Chapter 352 (1/2)

A Novel with no Protagonists

Zhao Youyue did not care about the contents of Lin Shiya’s bag. Zhang Wanjun and Lin Shiya were roommates. Zhang Wanjun could simply return the bag to Lin Shiya when she heads back to campus.

However, Zhang Wanjun was an agonizingly curious person. She brought Lin Shiya’s bag into the hotel room. She even dragged Zhao Youyue over to look the contents together, as if she wanted her to be an accomplice.

“This isn’t really nice,” Zhao Youyue said hesitantly.

A moment ago she was still enjoying the night view of the most prosperous city in the world, Shanghai. It was brilliant, bright colored. It was truly an enjoyment to enjoy such beautiful scenery in the suite of The Peninsula Hotels.

“It’s nothing. Lin Shiya will never know it anyway,” Zhang Wanjun said incitingly.

Perhaps everyone was a closet voyeurism. Initially Zhao Youyue did not intend to join in. After listening to what Zhang Wanjun said, Zhao Youyue felt that it truly would not harm the owner of those contents. She barely knew Lin Shiya. Even if she learned of Lin Shiya’s secrets, she would never be in danger of disclosing it.

Zhang Wanjun started violating Lin Shiya’s bag. She found quite a few masterpieces, as expected of the president of Literary Society and a famous, talented girl throughout campus.

Among all those masterpieces, there was no doubt that the notebook attracted Zhang Wanjun the most. She started delving into it.

Zhao Youyue simply read through the masterpieces, more likely due to the fact that famous writers wrote these masterpieces in this world. These great writers did not exist in the other world.

Zhao Youyue was more focused on these unfamiliar masterpieces by famous writers. Unfortunately, her taste was lacking. She did not have the patience to finish the masterpieces. Masterpieces rarely provided any entertainment.

Zhao Youyue noticed that Lin Shiya had taken every masterpiece seriously. She had even left notes in the books. All of them were her personal reviews. Some of the sentences were profound and deep. Her writing was masterful and well-done as well.

“The world is a bundle of great dream. How many times has life experienced cool autumn?”

“To forget, in itself is a form of remembrance.”

“The greatest love never dies, while the greatest friendship raises itself from the dead.”

“Loneliness comes from noble bones, and the unwillingness to appear inferior.”

…

Lin Shiya could already publish an entire series of “Lin Shiya’s Quotations.” She was so talented!

Zhao Youyue seemed to have gotten to know the talented girl Lin Shiya once again. She had truly been low-key during the dinner party, as if only Shi Jingnian was in her eyes. She truly loved that guy dearly.

“What? I’ve wasted so much time reading, and it was just some novel manuscripts. Speaking of which, who writes novels with pens nowadays…?” Zhang Wanjun read a few pages, and put them aside. It was not like the writings were boring. She had expected to read a few private dairies. Now that she had figured out that it was just a novel, such a disparity between her expectations and reality quickly killed her interest.