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Book 2 – Chapter 2: A New Jennie Summer was almost over. College was almost here. And for the first time in a long time… Jennie wanted a change. Not because she wanted to become someone else. But because she wanted to start a new chapter as herself. ⸻ She stood in front of her mirror. Her blonde hair from the past year was still there. The same hair everyone knew. The same hair from the DJ competition. The same hair Felix always complimented. ⸻ Jennie stared at her reflection. “College is a fresh start.” She touched her hair. “Maybe it’s time for something different.” ⸻ She picked up her phone. The first person she called was Lisa. ⸻ Lisa answered immediately. “What’s happening?” Jennie paused. “I’m changing my hair.” Silence. Then— “WAIT.” “LIKE ACTUALLY CHANGING IT?” “Yes.” “I’M COMING OVER.” ⸻ An hour later… Lisa arrived at Jennie’s house. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs was styled perfectly, and she wore a black jacket, cargo pants, and sneakers. She walked into Jennie’s room and looked around. “So…” She pointed at Jennie. “You are seriously doing this?” Jennie nodded. “Yes.” Lisa smiled. “I knew this day would come.” ⸻ First decision: The color. ⸻ Jennie sat in the salon chair. The stylist looked at her blonde hair. “Are you sure you want to go back?” Jennie nodded. “Yeah.” ⸻ The blonde slowly disappeared. Back to her original dark hair color. The color that felt familiar. The color that felt like home. ⸻ When she looked in the mirror… She smiled. She looked like the old Jennie. But different. Older. More confident. ⸻ Lisa smiled. “I forgot how much this suits you.” Jennie touched her hair. “I missed it.” ⸻ Then came the second decision. The haircut. ⸻ Jennie looked at the stylist. “Cut it.” Lisa looked shocked. “How short?” Jennie thought. Then smiled. “Short.” ⸻ The scissors started moving. ⸻ Piece by piece… Her long hair changed. Until finally… She had a sleek bob haircut. It framed her face perfectly. It was stylish. Cool. A little bold. Exactly like her personality. ⸻ Lisa stared. “No way.” “What?” “You look like someone who would walk into college and immediately become the most intimidating person there.” Jennie smirked. “So basically me.” Lisa laughed. “Exactly.” ⸻ Jennie looked in the mirror again. For the first time in weeks… She felt excited. ⸻ Next mission: Shopping. ⸻ Lisa refused to let Jennie keep the exact same wardrobe. “No.” Jennie held up a black jacket. “What?” “You have seventeen versions of that.” “They are different.” “They are all black.” “They have different vibes.” Lisa sighed. “You are impossible.” ⸻ They spent the entire day shopping. Jennie picked out: * stylish jackets * new tops * different jeans * sneakers and boots * accessories * outfits that felt more mature ⸻ Lisa held up a colorful outfit. “Try it.” Jennie looked suspicious. “Why?” “Because college Jennie needs to surprise people.” ⸻ After trying new styles… Jennie actually liked them. They were still cool. Still her. Just a new version. ⸻ By the end of the day… Her room looked completely different. Clothes everywhere. Shopping bags on the floor. Suitcases open. ⸻ Jennie packed everything carefully. Her new clothes. Her DJ equipment. Her headphones. Her graduation photo. Her trophy. ⸻ Then she found one picture. The whole group. Lisa. Rosé. Jisoo. Han. Hyunjin. Felix. ⸻ She smiled. Then quickly put it into her suitcase. ⸻ “New college.” “New style.” “New chapter.” ⸻ Lisa leaned against the doorway. “You know…” “What?” “You’re not becoming a different person.” Jennie looked at her. “You’re just letting people see another side of you.” ⸻ Jennie smiled. “That’s actually a good line.” Lisa gasped. “Did Jennie just compliment me?” “Don’t get used to it.” “There she is.” ⸻ That night… Jennie closed her suitcase. Her new haircut. Her new style. Her new beginning. ⸻ She looked at herself one last time. The old Jennie wasn’t gone. The DJ. The roast queen. The girl who never backed down. She was still there. Just with a new look. ⸻ College was waiting. And Jennie was ready. But she didn’t know… Her new chapter was about to bring back the one person she thought was already gone.
Chapter 27 – The Movie Night Trap By Sunday evening… Everyone in the dorm had exactly one goal. Tease Jennie and Felix. Forever. ⸻ Han was the mastermind. “I have an amazing idea.” Jennie immediately looked up from her laptop. “No.” “I didn’t even say it.” “I don’t need to hear it.” ⸻ Han grinned. “We’re having movie night!” Lisa clapped. “I love movie nights!” Rosé smiled. “I’m in.” Jisoo nodded. “Me too.” Hyunjin dramatically placed a hand on his chest. “I shall provide emotional commentary.” Felix laughed. “This should be interesting.” Jennie sighed. “I already regret this.” ⸻ An hour later… The living room was covered with blankets, popcorn, chips, candy, and soda. Lisa sat on the floor. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs was tied into a loose ponytail. She wore an oversized pink hoodie and gray sweatpants. Rosé curled up beside her. Her lavender hair was braided over one shoulder, and she wore a cream sweater with ripped jeans. Jisoo wore a navy hoodie and black joggers, her red hair tucked behind one ear. Han wore his green hoodie and black sweatpants, already eating half the popcorn before the movie even started. Hyunjin arrived with his blond hair perfectly styled—even for movie night—and wore a loose black sweatshirt and wide-leg pants. Felix wore a black hoodie and gray sweatpants. Jennie wore an oversized black sweatshirt, matching sweatpants, and fuzzy socks. Her blonde hair was tied into a messy bun. ⸻ Han looked around. “Perfect.” Jennie narrowed her eyes. “Why are you smiling like that?” “No reason.” “Han.” “No reason.” ⸻ Everyone picked a seat. Jennie sat on one end of the couch. Felix sat on the other. Han looked disappointed. “Oh.” “What?” “You two are too far apart.” Jennie sighed. “That’s the point.” ⸻ Han suddenly stood up. “I forgot the drinks!” “I’ll help,” Lisa said. “So will I,” Rosé added. “Me too,” Jisoo smiled. “I suddenly remembered something in my room,” Hyunjin announced dramatically. Everyone left. Except… Jennie and Felix. ⸻ Jennie blinked. “…We just got tricked.” Felix looked toward the kitchen. “They planned this.” “They absolutely planned this.” ⸻ The movie started anyway. For a few minutes… Neither of them spoke. Until… A loud thunderstorm appeared in the movie. Jennie jumped. Just a tiny bit. Felix noticed. “You got scared.” “I did not.” “You literally jumped.” “I was… surprised.” He laughed. “You hate horror movies.” “I hate loud noises.” “Sure.” ⸻ Jennie grabbed a handful of popcorn. Felix reached for the bowl at the exact same time. Their hands bumped. Jennie looked at him. “You stole my popcorn.” “Our popcorn.” “My popcorn.” Felix smiled. “I’ll buy you another bag.” “You’d better.” ⸻ Just then… The movie reached a really emotional scene. Han slowly peeked around the corner. Lisa peeked over his shoulder. Rosé, Jisoo, and Hyunjin were stacked behind them like dominoes. Lisa whispered, “Are they holding hands?” Han squinted. “No…” “They’re fighting over popcorn.” Rosé laughed quietly. “That sounds more like them.” ⸻ Suddenly… Jennie noticed five heads sticking out from the hallway. She slowly turned. “…Seriously?” Everyone froze. Han smiled awkwardly. “We can explain.” Jennie stood up. “Oh, I’d love to hear this.” Hyunjin stepped forward. “This was an observational experiment.” Lisa nodded. “Very scientific.” Felix laughed so hard he almost dropped the popcorn. Jennie pointed at all of them. “You trapped us.” Han shrugged. “Did it work?” Felix looked at Jennie. “I mean…” “We watched half the movie without arguing.” Jennie blinked. “…Wait.” Everyone gasped dramatically. Han threw his hands into the air. “THEY ADMITTED IT!” “I admitted nothing!” Jennie protested. “You admitted peace!” “That’s not a thing!” “It is now,” Han declared. The entire room burst into laughter. Jennie looked at Felix. “You know…” “What?” “I think our friends are completely insane.” Felix smiled. “Definitely.” A small smile spread across Jennie’s face. “…Good.” Felix nodded. “Yeah.” “…Good.” And for the rest of the night… The movie barely mattered. Because the real entertainment… Was everyone trying—and failing—to stop teasing Jennie and Felix.
