I didn't expect Quentin to strike up a conversation. I replied seriously, "I'm not sure."
Quentin seemed puzzled and glanced at me. "No interest in a vacation?" Was he hoping I would leave? Ha, I wouldn't do as he wished. "No need. Summer is too hot; I'd rather not travel." "Go to the Northern Hemisphere? It's winter there." I laughed, my tone stubborn. "I don't want to go anywhere." Realizing he couldn't convince me, Quentin fell silent. My lack of experience made my vegetable chopping slow. Quentin wanted to take over, but he held back, waiting patiently. After finishing the vegetables, I moved the cutting board toward Quentin. Through this interaction, we managed to prepare a simple dinner. After the meal, I took out my study materials for the geology graduate entrance exam, hoping I wouldn't fail miserably. Initially, I had considered taking the exam casually, thinking failing would be the best outcome. However, recalling the dean's warning... “Let it be. Focus on your studies, set high goals, aspire to be a torchbearer for socialism, and strive to become an exemplary youth.”Quentin sprawled on the sofa, casually flipping through a magazine when his phone unexpectedly chimed. Deeply immersed in my books, I was abruptly pulled from my concentration. I watched as Quentin glanced at his phone and promptly dismissed the call. Feeling like an intruder, I grabbed my laptop and quietly retreated upstairs, leaving Quentin to his conversation. ...Tap, tap, tap.
Ten minutes passed, and then there was a knock at my door.
I swiftly opened the door, finding Quentin standing there, looking somewhat uneasy. "What's up?"
"For you." Quentin extended an ice cream tub. I hesitated momentarily before accepting it. "Thank you." Refusing such a gesture would be foolish. "I apologize for interrupting your studies earlier." "No problem. I shouldn't have disturbed you in the living room." We engaged in polite banter, our conversation overly courteous. Who would have guessed that we were once childhood friends who shared bed-wetting incidents? Although it was Zephyrine Everlynn who faced bed-wetting issues, it indirectly affected Quentin. A headache loomed for Quentin. He was dissatisfied with his current dynamic with Zephyrine Everlynn and even resented the fact that her confession had disrupted their previously harmonious relationship. While opening the ice cream lid, I leaned against the door frame and observed Quentin lost in thought. Eventually, I couldn't help but speak, "Don't take my previous confession seriously. Consider it a moment of madness. I've thought about it, and my feelings for you aren't romantic. Please don't mind; I'll feel guilty." Quentin’s frown instantly smoothed out. An unexpected sense of relief washed over me as I witnessed his genuine smile. I wondered why I had been so intensely disliked... Now that the air was cleared, I felt a profound sense of relief. "Alright." Quentin’s smile returned, reverting to our previous friendly interactions. "I'll leave you be; rest early." "Of course." In my senior year, my class schedule was light. Having already decided to change my major, I abstained from internships. My days were spent studying for the geology graduate entrance exam. Quentin was immersed in his busy schedule; apart from our brief nightly interactions, he was rarely seen. I understood the reason. Quentin was being relentlessly pursued. At this point in the story, Quentin’s four pursuers had fallen for him, each eagerly vying for his attention. Although I lacked details about their pursuits, I could imagine the stress Quentin endured with four people constantly pestering him. Having distanced myself from the harem group, I felt a growing sense of liberation. I now observed the worldly disputes like a god. Proud of my decision, I stumbled upon Quentin’s recent award acceptance video while browsing the internet. In my previous world, I was merely a casual content creator in the amateur video community. Watching Quentin’s video, I sensed the potential for creating content in a meme style. I promptly registered a new account on a video platform and started making meme videos featuring Quentin. In the novel's world, the concept of meme videos existed, but they were not yet popular on this smaller platform. I specifically searched for Quentin’s meme videos and found none. A star without meme videos had an incomplete career! I was practically rubbing my hands together, completely determined to have Quentin join the Ghostly Zone All-Star lineup. If my ghostly video took off this time, I’d be relying on Quentin to put food on my table in the future! A few days later, a video from the Ghostly Zone skyrocketed to the top of the charts on the small video streaming site. Thanks to Quentin’s popularity, the video even trended on Twitter. A significant event occurred during the holiday season. One of Quentin’s top dominants, a police officer named Evie Richards, arrived. At that moment, Quentin was still out working, leaving me to deal with this mummy wrapped in bandages. "Are you Quentin's childhood friend, Zephyrine Everlynn?" Evie Richards's tone and expression were laced with