Chapter 4: Happy Enemies Together three
Yan Yimu walked in front of me, looking nonchalant, and his voice floated into my ears: "It's just a self-criticism, I've written a lot."
I muttered aggrievedly, "I'm not wrong. I didn't ." My innocence. Even if the teacher didn't say anything, the rumors among my classmates were enough to give me a headache. Moreover, based on the last experience, my classmates were very unfriendly to me.
Sure enough, as soon as I walked to the classroom door, I heard a "hush" sound. My classmates stared at Yan Yimu and me, as if we were two monsters. I lowered my head even more.
"Yan Yimu, there must have been some misunderstanding just now. Are you okay?" Xinxin stood up and asked Yan Yimu with a smile.
Yan Yimu gave her a cold look: "Does it have anything to do with you?!"
I can see a smile frozen on Xinxin's face, her long eyelashes trembling constantly, and tears seem to be flowing from her beautiful eyes. The character I designed is really perfect, but it's a pity that I designed such a scheming woman!
"We are classmates and friends. I care about you." Xinxin lowered her head slightly, and the curly hair beside her ears fell to her shoulders. She pursed her cherry-like lips lightly, looking infinitely aggrieved.
Yan Yimu didn't even look at her, walked past her and returned to his seat.
Xinxin looked up in astonishment, staring at Yan Yimu until Yan Yimu sat down in his seat, then she bit her lip and glared at me. Her eyes were full of anger and contempt, as if she wanted to tear me apart.
I shook my head helplessly. Xinxin must think Yan Yimu ignored her because of me. My life will be even more miserable in the future. In order to avoid being miserable, I can only hold on to Yan Yimu!
I sat down next to Yan Yimu, leaned over the table and banged my head on it.
"It's all your fault. You killed me." I said resentfully.
"Miss, you said it the wrong way. It was obviously me who was killed by you. I have been unlucky since I met you. You should think about how to leave here as soon as possible. You have traveled through time before, how did you leave?!" Yan Yimu tapped the table with his fingers, his tone full of disgust.
I pouted and whispered, "Last time I jumped off the building and went back home. Do I have to jump again this time?"
"Jump off the building?" Yan Yimu squinted at me. "People in the real world should not be able to die in the comic world. After all, the comic world is fake! Since we could go back last time, we can do it this time. Let's go to the rooftop after school." He said seriously.
I just wanted to shut my mouth. Just because I was fine last time doesn't mean I'll be fine this time. And I was too impulsive last time. If I can't go back this time, my life will be over here! I clenched my fists and made up my mind that I would never jump off the building this time.
After school, Yan Yimu dragged me to the rooftop of the school. The night wind was blowing fiercely on the empty rooftop, and my goose bumps were blown up. Yan Yimu hugged her chest and stared at me, as if waiting for me to make a move.
I sat on the ground, looked at him pitifully and said, "Yan Yimu, you won't let me, a girl, jump off the building, right? It was luck that I succeeded last time. If I can't go back this time, I'll be dead! Also, even if I can go back, it will be me alone. You can't go back either if you don't jump." I didn't tell him that Yuan Yichen and I traveled through time together, and I didn't know much about their past.
Yan Yimu put his hands behind his back and looked down at me, like a prince looking at his slave.
"This is your comic world, the world you created, and you designed me so badly, you deserve it. If you don't jump, do you want me to? As the creator of this world, if something happens to you, this place will collapse, and of course I can go back to the real world." He rolled his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know things would turn out like this! If I had known I wouldn't have drawn such crappy cartoons. Woohoo, I'm afraid of heights, how about we jump together?" I hugged my schoolbag and pretended to cry.
"Okay, let's dance together." Yan Yimu squatted down and held my hand. His hands were big and warm.
He held my hand tightly and said calmly, "Let's jump together. At worst, people will think we committed suicide for love."
"Suicide for love?!" I widened my eyes and struggled to break free from his hand. This was a joke. I waved my hands again and again, "No, no, reputation is also important."
"Then just dance by yourself, hurry up, it's almost dark." Yan Yimu said impatiently, pointing at the edge of the rooftop.
I gritted my teeth and mustered up the courage to walk to the edge of the rooftop. The night wind blew my short hair, and I saw the darkness below. Many memories came to my mind, and my legs became weak involuntarily. I stood there for a few minutes, and finally walked back tremblingly.
Yan Yimu frowned and glared at me, then walked to the edge of the rooftop. He looked up at the sky and said indifferently, "It's just jumping off a building. Why are you so worried? It's not like you haven't jumped before. If you don't jump, I'll do it." After that, he jumped down.
"Yan Yimu!" My heart suddenly rose to my throat and I screamed and ran after him.
"Ouch!" Yan Yimu's voice came from below the rooftop.
I lay on the edge of the roof and looked down. It turned out that there was a rectangular cement platform underneath the roof. Yan Yimu was lying on it with his legs up in the air, grimacing and screaming in pain.
"Yan Yimu, are you okay?" I asked worriedly. Fortunately, there was a platform, so he didn't travel back through time even after jumping like that. If there was no platform, then... I don't know why, but when I thought about Yan Yimu dying, I felt so sad in my heart that I couldn't help but cry.
Yan Yimu struggled to get up. He was tall and agile, and he climbed up to the roof in just a few minutes. I didn't want him to see me crying, so I covered my face and avoided looking at him.
"Yu Yingwu, you're not crying, are you?" Yan Yimu sat down next to me and sighed heavily. "I'm not dead, why are you crying? I should be the one crying. If I hadn't suspected you of stealing Menghun, I wouldn't have gone undercover in Delan. If you hadn't drawn that damn comic, I wouldn't be here."
"I'm sorry... I know it's all my fault, but Menghun... I'm also very curious about the relationship between me and Menghun. It's impossible for me to steal Menghun." I wiped my eyes hard to wipe away the tears.
"Actually, I have another suspect in mind. Since this place is very similar to the real world, we can also start an investigation here, such as going to the museum first." Yan Yimu turned his head to look at me, and his expression softened a lot in the night.
"I'm sorry... I will definitely help you find the soul, and I will definitely think about how to leave here!" I sniffed and said , "But, our review..."
Yan Yimu raised his eyebrows, rubbed his injured arm and said, "Didn't you take care of it? Would I be here if it wasn't you? Would I be punished to write a self-criticism if it wasn't you?"
"I'll write it, I'll write it, okay?" I said, lowering my head.
Yan Yimu nodded, still with a look of disgust on his face: "This is the first time I'm partnered with such a stupid person."
"I'm smart, okay? Otherwise, how would I know you're a detective!" I immediately retorted.
"Whether to find Menghun or leave here, we'll talk about it later." Yan Yimu stood up, put on his schoolbag, and walked unsteadily. He must have hurt his foot when he fell just now.
I walked over and held his arm, and he didn't refuse. We walked slowly like this, and I thought of Yan Yimu in the comics. I felt sad. That Yan Yimu would never appear again...