Book 2 – Chapter 36: Operation Jisoo — Hyunjin’s Dramatic Disaster After Han and Felix completed their missions… Everyone thought Hyunjin would be the easiest. ⸻ They were completely wrong. ⸻ The Final Emergency Meeting ⸻ The dorm room was quiet. Too quiet. ⸻ Felix sat on the couch. Han was eating snacks. ⸻ Then… The door opened dramatically. ⸻ Hyunjin walked in. ⸻ Slowly. ⸻ Very slowly. ⸻ Wearing sunglasses. ⸻ Everyone stared. ⸻ Han lowered his snack. “What are you doing?” ⸻ Hyunjin removed the sunglasses. ⸻ “Preparing.” ⸻ “For what?” ⸻ “My greatest moment.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Felix blinked. ⸻ “You are asking Jisoo to the dance.” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “Not proposing.” ⸻ Hyunjin looked offended. ⸻ “I know.” ⸻ “Because you are acting like you’re proposing.” ⸻ Hyunjin ignored him. ⸻ “I need the perfect words.” ⸻ Han laughed. ⸻ “You mean a dramatic speech.” ⸻ “Exactly.” ⸻ Felix sighed. ⸻ “Oh no.” ⸻ ⸻ The Speech Practice ⸻ Hyunjin stood in front of the mirror. ⸻ “Jisoo…” ⸻ He paused. ⸻ “When I first saw you—” ⸻ Han immediately stopped him. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Hyunjin turned. ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “Too much.” ⸻ “But it’s meaningful.” ⸻ “It’s a dance invitation, not a movie ending.” ⸻ Hyunjin frowned. ⸻ “You’re ruining my art.” ⸻ Felix laughed. ⸻ “Your art is terrifying.” ⸻ Hyunjin tried again. ⸻ “Jisoo, you are the light that—” ⸻ “Stop.” ⸻ Felix covered his face. ⸻ “You can’t say ‘the light’ before asking someone to dance.” ⸻ “Why?” ⸻ “Because she might think you joined a poetry club.” ⸻ Han nodded. ⸻ “Or a drama competition.” ⸻ Hyunjin sighed. ⸻ “You two have no romance.” ⸻ ⸻ Operation Begins ⸻ The next day… Hyunjin found Jisoo in the garden. ⸻ Jisoo was sitting peacefully. Her long blonde hair with lavender-pink tips moved softly in the breeze. She wore a cream cardigan, a simple dress, and sneakers. ⸻ Hyunjin walked toward her. ⸻ Slowly. ⸻ Jisoo looked up. ⸻ “Why are you walking like you’re entering a stage?” ⸻ Hyunjin stopped. ⸻ “Do I do that?” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “Okay.” ⸻ He sat down. ⸻ Jisoo smiled. ⸻ “Are you okay?” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “You look nervous.” ⸻ “I am not.” ⸻ “You are.” ⸻ Hyunjin sighed. ⸻ “Why is everyone so good at noticing things?” ⸻ Jisoo laughed. ⸻ ⸻ The Actual Question ⸻ Hyunjin took a breath. ⸻ “Jisoo.” ⸻ She looked at him. ⸻ “I wanted to ask…” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ Han’s voice appeared in his head: “Don’t make it a movie.” ⸻ Felix’s voice: “Don’t say ‘light.’” ⸻ Hyunjin nodded. ⸻ “Would you go to the dance with me?” ⸻ Simple. ⸻ Normal. ⸻ Jisoo blinked. ⸻ Then smiled. ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ Hyunjin froze. ⸻ “Wait.” ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “That’s it?” ⸻ Jisoo laughed. ⸻ “What did you expect?” ⸻ “I don’t know.” ⸻ “You looked like you were about to give a speech.” ⸻ Hyunjin looked away. ⸻ “I prepared one.” ⸻ Jisoo smiled. ⸻ “Of course you did.” ⸻ ⸻ Back at the Dorm ⸻ Hyunjin walked in. ⸻ Felix and Han looked up. ⸻ “Well?” ⸻ Hyunjin stood silently. ⸻ Then… ⸻ He dramatically fell onto the couch. ⸻ “I succeeded.” ⸻ Han laughed. ⸻ “Did you survive?” ⸻ “Barely.” ⸻ Felix smiled. ⸻ “Did you say the speech?” ⸻ Hyunjin looked offended. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ “Good.” ⸻ “Why?” ⸻ “Because it would have taken an hour.” ⸻ Hyunjin crossed his arms. ⸻ “It was beautiful.” ⸻ Han nodded. ⸻ “I’m sure it was.” ⸻ “You’re mocking me.” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ Three missions. ⸻ Three successes. ⸻ Han and Rosé. Felix and Jennie. Hyunjin and Jisoo. ⸻ Now only one thing remained… ⸻ The college dance. ⸻ And everyone knew… With Jennie as the DJ… It was going to be unforgettable.
The healing stones had stopped making sense three days ago. Mira noticed it the way one notices a familiar heartbeat becoming irregular—not at first, but with a creeping certainty that something in the rhythm has fundamentally shifted. She stood in the monastery infirmary at dusk, her hands suspended over a stone no larger than a fist, and waited for the resonance she'd come to depend on like breath. Nothing. Or rather: something. But wrong. "You're doing it again," Thea said from the doorway, not unkindly. Her friend held two cups of evening tea, steam rising in thin spirals that dissipated into nothing. "The thinking-so-hard-your-face-goes-blank thing." Mira didn't look up. "The stones are different." "Different how?" How indeed. Mira had spent eight years learning the language these ancient stones spoke-a subtle vibration that aligned with her own gift, amplifying it, creating channels through which her intuition could flow like water finding its course. When she placed a remedy against their surface, the stones would hum, and that hum would tell her things. *This will work. This won't. This one requires patience. This one is already too late.* Never words, precisely. But certainty. The kind that came from somewhere older than language. But the gift itself-that had always been hers alone. She'd known it since childhood, that strange knowing that lived beneath her skin like a second heartbeat. When she held a fevered rabbit at seven, she hadn't been reciting learned knowledge. She'd felt the fever as a presence, an intruder, and she'd known-with the absolute clarity of a child who hasn't yet learned to doubt-that it could be asked to leave. The monks had recognized it immediately. A true gift, they'd said. Rare. Ancient. Real. The stones had come later, offered as tools to strengthen what was already within her. To amplify the signal that her own body could perceive. And for eight years, they had done exactly that. She would place her hands on them and feel her gift expand, sharpen, become precise enough to guide her remedies with surgical accuracy. Until three days ago, when the signal began to loop back on itself. "They're... circling," Mira said finally. "The pattern. It goes around itself instead of outward." Thea set the tea on the small table between them with the deliberate care of someone setting down something that might explode. She was used to Mira's cryptic diagnoses-of villages, of individuals, of the invisible architecture of suffering. But there was something in Mira's voice now that made her move slowly. "Circles are stable," Thea offered. "Maybe that's not wrong." Mira finally turned. In the failing light, her friend looked younger than thirty, which was unfair. Thea had earned her lines the honest way-through years of kneeling beside dying people, learning what comfort looked like when it was all that remained. But something in her face had smoothed lately. Or perhaps Mira was simply learning to stop seeing her clearly. The thought came sharp and unbidden, and with it: the first cold touch of doubt. ーーー The monastery had welcomed them both as girls. Mira's gift had announced itself early-her mother found her once, age seven, holding a fevered rabbit, and the fever broke. Just like that. Like she'd asked it politely to leave. The monks recognized something in her they'd seen before, in their own ancient texts. A healer whose knowing transcended learning. They offered sanctuary, knowledge, space to grow into whatever she was becoming. Thea came two years later, smaller and feral, caught stealing medicines from the infirmary stores. Instead of punishment, the head monk-Brother Aldwin, ancient even then-had asked her why. *For my mother*, Thea had said. *She's burning up and no one will help her.* He'd walked her to the infirmary himselt, shown her how to prepare a draught, how to cool a brow, how to sit with someone in darkness without trying to light it. By morning, Thea's mother had died anyway. By evening, Thea had chosen to stay. They'd grown up in these halls. They'd learned that healing was sometimes mercy, sometimes mystery, always a form of prayer whispered in a language the body understood even when the mind didn't. And the stones had been their gospel. Dependable. Ancient. *True*. --- By the fourth day, Mira had moved into the infirmary proper. She told herself it was necessary-there was a fever spreading through the village, the kind that didn't respond to simple remedies, the kind that required constant adjustment, intuitive recalibration. But the truth was simpler and more frightening: she couldn't leave the stones. Couldn't stop trying to read the pattern they'd begun drawing. Circles within circles. Concentric and endless. Like the mouth of a well. Like the grooves worn into stone by ten thousand years of fingers pressing, searching, hoping. Brother Aldwin found her at midnight, still in her work clothes, surrounded by herbs and stones and notes she'd written in a hand that barely resembled her own. "You haven't slept," he observed. Not a question. The old monk moved through the world in certainties. It was one of the things that had once comforted her. "The stones are changing," Mira said. "And I don't know why." Aldwin lowered himself into a chair with the careful deliberation of something made of glass. He was smaller than she remembered. Or perhaps she'd grown. Time did strange things in these stone halls-sometimes it moved like molasses, sometimes it vanished entirely. "The stones don't change," he said quietly. "They've remained as they've been since they were placed here, three centuries past. Since the monastery was built on ground the healers chose." "They're changing," Mira repeated, and heard the fever in her own voice. The thing underneath the calm. "The resonance is different. It's—" "Mira." His eyes were the color of old water. "Have you considered that perhaps you are the one who has changed?" The words landed like stones dropped down that well. She heard them descending. She heard the silence that followed before impact. "No," she said. And then: "That's not-that's not how this works." But even as she said it, she felt the first small crack in the architecture of her certainty. Because what was certainty, after all? What was the difference between a stone speaking to you and you speaking to yourself, and learning only later that you'd been the only voice in the conversation all along? "Aldwin," she said, and her voice sounded very young. "Do you believe in the stones?" He didn't answer immediately. He looked at his hands-liver-spotted, ancient, trembling slightly. "I believe in the healers," he said finally. "I have always believed in the healers. The stones were meant to help us believe in ourselves." --- She found the journal in Brother Aldwin's quarters. Not deliberately-he'd asked her to bring him tea, and her hands, trained by years of healer's pragmatism, had simply opened drawers while she waited for him to emerge from the washroom. Looking for something she didn't know she was searching for. The journal was old, older than anything she'd thought to preserve. The handwriting was Aldwin's, younger, more aggressive in its loops. And the entries were all the same, repeated like a prayer worn smooth by obsessive repetition: *The stones do not speak. I have listened for thirty years. The stones do not speak. Perhaps I have become the voice. Perhaps I have been telling myself stories about what I wish to hear.* *The remedies worked because I believed in them. The patients healed because we expected them to. The stones are only stone.* *This is the knowledge I cannot unknow. This is the wound that will not close.