After the SATs, my childhood sweetheart confessed his love to me. Just as I was about to say yes, I received a text from my 25-year-old self. [Don't say yes! He only wants to sleep with you; he doesn't want a relationship!] [Look at Liam. He's your future husband.] [His lock screen is you, the tattoo over his heart is you... even the hair tie on his wrist is the one you dropped!] I was stunned and turned to look at the school bully in the corner, whose eyes were red. He looked away awkwardly, "What are you looking at? It's not like he's confessing to me." 1 After submitting our college applications, Ryan invited me to a graduation party. I stood at the door of the private room, hand on the handle, my heart pounding so fast it felt like it would burst out of my chest. Through the crack in the door. I saw him standing in the center of the crowd, holding a huge bouquet of roses, looking a little nervous. The classmates around him were laughing and cheering. "With our school heartthrob Ryan making a move, is there anything he can't get?" "Wendy has been following you for three years anyway. You couldn't chase her away if you tried." "If you ask me, you just need to crook your finger and she'll come obediently. No need to buy flowers." "Even if it's a weed from the roadside, as long as you give it to her, Wendy will treasure it." My breath hitched, and my heart felt like it was gently pricked by something. Yes, I have liked Ryan for three years. He and I are neighbors and childhood friends. But I only realized my budding feelings for him in freshman year of high school. In those three years, I followed him. Watching him play basketball, bringing him water and breakfast, taking notes for him. He was gentle to me too, patiently explaining problems to me. Giving me his umbrella on rainy days, even carrying me to the nurse's office when I had cramps. I always thought he liked me. But it turns out in others' eyes, I'm just someone who comes obediently at the crook of a finger? I bit my lip, suppressing the bitterness in my heart. Don't overthink it. What others think is their business. As long as Ryan has me in his heart, that's enough. Ryan is so good, and so many girls like him. It's already my luck that he's willing to confess to me. I calmed myself down and was about to push the door open. My phone suddenly vibrated in my hand. I looked down instinctively, and a text from an unknown number popped up on the screen. I clicked it open. [Don't go in.] [I am you from age 25.] I froze. Immediately after, a second message came. [Ryan made a bet with his friends to sleep with you within three days. The stakes are a pair of limited-edition sneakers.] [He doesn't want a relationship!] [Otherwise, ask him which college he put on his application?] I stood there rigid. [He agreed with Chloe to apply to A University together.] A University? But Ryan clearly told me we would apply to C University together because he wanted to be with me always. I stared at the screen, my brain buzzing. Chloe transferred here in the second semester of sophomore year. Wealthy family, outstanding temperament. She became the focus of the whole school as soon as she arrived. She once brought water to Ryan on the basketball court. But he politely declined. I was secretly happy for a long time. But it turns out they have been in contact privately? From the private room, Ryan's voice came with a smile. "Alright, stop teasing. When Wendy comes later, play along." "Don't worry, she'll definitely say yes. I know her too well." My heart felt like it was stabbed, painful enough to turn my face pale. So, his gentle smile, considerate actions, and even the promised future. Were all just a gamble? Or, I was just a seasoning in his bland life. My future self was afraid I wouldn't believe it and encouraged me to go in and verify it myself. [If you don't believe me, go in and verify it yourself.] [Some people need to see it with their own eyes to know if it's worth it.] [I know you are the type who won't turn back until you hit a wall, because I am you.] I pushed open the door of the private room abruptly. The noise stopped abruptly. Everyone's eyes turned to me in unison. Ryan was slightly stunned, then smiled. 