Even if she couldn't trust anyone else, she couldn't possibly distrust Gu Ruoyan's department.
Chu Ge's door was open, and the "young couple" watched them leave. Before leaving, Yueying bowed to Qiu Wuji, a hint of apology in her eyes.
It was as if she was saying she hadn't fulfilled her promise to research shadow abilities for him.
Qiu Wuji smiled, indicating he didn't mind.
The elevator arrived, and as Gu Ruoyan and Yueying were separated by the elevator doors, it seemed the interlude that had entangled everyone for a while had faded away, and they could return to their peaceful world as a couple.
Qiu Wuji felt quite good thinking about this, and much of his regret about not being able to research shadow abilities lessened.
Anyway, it was someone else's innate ability; there was no need to force it. He had plenty of immortal techniques to cultivate, right? At worst, he could ask some creator god to add a setting, making it seem like a world-shaking secret manual had appeared somewhere, sparking a fight among powerful figures—they even came up with a grand plot for him.
Wait a minute… Qiu Wuji suddenly asked Chu Ge, "Can you just write out a technique for shadow magic?"
Chu Ge thought for a moment, somewhat stunned, "It seems… very simple. Just write down some minor character who cultivates this technique, and that's it. The dungeon already needs different minor character abilities, this saves me a lot of trouble…"
The two stared at each other expressionlessly. Such a simple thing, and they had to consider including people in it? What were they thinking lately?
Upon closer reflection, Chu Ge was practically cheating. He could just write down whatever ability he wanted, and Qiu Wuji, with his skill level, could learn anything and even teach it to him.
Others don't have any special talents, especially those that are unique; he just needs to write it down.
Qiu Wuji couldn't help but say, "If this is a superpower, it's definitely the most shameless superpower in the world."
"I can't be this shameless by myself, it's mainly because I have a female lead cooperating with me. So we call this 'Sharp Husband Y'..." Before she could finish, Qiu Wuji kicked her over: "Get lost." Actually, Chu Ge had been prepared and had already jumped onto the sofa, watching her intently.
Qiu Wuji bit her lower lip, glaring angrily.
She felt something had changed after he put his arm around her waist yesterday, even though he pretended to be nonchalant and interrupted her rambling. The atmosphere seemed to have returned to normal, but both of them knew something was different.
Whether he was willing to put his arm around her waist was secondary; why was she willing to cooperate with him in "claiming to be his girlfriend"? Why did he think it was right for her to show off to the blind date?
Qiu Wuji herself couldn't understand.
She almost regretted her behavior yesterday. She hadn't been able to concentrate during her meditation all night, and today she was being verbally abused.
"I'm not making breakfast! Go out and eat!" Qiu Wuji protested. Chu Ge smiled apologetically, "I'll go out and buy you some soy milk." Qiu Wuji's mind involuntarily drifted to his old books, always feeling that the soy milk had a hidden meaning.
It's not pure anymore.
How can there be such a person? Really.
But it's quite good. Qiu Wuji watched Chu Ge leave, then pulled out his app to continue reading.
Without those messy superhumans bothering him, it was quite comfortable. No wonder Chu Ge said "Lord Ye loves dragons but is terrified of them"—the feeling of having one's peaceful life disrupted is indeed unpleasant.
But your own abilities are extraordinary, and my existence is just as unique. Can some things really be avoided?
While Chu Ge went out to buy soy milk and steamed buns, he was tagged on WeChat.
He picked it up and saw it was his university classmates' group chat…
Old Hong: "We're having a get-together this weekend! It's graduation season, five years ago, we should do something, right?"
Old Hong was the class monitor back then. Although nobody ever really felt the class monitor had any real presence in university, he was always the one who had to take the lead in every group activity. Chu Ge himself was the organization committee member back then, a position even more peculiar. To this day, he still doesn't know what that position was for in the class. It sounds like it was for organizing activities, but it seems to correspond to personnel. Which classmate were you trying to promote?