* The entries spanned decades. The handwriting never settled. It spiraled inward, tighter and tighter, circling the same truth over and over like something trapped. Mira sat on the edge of his narrow bed, the journal loose in her hands, and felt something shift inside her. Not breaking. Shifting. The way ground shifts before a landslide. The way the world rearranges itself when you learn something that cannot be unlearned. Her hands were shaking. She read the same passage three times, four times, and each time it felt like drowning in slow motion. Aldwin-the man who had taught her everything, who had placed the healing stones in her palms and told her they were ancient and true-had spent his entire life doubting them. Had spent decades circling the same terrible knowledge: that perhaps there was no magic at all. Only the power of expectation. Only the human capacity to heal itself when given permission and belief. She thought of every patient she'd ever treated with absolute certainty. Every time she'd felt the stones hum beneath her palms and known -*known*—what would work. Had that been the gift? Or had it been something far more mundane: observation, intuition, the natural patterns of illness and recovery that she'd learned to read so well she'd mistaken the reading for magic? The journal fell from her hands. She pressed her palms against her eyes and felt the first hot tears of rage and grief and something far worse: uncertainty. The kind that didn't resolve into anything clean. The kind that would live in her now, a permanent guest. When Aldwin emerged from the washroom twenty minutes later, she was still sitting there. He stopped in the doorway. He saw the journal. He saw her face. For a moment, neither of them moved. "How long?" Mira asked. Her voice sounded like it came from very far away. Aldwin closed the door behind him. He looked diminished, suddenly—not the ancient wise man but simply an old person, worn down by the weight of a secret he'd carried alone. "Since I was younger than you are now," he said quietly. "Fifty-three years." "And you never told anyone." "I told myself," he said. "Over and over. Does that count?" Mira stood. She needed to move or she would shatter. "Every patient I've ever healed. Every time I told someone they would recover and they did. Every time I felt the stones guide me. Was that—" She couldn't finish the sentence. Couldn't shape the question into words. "You have a gift," Aldwin said, and there was something almost desperate in his voice now. "Mira, listen to me. You do. I don't know what it is, but it's not the stones. The gift is yours. It always has been.""How do you know?" she demanded. "How can you possibly know that?" "Because I watched you," he said. "I watched you for eight years, and I watched you heal people in ways that shouldn't have been possible. Yes, I've doubted the stones. Yes, I've spent half a century wondering if I was a fraud. But I never once doubted you. Not really. Not in the moments that mattered." Mira turned away from him. She couldn't look at his face, at the terrible honesty written there. "You should have told me." "I know." "You should have warned me." "I know," he repeated. And then: "But I was afraid. I was afraid that if I told you the truth about my doubt, I would plant it in you. And I needed-" His voice cracked slightly. "I needed to believe that at least one of us had certainty. That at least one of us was still whole." She heard the break in him then. Fifty-three years of isolation, of circling the same terrible knowledge alone. And she understood, with a clarity that was almost painful, that this was the real gift he'd been asking her to hold for him: the belief he could no longer maintain. "I don't know how to do this," she said quietly. "Neither did I," Aldwin replied. "But you will. You're stronger than I was." --- The fever broke on the seventh day. The village children recovered. The old woman who'd been burning up in the cottage by the north gate opened her eyes and asked for water. All the remedies worked, just as they always had. But when Mira returned to the infirmary that evening, she didn't go directly to the stones. Instead, she sat with Thea in the corner of the room, surrounded by drying herbs and cooling salves, and told her everything. Thea listened without interrupting. She was good at that-at reading the specific shape of someone's ruin and knowing when words would only make it worse. When Mira finished, her friend was quiet for a long moment. "Did you know?" Mira asked. "No," Thea said. And then, because she was kind, she added: "But I suspected. I suspected because I watched the way you moved, even in your doubt. You moved like someone who knew exactly what she was doing. The stones were never what made you certain, Mira. They were just the story you told yourself about where your certainty came from." Mira thought about this. "So what am I, then? If not a healer with a gift?" "You're still a healer," Thea said. "Maybe that's all you ever were. Someone who pays attention. Someone who believes people can get better and acts on that belief in ways that matter. That's not nothing. That might be everything." --- The next morning, Mira approached the stones differently. She didn't place her hands on them expecting to receive guidance. Instead, she picked up a remedy-willow bark and honey for the fever that still lingered in one of the village children-and she held it to the stone and simply waited. The hum came. The pattern spiraled. Circles within circles, drawing inward toward some center she would never quite reach. But this time, when she felt the resonance, she didn't try to interpret it as the stone's voice. Instead, she let it be what it was: a physical vibration that her own nervous system registered, amplified by the stone's density and her own attention. The hum became a mirror. It reflected back everything she already knew— the properties of the remedy, the nature of the fever, the body's own capacity to heal. And that was enough. She carried the remedy to the cottage where the child lay half-awake, fever still painting her cheeks with unnatural color. Mira sat on the edge of the bed and spooned the mixture between small lips. The girl swallowed obediently. "Will I get better?" the child asked, with the directness of the very young. Mira looked at this small person, burning with fever, looking to her for certainty. And she made a choice. "Yes," she said. Not because the stones had told her. Not because some mystical gift guaranteed it. But because she had studied the patterns of this fever for a week, because she understood this child's body and its capacity for recovery, because she believed in the remedies she'd prepared with her own hands, and because belief itself-genuine, grounded, earned through years of practice-was its own form of power. "You're going to get better," Mira said again. "I'm going to help you." The child closed her eyes and seemed satisfied. When Mira returned to the monastery that evening, she found Brother Aldwin in the infirmary, standing before the healing stones. He turned when he heard her footsteps. "about what I should have done differently. And I think the answer is: nothing. Or everything. I'm still not sure which." Mira stood beside him, looking at the stones that had been her entire world. "The pattern is still there," she said. "Yes." "And it still spirals inward. Still circles back on itself." "Yes." "But I'm not lost in it anymore," Mira said. "I'm not trying to reach the center. I think I understand now-the pattern was never meant to lead anywhere. It was meant to make us still. To make us listen. And what we listen for, what we hear in that stillness... that comes from us. That was always us." Aldwin nodded slowly. "I wish I'd understood that sooner." "Maybe I can," Mira said. "Maybe that's the gift —not that I have certainty, but that I can live with the uncertainty and still act. Still help people. Still believe in the remedies and the body's power to heal, even though I can't prove where my knowing comes from." She placed her hand on the nearest stone. It was cool beneath her palm, just stone, just the accumulation of minerals pressed together over millennia. And somehow, that was more miraculous than magic would have been. The earth, shaped by time. Her hand, shaped by practice and attention. The space between them, where healing happened. The monastery walls hummed around her, ancient and listening. She listened back-not for the voice of the stones, but for her own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say * don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply Tor the voice or the stones, buttor ner own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say *I don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply different languages for the same truth. The monastery walls hummed. The stones waited, patient and silent. And Mira, at last, was ready to move forward.
Book 2 – Chapter 9: The First College Morning Disaster The first morning in the dorms. Everyone expected a fresh start. A peaceful beginning. A normal college day. ⸻ That was their first mistake. ⸻ Dorm Building A Jennie’s alarm went off. She opened her eyes. Five seconds later… She was already ready. ⸻ Her dark bob haircut was perfectly styled. Her outfit was completely put together. Black jacket. Baggy jeans. Silver accessories. Boots. Headphones around her neck. ⸻ Lisa slowly opened her eyes. She stared. “How are you already dressed?” Jennie looked at her. “Because some of us respect time.” Lisa sat up. “It’s 7:02.” “Exactly.” “Class is at 9.” Jennie grabbed her bag. “Exactly.” ⸻ Lisa looked at her. “You are the only person who treats getting ready like a concert entrance.” Jennie smiled. “Because every entrance is important.” ⸻ Lisa laughed. “Your confidence is dangerous.” Jennie shrugged. “Your fashion choices are dangerous. We all have problems.” ⸻ Dorm Building B ⸻ Felix woke up to chaos. ⸻ Han was standing in front of the mirror. His black hair with blue tips was styled perfectly. Felix stared. “Why are you dressed like you’re going to a photoshoot?” Han looked serious. “Because first impressions matter.” “It’s a lecture.” “Exactly.” ⸻ Felix shook his head. His blonde hair was messy, but somehow still looked perfect. ⸻ Han looked at him. “You need help.” Felix looked down at his outfit. “What?” “You look too normal.” “That’s the point.” “Wrong.” ⸻ Outside the dorms Everyone met before class. ⸻ Jisoo arrived with her long blonde hair and lavender-pink ends shining in the sunlight. Rosé walked beside her with her black hair flowing naturally. Hyunjin arrived with his red-tipped hair styled perfectly. ⸻ Jennie looked around. “Okay.” Everyone looked at her. “What?” She pointed. “Hyunjin looks like he’s going to a fashion interview.” Hyunjin smiled. “Thank you.” “That wasn’t a compliment.” “I accepted it anyway.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ Then Felix walked over. ⸻ Jennie looked at him. Felix looked at her. ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Han whispered: “Round two of awkward.” ⸻ Felix cleared his throat. “Morning.” Jennie nodded. “Morning.” ⸻ Everyone waited. ⸻ Lisa whispered: “That was the most normal conversation they’ve had.” ⸻ Jennie heard her. “Don’t ruin it.” ⸻ They walked toward class. ⸻ Then suddenly… A student dropped a stack of papers. ⸻ Everyone stopped to help. Except Han. ⸻ Han looked at the papers. Then at Jennie. “Should I help?” Jennie stared. “Yes.” Han nodded. “Okay.” A pause. “But first…” “What?” “I need to emotionally prepare.” ⸻ Jennie looked at him. “You need emotional preparation to pick up paper?” Han nodded. “These are important papers.” “They’re on the floor.” “Exactly. Dangerous territory.” ⸻ Jennie stared. “Han.” “What?” “You are the reason warning labels exist.” ⸻ Everyone burst out laughing. ⸻ Finally they reached class. ⸻ The professor announced: “Today, you will begin your first major college project.” ⸻ Everyone sat up. ⸻ “You will create something that represents your identity.” ⸻ Everyone started thinking. ⸻ Lisa immediately wrote fashion. Rosé wrote music. Jisoo wrote design. Hyunjin wrote performance. Han wrote something nobody could read. ⸻ Felix looked over. “What did you write?” Han covered it. “Private.” “It’s upside down.” Han quickly flipped it. “Now it’s private.” ⸻ Jennie shook her head. ⸻ Then the professor looked at her. “And you?” ⸻ Jennie looked at her notebook. Then at her DJ headphones. ⸻ She smiled. ⸻ “Music.” ⸻ Felix looked at her. “You already knew.” Jennie nodded. “Yeah.” “Then why think?” She shrugged. “Because this time…” She looked at the group. “I’m not doing it alone.” ⸻ Everyone smiled. ⸻ Then Han ruined the moment. “So we’re basically a legendary team.” Jennie looked at him. “Don’t say legendary.” “Why?” “Because now you’ll start acting like you have a documentary.” ⸻ Han gasped. “I would have a great documentary.” Jennie nodded. “Title: A Guy Who Talks Too Much.” ⸻ The class laughed. ⸻ And as they started their first college project… Everyone realized something. ⸻ College wasn’t going to be normal. Not with: A savage DJ queen. A dramatic fashion king. A chaotic music genius. A talented performer. And a group that somehow always found trouble. ⸻ The semester had officially begun.
