Lu Yan." Jiang Shuwan threw herself into his arms again, her voice trembling with grievance and tears. "Don't you think I'm selfish? You thought of me when you were considering the future, but I still decided to study abroad."

"Jiang Shuwan," Lu Yan said helplessly, "Are you an idiot?"