So, apart from writing "class officer" on his resume, Chu Ge himself didn't even know he was a class officer.
Old Hong's group chat tagged him, but the response was sparse. It took a long time before a few people replied: "We should get together."
Some responded: "No time this week, I'm still on a business trip this weekend."
"My wife's due date is this weekend."
Regardless of the responses, they were generally scattered. Old Hong didn't mind and said directly: "It's okay, anyone who wants to come can come. Let's count the number of people so we can book tables."
Chu Ge, who used to be a silent observer, thought for a moment and finally said: "Count me in. It's the fifth anniversary, it's quite meaningful."
Yang Dingtian: "Ha, I knew Chu Ge would come, seems a bit different now."
"Hey, change your wording, isn't 'changed personality' less ambiguous than 'changed personality'?" Chu Ge joked casually, thinking to himself, "I can say I'm here specifically for you, I think interacting more with Lin Wuyang in this situation won't hurt."
Undeniably, he's developed a utilitarian mindset in his social interactions, becoming the kind of person he used to hate.
The group chat was buzzing with laughter: "A big writer's speech is so different, even paying attention to ambiguous wording!" Chu Ge also sent a hands-on-hips emoji.
Actually, Chu Ge didn't like being called a "big writer," because every time he saw it, he felt a kind of malicious mockery.
Whether the same word is mockery or flattery, there's only one dividing line: are you really a big writer?
He wasn't.
Qiu Wuji was quite right; bestselling authors are still quite respected, aren't they? But the "bestselling" of online writers is different from this concept, and many bestselling masters haven't been able to cross this chasm. A handful have ascended to immortality, but in most people's minds, they're still different from traditional writers.
That's why Chu Ge hated attending writers' association meetings. He'd attended one once, and a certain person on the stage spoke sarcastically, causing a group of online writers to collectively walk out, creating an extremely awkward scene. Later, there was another time, at an "online literature seminar," where not a single online writer attended, which became a topic of amusement.
It's said that Chu Ge's past writings were considered "GHS" (sexually suggestive) and caused his bad reputation, but Chu Ge doesn't believe it. His subtle use of suggestive language is nothing compared to the overt suggestive content in many publications; who's to blame?
But regardless, your achievements are still paramount. It's a world of difference between classmates having heard of your work and nobody knowing anything about it.
What's the point of living...?
"I'm back." While casually chatting in the group chat, Chu Ge still carried soy milk and steamed buns home.
Seeing Qiu Wuji stuffing yesterday's clothes into the washing machine on the balcony, Chu Ge paused, a feeling stirring within him, like when she first cooked for him.
He felt, I have a home now.
Although it doesn't seem real.
"You..." he began, his voice slightly hoarse, "Don't you have cleaning magic? Why do you need a washing machine?"
"Oh." Qiu Wuji examined the washing machine, casually replying, "To understand everything in this world. How can you experience it all with immortal magic?"
"Hmm..." Chu Ge didn't say anything more, placing the soy milk and steamed buns on the table. "Let's eat first." Sensing his voice had softened, Qiu Wuji turned to look at him curiously.
Chu Ge ate a steamed bun and went inside, muttering, "I'm going to work on my writing, and check if the promotional effect has kicked in yet."
Qiu Wuji still found his tone and attitude strange: "Are you still worried about being looked down upon by your blind date?"
Chu Ge smiled: "Blind dates are just a microcosm of society. I'm going to a class reunion in a few days—oh, basically disciples from the same sect. The feeling is different for those who did well and those who didn't."
"You...you're really a commoner."
"I am indeed a commoner...humans are social animals, before I became an immortal."
Qiu Wuji started the washing machine, watching it spin, then suddenly turned and smiled: "Although your book is...well, I think it's very well written."
As if realizing that her words sounded a bit off, she quickly added: "It can even materialize myself, of course it's great."
Chu Ge ignored her addition. Staring blankly at her smiling face, he felt something melting inside him.