2 "Wendy, you're here." He walked towards me holding the roses. I took a step back. "Ryan, which college did you apply to?" I stared at his face, trying to find a trace of guilt. His smile froze on his face. A few seconds later, Ryan coughed lightly. "C University, of course. Didn't we agree on it?" His eyes were dodging. "Do you dare to log into the portal now and show me your application?" Ryan's face changed. The surrounding classmates looked at each other, some whispering. "What's going on?" He forced a smile. "Wendy, what's wrong with you? Why ask this suddenly?" "When we filled out the applications, didn't we do it together? You know I filled in C University." I took out my phone directly, opened the application portal, and handed it to him. "Then log in now." Ryan's expression collapsed completely, with a bit of anger from embarrassment. "Wendy! Are you crazy? So many people are here!" "If you want to see, I can show you later." My heart sank to the bottom. My phone vibrated in my palm. I opened it and saw new message content. [Or, you can look at Liam. He is your future husband.] [His phone lock screen is you, the tattoo on his chest is you, even the hair tie on his wrist is the one you dropped!] I subconsciously looked at Liam in the corner. He was leaning lazily on the sofa. The black T-shirt made his skin look white as snow, and the black hair tie on his wrist was particularly conspicuous. My heart skipped a beat. Liam seemed to notice my gaze, looked up slightly, his red eyes meeting mine directly. Looking a bit aggrieved. For a moment, I was inexplicably flustered and quickly looked away. The atmosphere in the private room solidified. Ryan stood there with an ugly expression, the roses hanging by his side. "Wendy." He tried to explain. "I can explain the application." Me: "You changed your application." "Because of the agreement with Chloe?" Ryan's pupils shrank. "How did you know?" I didn't know. If I hadn't received that text message, I would still be foolishly fantasizing about life in college with him. Now, I just felt my heart aching and sour. The surrounding classmates looked like they wanted to gossip but didn't know where to start. "Wendy, could it be a misunderstanding?" "We all saw how good Ryan is to you." "Yeah, yeah! As for Chloe, Ryan has never been close to her. He confessed today knowing you don't like Chloe, so he specifically forbade her from coming." Was there really no contact? I asked out loud: "Do you dare to call her in front of me and prove it?" Ryan sneered. "Wendy, you're not even my girlfriend yet. This jealous face is too ugly." "I just lost a bet with Chloe, so I accepted the loss and applied to A University. It wasn't entirely for her." Another bet. He bet on me and also bet on his own future. In the corner, Liam stood up. His height advantage of 6'2" instantly made him the focus of the audience. He walked slowly to my side, his gaze sweeping over the roses in Ryan's hand with disdain. "That's it?" Ryan's face was livid. "Liam, what business is it of yours?" Liam ignored him but turned to me, meeting my eyes. 3 "Wendy, you have bad taste." I was stunned. "Want to reconsider me?" The whole private room was instantly terrifyingly quiet. The air seemed to freeze. Someone gasped, gossiping excitedly. "Doesn't Liam hate girls getting close the most? Last time a girl gave him a love letter, he threw it in the trash without even looking." "I also heard his reason for rejecting the class beauty was... he doesn't like girls!" "That's not disliking girls, that's disliking girls other than Wendy, right?" My mind went blank, my eyes involuntarily falling on his wrist. Liam seemed to notice my gaze, subconsciously covering the black hair tie with his other hand, but his ears turned red quietly. Ryan rushed over and grabbed my wrist. "Wendy, don't listen to his nonsense! You should know how I treat you. Chloe said you girls like roses the most." That must be what Chloe likes. I never liked roses, but red lilies. Once when passing a flower shop with him after school, I pointed at the red lilies inside and deliberately said. "The language of red lilies is passionate love." It seems he forgot. If he really wanted to confess, how could he not put any heart into it? "Let go." Liam's voice was cold, his eyes becoming dangerous. Ryan was shaken by his aura, and the force on his hand loosened unconsciously. He took the opportunity to pull me behind him, blocking me. The private room was in chaos. "Wendy doesn't like roses. Just because others like them, must she like them too?" Ryan suddenly threw the roses hard on the ground, raging. "Wendy! You choose him?" "Have you forgotten everything between us in the past three years?" "Who gave you an umbrella on rainy days? Who carried you to the nurse's office when your stomach hurt? Who comforted you when you failed an exam?" Every sentence stabbed me like a knife, making me bleed. Those memories were real. But the deception now is