Panel 1 wide Photo 1 Latina female light brown skin wearing a design black shirt with a split down the middle size A-34 boobs and black and white skirt sitting in class Panel 2 split her best friend
Panel shows photo 2 inside the living room of a pool house alone.) Photo 2 is wearing the outfit in photo 3 with her hair in a updo. Photo 1 and photo 4 are the same person. (Photo 4 is wearing black sweatpants and black socks.) Photo 4 is getting out of the batheroom of his master bedroom and walks into a luxury bedroom with black furniture. (Photo 4 then turns around and makes a phone call and shows his back that is photo 1.) Panel close up to photo 4 with a handsome smirk looking into the distance holding his black iPhone to his ear talking to photo 2. Photo 4 then says “Hey, you sound like you’re having fun.” Photo 2 says while blushing softly “Well kinda. Im with my friend Mei. We at the pool at her house.” Photo 4 then says “I don’t wanna hold you up, I just wanted to tell you thanks for helping me study yesterday.” Photo 2 smiles softly while staring at the floor and says “It’s fine, I’m happy to help.” Photo 4 then asks “Hey to repay you, would you like to go out for a drink some time or to grab a bite to eat?” Photo 2 then smiles and says “Sure I would love that.” Panel close up to photo 4 smiling handsomely looking out the window.
クイズ学園アイドル部 第1回「開校スペシャル」 🎵 オープニング（2分） （明るい音楽🎶） 👥 全員 「みんなで笑って！みんなで学ぼう！」 観客 「クイズ学園アイドル部！！」 ✨メンバーがダンスしながら登場✨ 🎤 MC 「今日は第1回！クイズもコントもゲームも全部楽しんでいこう！」 ⸻ 😂 コーナー① 学校あるあるコント（8分） テーマ 「テストの日」 * テスト前に慌てる生徒 * 消しゴムを忘れる生徒 * 問題を見て固まる生徒 * 先生のツッコミ 最後は全員で大笑い！ ⸻ 🌍 コーナー② 世界クイズ（7分） 「世界一大きい海は？」 「エッフェル塔はどこの国？」 「世界で一番大きい動物は？」 正解すると⭐ポイント獲得！ ⸻ 🔬 コーナー③ 理科・数学クイズ（7分） 🧪 理科 「植物が光を使って栄養を作ることを何という？」 ➕ 数学 「12×8＝？」 💡 ひらめき問題も1問！ ⸻ 🎮 コーナー④ ゲーム対決（10分） * ジェスチャーゲーム * 絵しりとり * バランスチャレンジ 勝ったチームはボーナスポイント！ ⸻ 🏆 コーナー⑤ クイズ王決定戦（6分） 最後の一問は100ポイント！ 逆転できるチャンス！ 優勝者には 👑「クイズ王」の王冠！
Just... just tell me the truth. Please. Did you do this? I did not I promise I’d never do anything like that to someone I call a friend *Macy lets out a small, broken sound, pulling the pillow tighter against her chest. Her face is buried, so her voice is muffled.* Then who did? *Alba scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound. She takes a half-step forward, closing the distance between you, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes are like chips of flint.* Oh, spare us the 'friend' routine. That's a little hard to believe right now, don't you think? You were the only other person in this room. The only one. Macy trusted you, and you were sitting right there at her desk while she went to the bathroom. Are you saying the photos just magically uploaded themselves? No I’m not saying that but the reality is someone had to do it I know with all my heart I would never no I could never do a friend like like trust me *Alba's laugh is short and entirely without humor. She pushes off the wall she was leaning against, taking another deliberate step into your personal space. The air crackles with her anger.* Trust you? Are you kidding me? Trust is what got her into this mess. Macy trusted you, and now her life is being torn apart online by a bunch of scumbags. *She gestures sharply towards the bed where Macy is still curled up, trembling slightly.* Look at her. Go on, look. That's what your 'friendship' did. *Macy slowly lifts her head from the pillow. Her eyes, puffy and red, meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away. Her voice is barely a whisper, fragile and cracking.* But Alba... they're right. Someone had to do it. If... if it wasn't you, then who else could it have been? *Alba's gaze remains fixed on you, hard and unwavering.* Don't bother answering her. You're just going to spin more lies. I've heard enough. You have one minute to get out of our room, or I'm calling Campus Security and telling them everything. Let's see how much they 'trust' you. Macy please give me a chance to get to the bottom of this blindly blaming me will now solve this but in the meantime i can place a block on all leaked photos and videos anything that has your name or face involved I can have blocked *Macy’s head lifts a little more. The idea of stopping the spread seems to momentarily cut through her haze of misery. Her eyes flicker between you and Alba, a sliver of desperate hope warring with her confusion.* You... you can do that? Make them stop? *Before you can answer, Alba steps directly in front of you, physically blocking your view of Macy. Her voice is low and dangerous.* Don't you dare make promises you can't keep. And don't you dare try to manipulate her. You think fixing the mess you made is going to change anything? *She leans in closer, her jaw tight.* This isn't about blocking photos. This is about you violating her trust in the worst possible way. You're not helping. You're trying to cover your tracks. *From behind Alba, Macy's small voice cuts in, a little stronger this time.* Alba, wait. How? How can you block them? *Alba doesn't turn, her glare fixed on you.* She's lying, Macy. It's a trick to make you think she's on your side. There's no way to just 'block' them once they're out there. Macy yes I have a way (looking down I reflect on the past where my father showed me how to make computer codes where I then got old and used coding skills to hack ATM machines for money I then look up and answer Macy) yes I can make a code that could act as a virus on any one’s computer or phone blocking your photos and videos even your name I don’t like to use this because on my past but to prove my innocence and to help a friend I’ll do what I can *Alba stares at you, her expression shifting from pure rage to sharp, cynical disbelief. A humorless smirk touches her lips.* Oh, I see. So now you're not just a backstabbing friend, you're a hacker too? That's your story? That you have some magic 'code' to fix everything? *She shakes her head slowly, her eyes narrowing.* This just makes you look more guilty. How convenient that you suddenly have the exact skills needed to do something like this. Maybe that's how you got the photos in the first place. Hacked her laptop. *Macy pushes herself up to a sitting position on the bed, her brows furrowed. The talk of viruses and codes seems to confuse and frighten her more than reassure her. She wraps her arms around her knees.* You can... hack things? Like, illegally? *The question is soft, laced with a new kind of uncertainty. The trust she once had in you is being replaced by the image of a stranger with a hidden, criminal past.* *Alba doesn't take her eyes off you. Her voice drops, losing its sarcastic edge and becoming colder, more calculating.* You say you have a past. What kind of past? Hacking ATMs, you said? Prove it. Show us. If you can really do what you say you can, do it right now. Block one photo. One comment. Let's see this 'code' of yours in action. *She gestures with her head towards the laptop still sitting on Macy's desk.* There's the computer. Go on. Show us what you can do.
