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

Lin Shuwan loved reading, and after they got together, a large study was added to their small house, which belonged solely to Feng Yueze and Lin Shuwan.

Some of the books on the shelf were moved from the Lin family home by Lin Shuwan, while others were bought by Lin Shuwan after they got together.

Adding books one by one, they have now grown into a whole wall of books.

Most of the time, Feng Yueze would be working in the study while Lin Shuwan would be quietly reading a book, leaning against the small sofa by the window.

By the time he finished his work, she was already very sleepy and lay drowsily on the sofa. In the end, he had to carry her back to her room.

Feng Yueze tried to persuade him several times without success, so he had to hire a few more assistants and delegate the work, which did make his job much easier.

However, Lin Shuwan still retained her habit of reading in the study, and gradually, Feng Yueze also began to read in the study when he had free time.

On a winter's day, lying lazily on the sofa, sunlight streams in through the window, warming your legs and bringing comfort.

There were many books on the shelves, but they weren't arranged in any particular order. He couldn't tell what the arrangement was, but she could always find the book she wanted right away.

But it doesn't matter. If you want a book, just ask her. If you don't know what to read, just pick one up randomly, and it will be a pleasant surprise.

Feng Yueze lay on the sofa, reached out and pulled out a book. It was a bit thin, and upon looking at the cover, he realized it was a notebook.

Judging from the creases, this notebook must have been flipped through many times, but it is still very clean and flat, showing that the owner of the notebook takes good care of it.

Turning to a page, Feng Yueze saw Lin Shuwan's handwriting and raised an eyebrow in interest; it was her diary.

Logically speaking, it is wrong to read a diary without permission.

But since it's on the bookshelf, that's a different story.

Feng Yueze convinced himself and turned to the next page with a clear conscience.

Based on the dates in the diary, this is probably a diary she started writing in high school. It was written casually, sometimes continuously, sometimes with a week or a month between entries.

The number of words was also very flexible; some were written on an entire page, while others were just a sentence or two lines long.

As he turned the pages, it was as if the scenes of her high school life, which he had once missed, were unfolding before him, filled with joy and sorrow, happiness and grief.

Until I turned to one of the pages

20X7.3.24 Sunny

Today, on my way back to class after standing guard duty, I met an interesting person, a boy with purple hair. To be honest, that hair color really wasn't very flattering.

But with his face, it turned out surprisingly well.

He was late, climbed over the wall to get into the school, and probably twisted his ankle because he lost his balance. He thought it was nothing serious, since he seemed quite calm.

Unexpectedly, he calmly looked up and glanced around. I was right behind the tree, so he probably didn't see me. Once he saw that no one was around, he grimaced and limped towards the teaching building.

Seeing him like this, I felt too embarrassed to help him up. I should have noted his lateness anyway. But I decided to let it go; he twisted his ankle, so I'll just pretend I didn't see anything.

……

Feng Yueze raised an eyebrow, feeling a vague sense of familiarity, but unsure, he decided to take another look. He flipped through a few more pages and sure enough, it appeared again.

20X7.6.7 Sunny

I ran into him again. This time, his hair was dyed blue. Was he planning to dye it every color of the rainbow?

He was wearing headphones and lying on the lawn. Girls who occasionally passed by would gasp softly when they saw him, not daring to disturb him, and would only talk to each other quietly.

I overheard a bit of it; I think they said something like "melancholy prince."

But the scene from last time is still vivid in my mind. The word "melancholy" doesn't suit him at all; perhaps "vibrant" would be more appropriate.

Sure enough, Director He stormed over, saying that the school didn't allow people to trample on the lawn.

He nimbly jumped up and ran far away in no time, making a face at the director before he ran off.

It was indeed very fresh.

He's probably done a lot of these things; the headmaster knows him. He ran a few steps but couldn't catch up, muttering that he wanted to have a serious talk with his homeroom teacher.

I also heard his name, Feng Yue Ze, but I don't know which characters it is.

……

Feng Yueze chuckled. It turned out that he had no image to speak of in front of her even at this early stage.

I continued flipping through the pages, but this time I looked at them more carefully, feeling both curious and unable to contain my anticipation to see what kind of man would appear in her diary next.

20X7.11.2 Cloudy

Today, Yihan dragged me to watch her brother play basketball; he was there too.

I finally learned his name—Feng, Yue, Ze, which sounds very nice.

He's also very good at basketball.

Although I didn't quite understand it, every time I made a basket, I could hear a chorus of "wows." It's a bit funny to write it down, but being there in person, you really get caught up in it, and I couldn't help but scream and cheer along with them.

Passionate and flamboyant.

……

Feng Yueze raised an eyebrow, somewhat smug, and continued flipping through the pages.

20X8.1.2 Snow

How strange, really strange.

Even if you pass by someone you don't know, you won't remember them even if you brush past them countless times.

But once you know someone, you will unconsciously obtain information about them, what you hear and see.

Walking down the street, you can hear people talking about how he's not someone to mess with, and how he beat up the school bully from the neighboring school so badly that he ended up in the hospital.

When she returned to class, she heard Yihan arguing loudly with her classmates, saying that the boy next door had bullied others on campus and even touched girls inappropriately. Her brother encountered the situation and called him because he couldn't beat him.

During the morning meeting, you would hear him read his self-criticism and see his disdainful expression.

Even on the monthly exam results list, I could see his name next to mine. He was first in the grade, except I was in the first year of high school and he was in the second year.

I swear, I really didn't specifically look for information about him.

How come all I hear, see, and talk about all of this suddenly is him?

……

After that, she recorded more of his stories, as if the diary had become a story exclusively for her and him.

20X8.2.28 Sunny

I did something today.

I ran to where he was racing.

I'm just a little curious. My parents have gone abroad, and my sister is away on a business trip. It's so boring being home alone all by myself.

Yihan complained to me that her brother and he were secretly going racing without telling their family, and asked me to cover for them. So I went secretly and did a little bit of disguise.

I almost didn't get in; I almost went straight home.

Luckily, a kind older sister helped me get in. Thank goodness I got in.

Racing cars are really super cool.

Maybe it was the amazing atmosphere, or maybe it was his striking red hair when he got out of the car, but even now, my heart is still beating so fast, so very fast.

……

It turned out that she saw him racing on this day, but it was too dangerous for him to go there alone. What if something happened?

Feng Yueze frowned. He would have a serious talk with her later, telling her that she should want him to accompany her wherever she wanted to go in the future.