Chapter Twenty-Two: Life is Not a Fairy Tale

  In the dance studio, sunlight shone abundantly on me and Fang Wenke. The two of us lay quietly on the floor, thinking about the actions of the competition dance. The player beside us was softly playing the dance music.

  "How's it going? Got any ideas in mind? Is it a solo or do you need a dance partner?" Fang Wenke said, pointing to his own chest with his hand.

  "You? Forget it! You can't even breakdance! Just cheer me on and that's enough!" I said.

  "Right! Lin Yishui's head is fine now, isn't it? And what about Jiang Yun? She didn't quarrel with Lin Yishui again, did she?"

  "It's all right now, the two of them are back to normal! Just like before! But Jiang Yun seems not to be talking to me much anymore, I reckon it's because of that black umbrella!"

  "Baby, I found that the people in your dormitory are really weird!"

  "Huh? Fang Wenke! Are you indirectly saying that I'm also a freak?" I glared at Fang Wenke fiercely and threw a lightning-fast punch back at him!

  "Unbelievable! You're also a weirdo! At your age, you still don't know how to dress yourself up! How can you be a girl? The girls in your dorm are all better at dressing themselves than you!"

  "Yes! The girls in our dormitory are all quite capable of taking care of themselves. For example, take Liang Xue, she's like a pollution-free mineral water, beautiful and elegant, with a generous personality, a typical white beauty; Jiang Xiaoqiao isn't very beautiful, but has a unique temperament, a bit self-protective, likes to show off and spend money, carefree and casual, and comes from a wealthy family, considered a rich beauty; Lin Yishui is a mature punk girl, with a bit of a handsome and fake young master's personality, emotionally rich but never revealing her feelings; Jiang Yun is a typical Jiangnan water town girl, gentle in nature, small and delicate in appearance, a sweet and lovely bobbed hair girl."

  "And you? Baby, what I care about most is you. What position do you think you should be in?" Fang Wenke asked.

  "So I ask you, what am I like in your eyes?"

  "Ah... In my heart, you are a flower bud that has yet to bloom. Although you don't care about your appearance, I can sense the wildness and simplicity expressed in your eyes. You're simple, and need someone's protection, so I appeared."

  Fang Wenke's answer made me laugh heartily, I deeply know that I am not an excellent girl, no characteristics, no background, only a sense of anger and impulsiveness towards the secular world, being liked by Fang Wenke is perhaps my honor!

  But to be honest, I'm still unsure about my own positioning.

  If I were asked this question in my senior year of high school, I would definitely say: "I'm a cheerful and contented girl because I have Zhu Yang!"

  However, putting this question back now, I think my answer should have been interfered with by many more variable factors. For example, money can make people perfect, and power and money will make me swim in the future life.

  So now I seem to have undergone an irreversible change in the depths of my being, am I more inclined towards a utopia of thought or more inclined towards the colorful world brought by power and money.

  The only thing I'm clear about is that my true love was exhausted long ago in the era of Zhu Yang.

  The next rebirth of love, I don't know when it will be.

  If I were lucky enough, I would fall in love with the house in front of me, and then have both fish and bear's paw at the same time.

  But that assumption requires a premise, and that premise is: life is a fairy tale.