Chapter 33 – The Night of Maximum Chaos The night was supposed to be relaxing. That was the first mistake. Because whenever Jennie, Jisoo, and Han were together… Nothing was relaxing. ⸻ The group had gone to a late-night celebration lounge after the DJ competition. The music was loud. The lights were everywhere. Everyone was laughing. And somehow… Han had become the unofficial leader of chaos. ⸻ Jennie sat at the table with a giant colorful mocktail in her hand. Her blonde hair was slightly messy from dancing, and she wore her black jacket, silver accessories, and her favorite boots. Jisoo’s red hair was still styled perfectly, but after hours of dancing, a few strands had fallen loose. Han’s brown hair looked like he had fought a wind machine and lost. ⸻ Han stood on his chair. “I have an announcement!” Everyone immediately groaned. “No.” “Han, sit down.” “Please don’t.” ⸻ Han ignored them. “Tonight…” He pointed dramatically. “Is the greatest night of our lives.” Felix looked at Lisa. “How long has he been like this?” Lisa laughed. “Since five minutes after we arrived.” ⸻ Rosé shook her head. Her lavender hair fell over her shoulders as she laughed. “Han thinks every moment is a movie scene.” Hyunjin nodded seriously. “To be fair…” Everyone looked at him. “He does make life more dramatic.” ⸻ Meanwhile… Jennie was having way too much fun. Which was unusual. Because Jennie normally acted like she was above everything. But tonight? She was laughing. Actually laughing. ⸻ Felix noticed. And smiled. Lisa immediately caught it. “You are staring.” Felix looked away. “I am not.” “You are.” “I was just looking.” “Exactly.” ⸻ Later… The chaos reached a new level. ⸻ Jisoo grabbed Han’s arm. “We need to have a serious conversation.” Han looked worried. “About what?” “About why you think you can dance.” Everyone went silent. Han looked offended. “I can dance.” “You dance like your Wi-Fi is disconnecting.” The entire table exploded. ⸻ Jennie laughed so hard she nearly dropped her drink. Felix looked shocked. “Did Jisoo just roast Han?” Lisa nodded. “She’s been saving that one.” ⸻ When it was finally time to leave… Everyone agreed. Jisoo, Han, and Jennie were officially too chaotic to be trusted alone. ⸻ The walk back to the dorm was hilarious. ⸻ Han walked beside Hyunjin. “Do you think ducks know they’re funny?” Hyunjin paused. “What?” “Ducks.” “Why?” “Because they walk like they’re late to a meeting.” Hyunjin stared. “…I hate that you’re making sense.” ⸻ Jisoo was walking with Rosé. “Rosé.” “Yes?” “I have discovered something.” “What?” “I am always right.” Rosé smiled. “You say that every day.” “Because I am consistent.” ⸻ Jennie walked between Felix and Lisa. She pointed at Felix. “You.” Felix looked at her. “Me?” “Yes.” “What?” “You are suspicious.” “Why?” “Because you are nice.” Felix laughed. “That’s suspicious?” “For you? Yes.” ⸻ Felix shook his head. “You are unbelievable.” Jennie nodded proudly. “I know.” ⸻ When they finally reached the dorm… Everyone collapsed onto the couches. ⸻ Lisa looked around. “Never again.” Han raised his hand. “Question.” “No.” “Can we do it again next week?” Everyone shouted: “NO!” ⸻ Felix helped Jennie get to her room. She walked carefully. “I can walk.” “I know.” “Then why are you helping?” “Because you almost walked into the wall.” Jennie looked at the wall. “It was in my way.” “The wall?” “Yes.” ⸻ Felix opened her door. “There.” Jennie stepped inside. Then turned around. “Felix.” “Yeah?” “I have something important to tell you.” He smiled. “What?” She pointed at him. “Your basketball skills are overrated.” Felix blinked. “That is what you needed to say?” “Yes.” He laughed. “Of course it is.” ⸻ She sat down on her bed. Then looked at him more seriously. “You know…” “What?” “You’re actually a good person.” Felix smiled. “That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said.” “Don’t get emotional.” “I’m not.” “You look emotional.” “I don’t.” “Your face is doing the thing.” ⸻ Felix laughed. Then he noticed her DJ trophy sitting on the desk. He picked it up carefully and placed it somewhere safe. “You worked really hard for this.” Jennie looked at the trophy. “You remembered.” “Of course I remembered.” ⸻ For once… Jennie didn’t roast him. She just smiled. “Thanks.” Felix smiled back. “Anytime.” ⸻ He turned to leave. Then Jennie called: “Felix.” He looked back. “Yeah?” A pause. “Your hair still looks okay.” He laughed. “Okay?” “Don’t push it.” ⸻ Felix smiled. “Goodnight, Jennie.” “Goodnight, basketball boy.” ⸻ When he closed the door… Han appeared in the hallway. “Did you have a romantic moment?” Felix jumped. “How are you always there?” Han smiled. “Talent.” Felix sighed. “You are impossible.” Han nodded. “Thank you.” ⸻ And that was the thing about their group. They were chaotic. Loud. Embarrassing. Completely impossible. But somehow… They had become family. And Jennie and Felix? They were still roasting each other every chance they got. Just now… There was a little more smiling between the insults.
Chapter 33 – The Night of Maximum Chaos The night was supposed to be relaxing. That was the first mistake. Because whenever Jennie, Jisoo, and Han were together… Nothing was relaxing. ⸻ The group had gone to a late-night celebration lounge after the DJ competition. The music was loud. The lights were everywhere. Everyone was laughing. And somehow… Han had become the unofficial leader of chaos. ⸻ Jennie sat at the table with a giant colorful mocktail in her hand. Her blonde hair was slightly messy from dancing, and she wore her black jacket, silver accessories, and her favorite boots. Jisoo’s red hair was still styled perfectly, but after hours of dancing, a few strands had fallen loose. Han’s brown hair looked like he had fought a wind machine and lost. ⸻ Han stood on his chair. “I have an announcement!” Everyone immediately groaned. “No.” “Han, sit down.” “Please don’t.” ⸻ Han ignored them. “Tonight…” He pointed dramatically. “Is the greatest night of our lives.” Felix looked at Lisa. “How long has he been like this?” Lisa laughed. “Since five minutes after we arrived.” ⸻ Rosé shook her head. Her lavender hair fell over her shoulders as she laughed. “Han thinks every moment is a movie scene.” Hyunjin nodded seriously. “To be fair…” Everyone looked at him. “He does make life more dramatic.” ⸻ Meanwhile… Jennie was having way too much fun. Which was unusual. Because Jennie normally acted like she was above everything. But tonight? She was laughing. Actually laughing. ⸻ Felix noticed. And smiled. Lisa immediately caught it. “You are staring.” Felix looked away. “I am not.” “You are.” “I was just looking.” “Exactly.” ⸻ Later… The chaos reached a new level. ⸻ Jisoo grabbed Han’s arm. “We need to have a serious conversation.” Han looked worried. “About what?” “About why you think you can dance.” Everyone went silent. Han looked offended. “I can dance.” “You dance like your Wi-Fi is disconnecting.” The entire table exploded. ⸻ Jennie laughed so hard she nearly dropped her drink. Felix looked shocked. “Did Jisoo just roast Han?” Lisa nodded. “She’s been saving that one.” ⸻ When it was finally time to leave… Everyone agreed. Jisoo, Han, and Jennie were officially too chaotic to be trusted alone. ⸻ The walk back to the dorm was hilarious. ⸻ Han walked beside Hyunjin. “Do you think ducks know they’re funny?” Hyunjin paused. “What?” “Ducks.” “Why?” “Because they walk like they’re late to a meeting.” Hyunjin stared. “…I hate that you’re making sense.” ⸻ Jisoo was walking with Rosé. “Rosé.” “Yes?” “I have discovered something.” “What?” “I am always right.” Rosé smiled. “You say that every day.” “Because I am consistent.” ⸻ Jennie walked between Felix and Lisa. She pointed at Felix. “You.” Felix looked at her. “Me?” “Yes.” “What?” “You are suspicious.” “Why?” “Because you are nice.” Felix laughed. “That’s suspicious?” “For you? Yes.” ⸻ Felix shook his head. “You are unbelievable.” Jennie nodded proudly. “I know.” ⸻ When they finally reached the dorm… Everyone collapsed onto the couches. ⸻ Lisa looked around. “Never again.” Han raised his hand. “Question.” “No.” “Can we do it again next week?” Everyone shouted: “NO!” ⸻ Felix helped Jennie get to her room. She walked carefully. “I can walk.” “I know.” “Then why are you helping?” “Because you almost walked into the wall.” Jennie looked at the wall. “It was in my way.” “The wall?” “Yes.” ⸻ Felix opened her door. “There.” Jennie stepped inside. Then turned around. “Felix.” “Yeah?” “I have something important to tell you.” He smiled. “What?” She pointed at him. “Your basketball skills are overrated.” Felix blinked. “That is what you needed to say?” “Yes.” He laughed. “Of course it is.” ⸻ She sat down on her bed. Then looked at him more seriously. “You know…” “What?” “You’re actually a good person.” Felix smiled. “That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said.” “Don’t get emotional.” “I’m not.” “You look emotional.” “I don’t.” “Your face is doing the thing.” ⸻ Felix laughed. Then he noticed her DJ trophy sitting on the desk. He picked it up carefully and placed it somewhere safe. “You worked really hard for this.” Jennie looked at the trophy. “You remembered.” “Of course I remembered.” ⸻ For once… Jennie didn’t roast him. She just smiled. “Thanks.” Felix smiled back. “Anytime.” ⸻ He turned to leave. Then Jennie called: “Felix.” He looked back. “Yeah?” A pause. “Your hair still looks okay.” He laughed. “Okay?” “Don’t push it.” ⸻ Felix smiled. “Goodnight, Jennie.” “Goodnight, basketball boy.” ⸻ When he closed the door… Han appeared in the hallway. “Did you have a romantic moment?” Felix jumped. “How are you always there?” Han smiled. “Talent.” Felix sighed. “You are impossible.” Han nodded. “Thank you.” ⸻ And that was the thing about their group. They were chaotic. Loud. Embarrassing. Completely impossible. But somehow… They had become family. And Jennie and Felix? They were still roasting each other every chance they got. Just now… There was a little more smiling between the insults.