hostility. Help, I'd already left the harem group! Don't look at me like that! "Yes, I am. Are you looking for Quentin? He's not at home," I replied. "I know he's not at home," Evie Richards continued, "I’m moving in here." I raised an eyebrow. "You're moving in? Does Bennett know?" "Of course, he knows. Otherwise, how would I dare to come?" Evie Richards snorted and looked at me. "Since you're Quentin's childhood friend, you're my friend too. But as a friend, you need to find your place." I pursed my lips, unwilling to show her a friendly face. I put my hand on the door. "Are you coming in or not? If you're not, I'm closing the door." My hope of Quentin’s top dom moving in was because I wanted to enjoy the meals they prepared. But looking at Evie Richards's current condition, it seemed she couldn't cook. Expectations plummeted! How rude, just leave! "I’m injured. Could you help me bring my luggage inside?" Evie Richards's facial expression changed faster than turning a page. I glanced at Evie Richards's suitcase, disdainfully pursing my lips. "Are you telling me what to do?" Evie Richards: "???" Since Evie Richards couldn't cook now, I wasn't going to be polite. "I work for money." I only had a total of twenty thousand in my account now, which I intended to save for emergencies. Unemployed and in dire need of money, I was low on funds. However, I had a unique way of making money. Quentin’s top dominants were wealthier than others. Evie Richards looked at me disdainfully, speaking like a nouveau riche, "How much do you want? I’ll pay. Plus, you can help me unpack." "Unpacking luggage is an additional charge." "Friend! I'm Quentin's future girlfriend! Don't be so cold." "Haha." "Two hundred, yes or no?" "Yes!" I agreed faster than anyone else, my voice brimming with confidence. It startled Evie Richards so much that she nearly fell off the stairs. At that moment, I suddenly remembered something. "You said Quentin agreed; do you have any proof?" Evie Richards's face froze. "…He said it verbally." I regarded her suspiciously. Evie Richards definitely didn't have Quentin’s consent. But I knew Evie Richards would move in, even if I refused. She would persuade Quentin and move in through soft or hard tactics. I was conflicted. Taking advantage of my dilemma, Evie Richards, leaning on her crutches, walked in and said arrogantly, "Just let me stay in Quentin's room."My attention immediately shifted, my expression contorted with disdain as I glanced at Evie, as if I were witnessing something utterly absurd. "This won't work!" In the original storyline, Evie didn't move into Quentin 's room right away. She only started staying there much later after pursuing Quentin . "Alright, alright, I'll pay you a thousand!" "I wouldn't do it even for a million." I shot Evie a contemptuous look, then carried her suitcase upstairs and randomly picked a room. Due to Evie' limited mobility, she climbed up to the room only after I had finished arranging it. I clapped my hands. "This is your spot now. Goodbye, I need to focus on my studies, so don't disturb me." Just as I was about to leave, I remembered that I hadn't received the money yet. I took out my phone and displayed my QR code. "Pay up!" Evie generously transferred two hundred to me, smiling as she said, "Let's collaborate again next time. By the way, where's your room? Can I take a look?" "Absolutel
"My childhood friend." "She looks so young. How old is she?!" "Three years younger than me." "Just 21! That's incredibly young!" Quentin's face remained impassive. He glanced at me who asleep with the U-shaped travel pillow. "Young? I don't see it." The assistant appeared puzzled, as if she wanted to say, "Sir, I'm referring to her age. Where are you looking at?" But she chose to respond, "Exactly, considering her face, it's hard to believe she's 21! With makeup, she must be stunning."Caught in my drowsiness, Quentin dozed off too. I used a U-shaped pillow, and he rested his head on my shoulder. I didn't like Quentin now so his guard was down around me. It reminded him of the old days when they used to play together. He'd always liked Zephyrine Everlynn, but it was a platonic affection. When she confessed, it felt like the sky was falling. He didn't want a romantic relationship; he just wanted lifelong friendship. Quentin woke up before me. I was deeply asleep; he nudged me s
I pushed Evie away and spoke seriously, "You're still limping, but you want to follow him. Do you think he doesn't find you annoying enough? Your priority right now should be to heal your injury. Don't rush things."Evie thought for a moment. "You're right; I should heal my injury first. If I insist on following Quentin now, I'll just cause him trouble. Isn't that right?"I sensed Evie seeking praise and found it strange. Was it really something to be proud of to understand such a simple truth? No wonder in the original book, pursuing Quentin was so difficult. Is this all it takes?I popped a dried strawberry into my mouth and said, "Your serious expression is like the security guards' faces when posted on billboards under a bridge.""..."For the next two weeks, Quentin left early and returned late every day. Evie and I hardly saw him. This drove Evie crazy. She harassed me all day, and I almost left home.This terrible situation continued until Quentin's work came to an end.When Que