also real. I looked at Ryan's red eyes, took a step back, widening the distance. "I choose no one." After speaking, I turned and walked towards the door. Ryan wanted to chase after me, but was blocked by Liam with a sidestep. After returning home, my phone kept vibrating. Ryan's messages popped up one after another: "How could someone like Liam be serious? His family arranged for him to go abroad long ago." "He just sees you as innocent and easy to fool." "Are you giving up our three-year relationship so easily?" I stared at the screen, hesitated for a few seconds, and chose to block him. The world was finally quiet. The phone screen suddenly lit up, and the person claiming to be my 25-year-old self sent another message. [Why don't you accept Liam?] I replied with a question mark. Too sudden. Especially since my feelings for Ryan haven't been cut off yet. Message notifications sounded continuously. [In the future, if you cry, he would wish to take out his heart and give it to you.] [If you hit him, he's afraid your hand hurts.] [He remembers all your preferences, even calculates your period more accurately than you do.] I got more annoyed the more I read, replying directly. "Since you say we will get married in the future, what's the difference between earlier and later?" The other side was silent for a long time, so long that I thought they wouldn't reply. Finally, a new message popped up: [Because, you owe him too much.] My heart suddenly clenched. 4 [You will get married, but a year after marriage, he was hit by a car and died to save you.] The phone slipped. I squatted down to pick it up, realizing my hands were shaking badly. The screen lit up again: [After high school graduation, you accepted Ryan's confession. After he got you, he dumped you immediately.] [You used suicide to force him back. Later, it was Liam who pieced the broken you back together bit by bit.] [Just when you decided to treat him well, there was a car accident. You fainted three times at the funeral.] [You didn't even realize you were pregnant. That child wasn't saved in the end.] [When organizing his belongings, you found in his study that he started writing a diary since high school, every entry about you.] ... "Isn't Liam going abroad?" I asked. [He didn't go. He donated a building to attend the same university as you. Ask him if you don't believe me.] Donated a building? Sounds like Liam's style. I opened the chat with Liam. Typing and deleting. Finally sent just one sentence. "Heard you're going to study abroad?" The other side immediately showed "typing...". "?" Before I could reply, Liam replied instantly. "I love my country very much, not that kind of person, absolutely won't go abroad!" I laughed through tears. This tone was so him, arrogant and childish. At this moment, the phone vibrated again. It was from my future self. [Treat him better, or you'll regret it.] [I don't want you to walk my path again, because I am regretting it right now.] She said she could hardly distinguish between reality and falsehood anymore. Sometimes waking up, standing on the rooftop. If she hadn't suddenly discovered she could contact her past self, she would have jumped long ago. Seeing no reaction from me, Liam sent messages on his own. "That kid Ryan is really not a thing!" "Not only did he bet on you with people, I even peeked at him changing clothes!" "Doesn't even have abs, so weak!" I couldn't help laughing out loud. "Do you have abs then?" The other side didn't send anything for a long time. Did he go to count his abs? Sure enough, half a minute later, he sent a message. "Eight, want to count?" I bit my lip and replied. "Sure." The next second, the phone suddenly rang with a video call ringtone. I hurriedly tidied my hair and clicked accept. On the screen. Liam's face was ridiculously red, eyes darting around, just not daring to look directly at the camera. "Um, you, you just said..." "Liam. Let's try it." I interrupted him, mustering up courage. He froze there, his silly eyes landing on my face. "Huh?" "Um, you said, you said try with whom?" "Try what?" I raised my chin, teasing him on purpose. "What do you think?" The phone camera shook violently a few times, as if almost dropped. When it reappeared, his face was extremely close, excitement unconcealed in his voice. "Wendy, are you serious?" I nodded. "Hehe!" Liam laughed like a big fool. All night, he sent WeChat messages calling me girlfriend. Even after I slept, he was still sending. "Girlfriend, good night~" Early next morning, the doorbell rang.
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