This isn’t the girls locker room I’m in the boys locker room embarrassing
(Panel shows photo 1 standing in front of a clothing store looking into a crowd of happy people.) Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2 and is wearing her hair in a ponytail with a white headband. (Photo 1 is watching photo 3 talking to the girls in photo 4 from afar.) (Photo 3 is the same boy in photo 4) (Photo 3 is holding a bouquet of pink roses) Photo 1 then thinks, “I wonder if that’s the girl he was talking about.” Photo 1 then thinks “ she’s very pretty, no wonder, he likes her.” Photo 1 the looks into the crowd as they walk by happy and smiling. Photo 1 then looks at the floor and says “Maybe there’s someone out there to me light up like that.” with an innocent smirk on her face.
Photo 1 is in her bedroom laying across her bed on FaceTime with Photo 2. Photo 1 says”Hey have you gotten your admissions decision yet? Are we going to the same college? “ Photo 2 smiles and says “YES WE ARE!!!! I GOT IN!!” Both photo 1 and photo 2 are seen smiling. Photo 2 ask” do you want to room together, I can have my dad make the arrangements for us?” Photo 1 says “ Yes I would love to live with you, are you kidding you’re great!”
She and a guy kiss
Waiting for a friend at a maid cafe wearing blue and yellow with her glasses
It is a sunny day at 10:03 am on Sunday. Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2 with her hair up in a messy bun. Photo 3 is wearing the outfit in photo 4 and is not wearing her glasses. (Panel shows photo 1 and photo 3 sitting on the edge of two white lounge chairs next to each other facing the pool) Photo 1 the ways to photo 3 with a smile “It was so nice for your parents to let us use the pool while their out of town.” Photo 3 says with a smile “ I know right! He’s such a good dad, it feels good being an only child.” Photo 1 then says “So what did you do yesterday?” Photo 3 then says with a guilty look on her face breaking eye contact with photo 1 “Oh nothing much. I went to MowMow’s and ate alone.” Photo 1 looks at photo 3 with a face that shows she knows photo 3 is lying. Photo 1 then says with raised eyebrows “Mei, are you sure you were alone?” “Are you dating someone?” Photo 3 then says with a nervous look on her face while smiling “ No, no, nothing like that Sue I promise.” Photo 1 says with a relaxed face and tiny cute smirk looking at her pink iPhone “Well…..after you left for the gym I had gotten a new follower. It’s from the guy whose order I take at the coffee shop.” Photo 1 says “He came by the class right after you left for MowMow’s.” Photo 3 then says “Oh Wow!” “Your interested in someone?!” Photo 1 says with a red face blushing with her eyes close “No it’s not like that. And besides he’s interested in someone already, he’s just trying to get her attention.” Photo 3 then looks over at photo 1 and shrugs her shoulders with her eyes close with sly smirk and says “Well if you say so.” Photo 3 then ask” how did you find out he has someone he likes?” Photo 1 then says “He came over to the dorm to study.” (Panel close up to photo 3 face as she is shocked.) Panel close up to photo 1 laughing.
(The panel shows a college classroom lecture filled with college students) Photo 2 is wearing the outfit in photo 3 and he hair in a messy bun. Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo. Photo 1 and photo 2 are sitting the in the front row looking at the professor. (Panel shows a close up of 1 photo 2 and photo 1) (Panel shows the bell ringing in the class indicating that the lecture is over) Students begin to leave the classroom. Photo 1 then gets up to leave and says “You wanna go get some ramen?” Photo 2 is sitting down putting her Apple laptop in her bag and responds “Not today” “ I think I’m gonna head back to the dorm and study for a bit.” Photo 1 then has a sad face and says “Awwwww boo.” “Fine I guess I’ll go alone” Photo 2 then looks at photo 1 and says “Do you really want me to come?” Photo 1 smiles back and says “No, I’m kidding. Go ahead study I’ll see you when I get back.” Photo 2 then watches as photo 1 leaves the college classroom. Photo 2 smiles and begins to leave after putting apple laptop in her bag.
I really loved you, so much. Suddenly, Quay felt a prick in his nose, gasped softly, and his voice trembled. The moment he lowered his head and then raised it again, he saw Ashley rushing across the ice rink toward them. He's going to confess his love to Ariel. That's what Quay thought, just like everyone else. And when he saw the bright smile on Ashley's face, a slight pang of bitterness crossed his heart. He tried to prepare himself mentally; soon, Ashley would confess his love to Ariel and ask her to come back to him. And maybe they'd even share a kiss. Well, then, I'll congratulate him. Quay said this to himself and waited. Ashley glided on with incredible speed. But instead of stopping where his friends had gathered, he placed one hand on the barrier and jumped over it. Huh? Ashley's direction was a little odd. Ariel was on the other side, wasn't she? While Quee was still wondering, Ashley suddenly rushed over and was right beside him. Suddenly, Ashley pulled Quee into a tight embrace. What? Huh? What…? Quee’s eyes widened in shock. But before he could process what was happening, Ashley released his arms and gently cupped Quee’s face in his hands. Without giving Quee a moment to think, Ashley pressed his lips to Quee’s. Quee wasn’t the only one frozen in shock; the entire crowd was stunned. Before everyone’s astonished eyes, Ashley deepened the kiss, then slowly pulled away. Ashley’s face was flushed crimson. He looked directly into Quee’s eyes and said, “I love you, Quee. Will you go out with me?” Quee was so stunned he couldn’t move. No one said a word. But for Ashley, it didn’t matter. The only thing he wanted to hear at that moment was Koi's answer. The noise of the stands and the music still echoed around them, but it couldn't affect them in the slightest. I want fan art of this scene from the novel Lick Me Up If You Can.
A Highschool Girl From The Year 2005s Finds A Magic Phone On Her Way Home And A Male Highschool Student Finds The Same Magic Phone In The Year 2026 As When They Both Got Home The Male Checked Out The Phone And Facedtime The Only Number As There The Girl Picked Up
A Highschool Girl From The Year 2005s Finds A Magic Phone On Her Way Home And A Male Highschool Student Finds The Same Magic Phone In The Year 2026 As When They Both Got Home The Male Checked Out The Phone And Facedtime The Only Number As There The Girl Picked Up
Parallel world, Huaxia Dragon Kingdom, outside the gates of Modu University. The July breeze, carrying a hint of laziness, brushed past gently, announcing the arrival of the graduation season. Qin Yi, dressed in a black bachelor’s gown with a gray collar, held a bouquet of bright roses in his hands, seemingly unafraid of the scorching sun and indifferent to the countless curious or mocking gazes around him. His eyes were filled with a complex mix of apprehension and expectation, as if he were waiting for an unknown judgment. His gaze was locked on the school gate, silently counting the time in his heart, waiting for that familiar yet strange figure to appear. “Qin Yi, you have to promise me. When we graduate, we’ll wear our bachelor’s gowns together and take a commemorative photo at the school gate. You also have to prepare a big bouquet of roses for me, and then...” Memories flooded back like a tide, as those beautiful times spent with Su Mo replayed in Qin Yi’s mind like a movie. A smile unconsciously tugged at the corners of his mouth; those were the sweet memories that belonged to them. However, beautiful memories are always fleeting. A month ago, Su Mo suddenly initiated a breakup, without any warning or explanation. Her words were like a sharp knife, stabbing deeply into Qin Yi’s heart. “Qin Yi, thank you for taking care of me these past three years and giving me a carefree time in university.” “I used to hear people say that love in university has no results. Breaking up upon graduation is a curse that no one can escape.” “Back then, I didn’t believe it. I thought you were my Prince Charming. I once dreamed that we would be together forever, from the campus to marriage...” “But only now do I understand that I was wrong, completely wrong!” “Love without material substance is like a handful of sand; it doesn’t even need the wind to blow, it just scatters after a few steps.” “So, Qin Yi, you understand what I mean. Let go! If you still love me, don’t come looking for me again.” “For the rest of my life, it will no longer be you!” “Don’t miss me! Don’t reply!” These were the last few words Su Mo had left for Qin Yi on WeChat. Since then, the WeChat chat box between Qin Yi and Su Mo was filled with nothing but one red exclamation mark after another. Today is July 1st, the day the graduates of Modu University leave the campus. Qin Yi had taken an overnight green-skinned train from his hometown of Jingnan to Modu, just to fulfill that original promise. However, the moment he stood at the school gate, he realized how foolish and ridiculous he was. ... At ten o’clock in the morning, it was exceptionally lively outside the gates of Modu University. Students dragged their suitcases out of the campus in an endless stream, their faces filled with expectation for the future and reluctance to leave the past. Among the crowd, a young man in a bachelor’s gown was particularly eye-catching; he was Qin Yi. Although the air was thick with the humidity and sweltering heat of the Plum Rain Season, it did not dampen the enthusiasm of the onlookers. They gathered in small groups, their gazes focused on Qin Yi, as whispers rose and fell. “Hey, look at that guy. Isn’t that Qin Yi, the influential figure from our School of Economics?” a girl wearing glasses pointed at Qin Yi curiously and asked the classmate next to her. “Yes, yes, I remember now, it’s him!” a boy nearby added. “So it’s him. Why is he back now? Didn’t he have his graduation delayed?” a short-haired girl said curiously. “Delayed graduation? Why?” “Cough, you guys don’t know yet? It’s all over the school forum! They say Qin Yi’s family business ran into trouble and they owe a lot of money. Creditors go to his house every few days to demand payment. I heard that a while ago, his dad was even kidnapped by loan sharks and tortured quite badly...” a well-informed student said in a low voice. “Then he still dares to put on such a big show here? Isn’t he afraid the creditors will come knocking?” a tall boy joked. “Who knows, maybe he’s