I was in my room, deeply engrossed in the study materials I had just purchased, when Evie burst in, exclaiming, "Quentin went to New York?! Why didn't you tell me? If you had, I could have convinced Quentin to stay."I rolled my eyes at her and continued reading, casually remarking, "If you had been there, Quentin Bennett probably would have summoned a UFO and flown away immediately!"Evie seethed with anger, but she couldn't argue. Annoyed, she slumped into my chair, legs crossed, and gestured with her finger, "Come on, my sidekick, I want to... tomorrow..."I quietly rolled my eyes and interrupted her daydreaming, "Done, done! But... we have to wait for the right moment. Good things come to those who wait, and true love has no deadline. Haste makes waste!"Evie felt a surge of frustration; all her words had been stolen from me!"Fine... just don't make me wait too long!""First, make sure you completely recover from your injury, or forget about it.""Alright."Evie left with a grand
My dreams of applying for the graduate program in New York were completely shattered. If I opted for another university, the dean might as well tear me apart! I wasn't privy to the conversation between the dean and Daniela Barnett, but Daniela Barnett persistently messaged me, closely monitoring my study progress. I felt a twinge of helplessness; I wasn't a novice when it came to preparing for postgraduate exams. I knew how to study! Yet, Daniela Barnett treated me like a beginner, scrutinizing every detail.Still, I didn't want to waste her kindness. Daniela Barnett led a hectic life; juggling student mentoring, research, Quentin, and still managing to find time to guide me. How could I not be grateful?In my eyes, Daniela Barnett seemed like a maestro of time management....Quentin returned much earlier than expected. Through my sources, I found out Quentin’s private schedule had him flying to Texas today.I hurried to Evie' door."Xylitol!""You're the Xylitol!" Evie exclaimed, fli
"Quentin! Wait for us!" "Quentin Bennett!" I had just purchased scar removal cream from the pharmacy when I heard distant voices calling out for Quentin Bennett. "What's happening?" I didn't pay much attention, intending to head home after my pharmacy visit. However, the calls for Quentin Bennett grew louder and closer. I turned back to look. To my surprise, Quentin Bennett was sprinting, pursued by a swarm of fans! What was going on here? Quickly, I slipped into a nearby alley, removed my duckbill hat, and deftly placed it on Quentin Bennett's head, pulling it toward me. "Huh?" Quentin Bennett was startled by the sudden pressure on his head. Before he could react, I pressed him against the wall, keeping an eye on the alley's end. Quentin Bennett followed my gaze, watching the fans race past the alley, their voices fading away. "You…" Quentin Bennett began to speak, but I stepped back, glancing outside the alley, then turned back to him. "Why are you alone on the street? A
Crossing my arms like an experienced elder, I said, "This is Quentin Bennett's house. Neither you nor I have the right to evict anyone. Only Quentin Bennett has that authority. If you go down now to drive her away, you'll definitely upset Quentin Bennett." Evie Richards calmed down a bit and sat on a chair, looking up at me. "Then what should I do?" I paced a few steps and then said, "Go find Professor Daniela Barnett. Let her move in properly and show respect to Quentin Bennett. Don't resort to such petty tricks. And then reflect on your own impulsive move when you moved in. Be tactful in handling this. After all, scheming is your specialty." "..." Evie Richards felt that I was mocking her. "Who said scheming is my specialty?" I sneered. "Don't think I don't know anything!" Evie Richards mumbled, "Oh, right, I almost forgot about your... situation back then..." Ignoring her, I continued, "When you talk to Professor Daniela Barnett, it's best if Quentin Bennett sees it." Evie
I raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Well, amidst all this chaos, I'm the only one not part of the drama."Daniela Barnett and I fell silent, observing the tense standoff between Evie, Briella Cortez, and the visibly displeased Quentin.Briella Cortez turned to Quentin, asking, "Quentin, why did you let such people move in?"Quentin found them both incredibly immature. Briella Cortez and Evie glanced at Quentin, curious about how he would respond.Suddenly, a noise echoed through the house, catching everyone's attention.The unmistakable sound of someone chewing popcorn.Holding a handful of popcorn, I stuttered, "..."Hahaha, this is so embarrassing...I reluctantly put down the popcorn, stood up with a guilty expression, and tried to head upstairs. But as I passed Evie, I was halted. Evie desperately signaled to me and mouthed the words "one thousand" very clearly.I glanced at Briella Cortez and Quentin, made a quick decision, and pulled Evie away."Hey, why are you dragging me? Where