Quick Wear: The Stupid Beauty is Forced to Become a Heartthrob

Chapter 159: The Spectator and the Invisible Man 9 I am here for you

****November 11th, Saturday, sunny.

My birthday is here again!

I haven’t looked forward to my birthday for many years, but I am very much looking forward to it this time. I know my parents will definitely forget it, but my friends won’t!

What gift will it give me?

On the way to school, I kept thinking about it. The breeze was blowing gently, and I couldn't help but ask, "What gift will you give me?"

My hair was blown by the wind, and I felt a sense of anticipation in my heart.

I couldn't help but keep muttering to myself.

"Actually, I don't need a very good gift. After all, you don't have any money."

"As long as you put your heart into it, like a few osmanthus flowers, I'll be very happy!"

"You can't see or touch me, so were you also lonely before you met me?"

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a little lost. Was it the same as me before it met me?

"Are you the same as me? No one noticed. In that case, you are even more pitiful than me..."

"At least others can see me..."

I don't know how we got to this point when talking about gifts, and my mood isn't as good anymore.

The wind whistled and surrounded me, forming a big transparent hand, touching my head. I knew it was comforting me.

When I arrived at school and sat at my desk, red words appeared on the book. It said, "I came for you."

It came for me...

I whispered softly, my vision slowly blurring, "Am I not the one who was abandoned... Why did you come for me..."

The paper in front of him was like a magic show, with red words appearing one by one out of thin air. "I will never abandon you. You and I have a destiny from a previous life."

My tears finally fell, but I couldn't help but smile, "So we were good friends before?"

"more than."

More than that? Then maybe we were sisters, confidants, and people worth sharing our hearts with in our previous lives...

What it said was so outrageous, but I believed every word it said. This world is already outrageous enough, so what else is impossible?

Halfway through the class, I felt that it was gone. I thought it must have gone to prepare a birthday present for me. I couldn't help but wonder, what would it give me?

But whatever it is, I'll be happy!

Sure enough, when I got out of school in the afternoon, an invisible big hand pushed me in the opposite direction of home, and the wind in front of me was leading me.

I was both excited and nervous. It was the first time I accepted a gift from someone so solemnly. I had already thought about how I should behave. I wanted to embrace it happily, embrace the invisible gift.

After walking for about half an hour, the road became more and more remote, and finally we arrived at a place that looked like a park, but there was no one there. The scent of osmanthus could be smelled from a long distance away.

I walked in and what caught my eye was a huge osmanthus tree. I can say that I have never seen such a big tree before. I definitely cannot hug its roots alone, not to mention the lush crown of the tree. It is simply a huge sight.

The fragrance is tangy and beautiful.

The wind gently pushed me from behind, and I took a few steps forward and saw the scene behind the tree.

I guess it took it a long time to gather all these osmanthus flowers together. The fallen osmanthus flowers formed my name on the ground, with a big heart outside.

I can imagine it blowing the osmanthus flowers into this shape bit by bit, and I can't help laughing, "You are so unsophisticated, but I like it so much!"

The wind surrounded me, guiding me to go forward. When I walked to the center of the heart, I saw the wind carrying a rose into my hand. It was so beautiful that it must be the most colorful of all the roses.

It picked it and gave it to me.

Like a strange ritual, I stood in the middle of a heart formed by osmanthus flowers, with my name written on the back and a rose in my hand.

The wind swirled gently around me without touching any of the osmanthus flowers below. I seemed to have finally become that pampered child, receiving gifts carefully prepared by others, being looked at expectantly, hoping that I would respond.

I really wanted to laugh, but tears started coming out as I laughed.

The wind hugged me from behind and comforted me.

But I hated myself for being so useless. Why was I so fond of crying? I ruined such a good atmosphere.

I didn't move from where I was standing. The osmanthus tree next to me began to sway, scattering tiny bits of osmanthus petals. It was like a rain of osmanthus petals, beautiful and fragrant.

This is the comfort it gives me. I can't touch it, but I still open my arms, as if we are really hugging...

I took the rose home and made it into a specimen. There were too many osmanthus flowers to take away, so I had to go home, get my phone and run back here to take pictures.

“This is the best gift I’ve ever received!”

I said this to it and wrote it in my journal.

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Li Siyue seemed to be watching a science fiction movie. Was this her mother's diary or a story she imagined?

She was taught to believe in science since she was a child, but the diary written by her mother completely overturned her ideas. Was her mother really suffering from hallucinations? How could such a transparent person appear in the world?

Li Siyue's heart was pounding as she continued to flip through the diary. The back of the diary was basically about her daily interactions with this "friend". Later on, it seemed that her mother had fallen in love with him again.

Li Siyue calculated that her mother was 19 years old and just a freshman in college.

August 9, ****, Friday, sunny.

I'm going to college!

I was able to get into such a good university thanks to my friends’ daily supervision and the fact that no one else paid attention to me. This is all the result of my hard work!

The sun is very strong today, but fortunately the temperature is not particularly high, so wearing long sleeves is just right.

I will be reporting to school soon. As expected, my parents are very busy today, so their plan to send me to report has gone wrong. But I am used to this. I had guessed the result long ago and bought the high-speed rail tickets in advance.

I was walking on the road pulling two suitcases. They looked very heavy, but in fact I only needed to pull the handle and the wind would help me push them from behind. It was very easy!

Sure enough, my friends are the best!

It was my first time traveling so far away and also my first time taking the high-speed train. I followed my friend’s instructions the whole time. It seemed like it knew everything and I didn’t have to worry at all.

But I was still very nervous along the way. The school I applied to was far away from me. It was a completely unfamiliar environment. I didn’t know if I could adapt to such a place…

The school gate is really big and imposing, much bigger than our high school!

There are very few people like me who come alone. They all have their parents or friends, and I am the only one pulling two suitcases.

There were many seniors welcoming the new students in front of the gate, but everyone ignored me.