here for one last meeting. I heard that he and Su Mo, the department beauty of the Music Academy, have been dating since their sophomore year. Now Su Mo is really in the spotlight; I wonder if she’ll despise him.” a girl whispered. “Despise him? That’s for sure! If it were me, I would have said goodbye to him long ago. What’s the point of dating without money? It’s just a waste of youth,” a fashionably dressed girl said disdainfully. “Not necessarily. Maybe Su Mo is someone who values feelings. After all, they’ve been together for so long; there’s an emotional foundation,” a seemingly innocent girl defended Qin Yi. “Feelings? In this realistic society, can feelings put food on the table? Just wait and see, Su Mo will definitely break up with him,” a boy wearing headphones asserted coldly. The onlookers discussed fervently, each expressing their own opinions. Some sympathized with Qin Yi’s plight, while others sneered at his behavior. ... Listening to the discussions around him, Qin Yi’s heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. He silently lowered his eyes, and the bouquet of roses in his hand swayed gently in the breeze, as if also recounting his loneliness and helplessness... Yeah, what am I doing back here? Ever since the family business met its Waterloo, those relatives who used to be so warm and welcoming have stayed away as if avoiding a plague, fearing they would be dragged into the turmoil. Come to think of it, Su Mo probably broke up with me for the same reason. Just as Qin Yi was torn in his heart about whether he should quietly leave, another commotion arose in the crowd... “Hey, hey, the main character is out! Want to bet? I bet the great department beauty Su will definitely break up with this kid! How about the loser treats everyone?” “A bet’s a bet. I bet Su Mo will stay loyal. After all, it’s a three-year relationship; it can’t just end like that...” ... Qin Yi took a deep breath, summoned his courage, and looked up toward the school gate. Su Mo’s figure came into view. She was still radiant, with exquisite makeup and a charming smile. Her white lace dress fluttered gently in the wind, like a blooming white lotus. “Mo...” The words reached his lips, but Qin Yi forced them back down. Only because of the look Su Mo had just given him. When Su Mo saw Qin Yi, the smile on her face instantly froze, replaced by undisguised disdain and disgust. However, her gaze only lingered on Qin Yi’s face for a brief moment before immediately moving past him to look at the street behind him, her eyes filled with a bit of panic, as if she were worried about being seen by someone. A moment later, as if a weight had been lifted, Su Mo shifted her gaze back to Qin Yi and walked quickly toward him, her high heels making a crisp “da-da” sound against the ground. “What are you doing here! Didn’t I tell you everything on WeChat?! Can’t you understand? Do I really have to break up with you in person? Fine! Then I’ll tell you one more time! We’ve broken up! Acting like this now only makes me look down on you even more!” Su Mo’s tone was full of disdain and mockery, as if having Qin Yi as an ex was a very shameful thing. The surrounding crowd began to whisper, and the sound of discussion rose and fell. “See, I told you. How could Su Mo still be interested in this fallen Rich Second Generation?” “Sigh, Qin Yi is just asking for trouble. Knowing what kind of person Su Mo is, he still had to pull this stunt.” “I get it, Qin Yi just can’t let go... I heard that when this department beauty Su was dating Qin Yi, she made him spend quite a bit of money on her... Now that Qin Yi’s family is bankrupt, she wants to break up... That’s really heartless!” “I don’t like hearing that. How can you say it’s heartless? Haven’t you heard the saying, ’Husband and wife are like birds in the same forest, but they fly their separate ways when disaster strikes’? If it’s like that for married couples, let alone just a pair of lovers.” “Sigh, yeah. Who would want to be saddled with a mountain of debt right after graduation...” ... Qin Yi’s throat moved as he gripped the bouquet of roses tightly. He knew he was in a wretched state right now, but he still summoned the courage to hand the bouquet to Su Mo. “Momo, do you still remember the promise you made to me when we first started dating?” Hearing this, Su Mo’s expression froze slightly, and a ripple of emotion stirred deep in her heart. “You said that when we graduate, you wanted me to prepare a bouquet of roses for you, and we would wear our bachelor’s gowns together...” However, before Qin Yi could finish, he was interrupted by Su Mo’s impatient wave of her hand. “Qin Yi, stop deceiving yourself! You think doing this will make me change my mind? I’m telling you, it’s impossible! We’ve already broken up. To me, you are nothing now!” “Momo, I didn’t come here today to pester you. I just wanted to fulfill our promise and put a full stop to this relationship.” Qin Yi’s voice was a bit choked. But Su Mo interrupted him impatiently: “Qin Yi, you are truly laughably naive! Do you think doing this can win me back? I’m telling you, it’s over between us! You have nothing now; what do you have to love me with? Just your words?” Qin Yi’s heart felt as if it had been pierced by a sharp blade. He was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly: “Momo, I know I have nothing right now, but I believe I will stand up again. Give me a little time, and I will prove to you that I, Qin Yi, am not someone who only speaks empty words.” Su Mo shook her head coldly: “Qin Yi, stop dreaming! Besides, I’ve already found a new partner; his family background is better than yours, and he’s richer than you. My life now is something you can’t even imagine. So, please don’t show up in front of me again. From now on, we are strangers!” Although Qin Yi had already had a premonition, when these cold and heartless words came out of Su Mo’s mouth, he still felt as if he had been struck by a ruthless heavy hammer. The last faint glimmer of hope in his heart shattered, and it felt as if something had split open in his chest, the pain making it almost impossible for him to breathe. The bouquet of roses that he had been holding tightly now seemed to have lost all its vitality, the petals drooping as if also mourning for this lost relationship. The onlookers also began to chime in with their discussions. “Those words are a bit too much. After all, they were together for three years; there’s no need to be so harsh.” Someone said indignantly. “Yeah, I really didn’t expect that Su Mo, who usually looks so gentle and harmless, would say such hurtful words.” Someone shook their head and sighed. “This is a typical ’Green Tea’; she acts pure and harmless on the surface, but in reality, she’s very calculating.” Someone commented disdainfully. “Sigh, Qin Yi is really pitiful. Being hurt by someone like that, I’m afraid it’ll be hard for him to believe in love again.” Someone sighed sympathetically. “Sigh, sweet words when there’s money, but turning cold and heartless when there’s none.” Someone lamented indignantly. Accused by those around her, Su Mo’s expression gradually became awkward. Her gaze toward Qin Yi, beyond disdain, now held a few more hints of disgust. Just as the atmosphere was about to reach a freezing point, a sharp car horn pierced the silence, drawing everyone’s attention. “Beep, beep, beep—” Everyone turned their heads to see a dazzling yellow sports car speeding over like a shooting star, coming to a steady stop on the street not far away. The sports car had sleek lines and a dazzling luster. The scissor doors slowly rose, and a man wearing sunglasses stepped out with a flourish. “Wow, a sports car! So cool!” “Oh my god, isn’t that the latest Maserati MC20? I heard it costs over three million to get one!” “Holy crap, for real? That expensive?!” “The guy in sunglasses is so handsome, such a strong aura. He’s totally my ideal type!” “He seems to be looking at me... Should I go up and strike up a conversation?” ... The onlookers instantly erupted into a frenzy. Emotions of envy, jealousy, and desire intertwined, forming an indescribable atmosphere. Su Mo’s gaze also shifted away from Qin Yi. When she saw the man in sunglasses walking toward her, her eyes immediately shimmered with a gentle light. Qin Yi watched this, feeling a sharp pang in his heart. Once upon a time, Su Mo used to look at him with such tenderness... Just as the man in sunglasses was about to reach Su Mo, she suddenly lowered her voice and said angrily to Qin Yi, “Qin Yi! Leave quickly. If you don’t care about your Face, I still care about mine!” No sooner had she spoken than the man in sunglasses stood before her. He glanced at Qin Yi, a mocking curve forming at the corner of his mouth. What happened next left the onlookers even more dumbfounded. Disregarding the gazes of Qin Yi and the crowd, the man in sunglasses reached out to wrap his arm around Su Mo’s waist, pulled her into his embrace, and kissed her deeply on the lips. “Whoa—” The onlookers couldn’t help but gasp. Qin Yi’s mind went blank, feeling a surge of rage rising from the bottom of his heart. The bouquet of roses in his hand slipped weakly to the ground. The veins on his forehead bulged, and his fists clenched until they cracked. A moment later, the man in sunglasses separated from Su Mo. He reached out to toy with her hair, his Face full of triumph. After all, kissing the department beauty in front of so many people gave any man a lot of Face. Not to mention, it was right in front of Qin Yi, the ex! Men simply loved to “show off” their affection in front of a woman’s ex to satisfy their own vanity. “Mo Mo, who is he!” Qin Yi’s gaze was like a torch, staring fixedly at the man in sunglasses. He gritted his teeth as if to crush the anger in his heart. The man in sunglasses turned leisurely, his hand sliding down Su Mo’s back. He inadvertently increased his grip, pulling Su Mo close to him, then sized Qin Yi up provocatively. Su Mo felt a bit of pain, but she still feigned a look of happiness on her Face. At this moment, as if declaring his sovereignty, the man in sunglasses pulled his shades down slightly, revealing his arrogant and smug Face with a mocking smile. “Wang Hao!” Qin Yi’s eyes widened. He looked at Wang Hao in disbelief, then turned his gaze back to Su Mo, his voice trembling as he asked, “Mo Mo, you... how can you be with him? Don’t you know? He’s just a scumbag who toys with feelings! He changes girlfriends faster than he changes clothes! You’ll suffer if you’re with him!” Su Mo frowned, her Face showing disgust again as she glared at Qin Yi. “Qin Yi! What right do you have to talk about Brother Hao? I’ve already broken up with you! It’s none of your business who I’m with!” Wang Hao let go of Su Mo, walked up to Qin Yi, circled him, and said in a deliberately mocking tone, “Oho, oho... I wondered which devoted lover it was, but it’s actually Young Master Qin. What’s the matter? Has everything at Young Master Qin’s home been settled? Speaking of which, it’s been about half a year since we last met... Why are you still wearing a graduation gown in this heat? Aren’t you hot?” As Wang Hao spoke, he tugged at the graduation gown Qin Yi was wearing with a look of extreme disdain. Qin Yi clenched his fists, veins bulging as he glared at Wang Hao. “My business is none of your concern!” Wang Hao had never gotten along with Qin Yi; they were classmates. Previously, their family backgrounds were similar, but not only was Qin Yi’s family wealthy, his grades in school were also better than Wang Hao’s. Most importantly, Qin Yi was more handsome than him, so Wang Hao had been overshadowed by Qin Yi in every way during their college years. But who could have imagined that as graduation approached, Qin Yi’s family company would go bankrupt due to a broken capital chain. Not only that, according to Su Mo, Qin Yi’s father also owed a large amount of high-interest debt—the kind that ordinary people couldn’t pay off in several lifetimes even without eating or drinking... When he heard this news, Wang Hao couldn’t have been happier. He thought he had to find an opportunity to thoroughly humiliate Qin Yi and vent his hatred! Unfortunately, as soon as trouble hit Qin Yi’s home, he took a leave of absence and went back. Thus, Wang Hao could only set his sights on Su Mo. For a man, what could be more humiliating than having his woman touched by another? Originally, Wang Hao thought Qin Yi and Su Mo’s relationship was very strong, and it might take some effort. But who knew that Su Mo, who appeared pure and innocent like a white lotus on the surface, was actually a total gold-digger at heart. So, after Qin Yi took his leave and left the school, Wang Hao launched an offensive on Su Mo, showering her with various luxury goods and high-end restaurants regardless of the cost. Finally, a month ago, Su Mo was completely conquered by Wang Hao. At the same time, Wang Hao also learned about Qin Yi’s family matters from Su Mo. The posts on the campus forum about the bankruptcy of Qin Yi’s family were also spread by Wang Hao. Now that he had encountered Qin Yi again, Wang Hao naturally wouldn’t let this chance slip by. He had to “kick the dog while it’s down”! At this point, more and more people were gathering. Su Mo didn’t want things to become public knowledge either; after all, it wasn’t good for her reputation. So, Su Mo lowered her voice and said softly to Wang Hao, “Brother Hao, ignore him. It’s so hot outside, let’s go...” How could Wang Hao listen to Su Mo? He glanced at the roses on the ground and let out a disdainful chuckle. “Hehe, what did Young Master Qin just call me? A scumbag?” As Wang Hao spoke, his hand reached out recklessly to touch Su Mo’s Face. He hooked her chin with his finger and once again, provocatively and roughly, kissed her on the lips. It wasn’t until Su Mo felt she couldn’t breathe properly that Wang Hao let go of her, looking at Qin Yi with a provocative gaze. “Young Master Qin is right! Compared to Young Master Qin’s devotion, I, Wang Hao, am a bit of a scumbag. But so what? I have money! I’m happy to spend money on women. Especially ones like Mo Mo!” “You!” Qin Yi stared at Wang Hao in fury, his fists clenched tight, his eyes looking as if they wanted to devour him. In the past, Wang Hao might have been wary of Qin Yi, as their families were of equal strength. But now, Qin Yi’s actions in Wang Hao’s eyes were nothing more than impotent rage. So, Wang Hao continued to provoke him. “What about ’you’? What? Want to hit me? I’m so scared...” Wang Hao took two more steps toward Qin Yi with a sleazy look, fearlessly thrusting his Face in front of Qin Yi’s. “Come on, hit me right here!” Infuriated, Qin Yi was about to strike out and teach this bastard a lesson. But unexpectedly, Wang Hao let out a cold laugh. “Think carefully! If this punch lands, you’ll either pay up or go to jail!” Qin Yi hesitated... If this were half a year ago, he would have thrown that punch without any hesitation! But now, he no longer had the capital to bear the consequences of that punch. If he were arrested, not only would his studies be affected, but it would also place an even greater burden on his parents... His family could no longer afford it... Thinking of this, Qin Yi backed down, his clenched fists slowly loosening. Seeing this, Wang Hao gave a cold smile and spat disdainfully. “Pah! Dammit, you coward! You’ve got no strength, yet you’re so damn good at putting on an act!” After saying that, Wang Hao lifted his foot and, as if trying to crush Qin Yi to death, stomped hard on the bouquet of roses on the ground. Those once delicate flowers were ruthlessly crushed, and Qin Yi’s heart broke along with them. His dignity, his love, his everything—at this moment, they were all trampled underfoot by this bastard Wang Hao... Qin Yi lowered his eyes, disheartened, wanting only to turn around and leave. But Wang Hao had no intention of letting Qin Yi off so easily! The humiliation wasn’t enough! “Stop! Did I say you could leave?!” Qin Yi looked up, his eyes flashing with the light of anger. “Wang Hao! Don’t you fucking go too far!” he roared. Wang Hao showed no fear; instead, he became even more arrogant. “Too far? I’ll show you what ’too far’ means!” He snatched the bag from Su Mo’s shoulder, pulled out a few bills, and threw them in Qin Yi’s Face. “Take this money as compensation for you!” Having said that, Wang Hao was about to turn and leave, but then seemed to remember something. He leaned into Qin Yi’s ear and whispered another mockery. “By the way, there’s one thing I almost forgot to tell you! I took Su Mo’s first time! Qin Yi, should I call you devoted or just stupid? I really didn’t expect that after being with Su Mo for three years, she was still a virgin... Back then, you were rich and handsome, so why didn’t you just take her? Could it be that your equipment doesn’t work? But I should still thank you for that! Don’t worry, after my day-and-night training during this time, she’s very familiar with all kinds of positions now! Oh, by the way, I have plenty of videos and photos on my phone. If you’re interested, I don’t mind letting you have a look! After all, sharing joy is better than keeping it to yourself...” Qin Yi was completely enraged. “Wang Hao! Fuck your ancestors!” He threw a punch toward Wang Hao’s Face. Since Wang Hao had chosen to use this matter to completely provoke Qin Yi, he was naturally prepared. He quickly retreated and grabbed Su Mo, pulling her in front of him. Wang Hao was different from Qin Yi; he wouldn’t cherish Su Mo just because she was his woman now. To him, women were nothing more than playthings! He, Wang Hao, wouldn’t be as stupid as Qin Yi and get hurt for a woman! “Ah...” Su Mo screamed and closed her eyes, terrified. Qin Yi’s punch stalled in mid-air; he hesitated. Taking the opportunity, Wang Hao raised his leg and kicked Qin Yi hard in the abdomen. Qin Yi staggered back in pain, glaring at Wang Hao. “Wang Hao! You bastard! You actually used a woman as a shield!” he roared. “Hahaha, Qin Yi! If I say you’re stupid, you really are! Think carefully! Can you afford the consequences of hitting me? Think about your dad, think about your mom, think about the debts your family owes! You useless trash!” Qin Yi looked at Wang Hao, his eyes nearly bursting. His fists clenched tighter and tighter, but in the end, he let go... Some of the people around shook their heads and sighed, feeling the injustice for Qin Yi; others mocked him, calling him a spineless coward... But only Qin Yi knew that although he had lost, he hadn’t lost to Wang Hao, but to his family ties! Seeing Qin Yi like this, Wang Hao laughed loudly and turned around, his hand recklessly resting on Su Mo’s perky butt, squeezing it at will. “Let’s go! Dammit, I’m happy today! Which bag did you mention last time?” “Oh, you’re so annoying, Brother Hao, so many people are watching...” Su Mo pressed close to Wang Hao, pulling his wandering arm around her waist. Her voice was extremely artificial, as if she had already forgotten how Wang Hao had just used her as a human shield. “Let them look! Let them watch...” Soon, amidst gazes of either envy or disdain, Wang Hao and Su Mo got into the yellow sports car. Then, the engine roared, and the yellow sports car thundered away from Modu University. Seeing that the main parties had left, the onlookers also lost interest. Meanwhile, Qin Yi remained standing there dazed. A clear footprint had been added to his graduation gown. A few hundred-yuan bills were scattered on the ground, drifting in the breeze along with the crushed rose petals.
Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2 with a black bag on her shoulder with her hair in a messy bun. Photo 3 is wearing a black jack and a black t-shirt underneath with black pants. Photo 1 and photo 3 are walking side by side in the college hallway. Photo 1 then ask photo 3 “So, No bodyguard today?” Photo 3 answers “He’s just taking care of some business for me.” Photo 1 then says “ Oh that’s so cool, you’ve got someone to run your errands. “So do you have any plans for tonight?” Photo 3 says “No, did you have something in mind?” Photo 1 then says with a nervous expression “ Oh no!” “ I’m just gonna head back to my dorm and study.” Photo 3 then ask “That sounds fun, do you mind if I join?” Photo 1 then blushes and says “Sure, I’m the next floor down.” Photo 3 then smirks handsomely. Photo 1 and 3 are now in the elevator going down to the second floor. (Panel shows front veil of photo 1 looking to skew with a blushing red face, and photo 2 is looking ahead smirking
المشهد الاول يظهر مبنى مدرسي الصورة الاولى الصورة الثانية ثم لافتة معلقة على فصل يكتب عليها تسجيل المستجدين الصورة الرابعة فصل اطفال روضة واسع والوانه جميلة وفيه شرفة كبيرة وتجلس المعلمه إلينا على كرسي وأمامها طفل يجبس بجانبه والديه يجلسون يظهر وجه إلينا فقط والطالب والوالدين من الخلف اجل المبنى والفصل عصري تقليدي
love story
Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2. Photo 1 is laying on a bed in a bedroom decorated for a girl. Photo 1 is scrolling on intstagram. Photo 1 then gets a new follower notification from photo 3 with the profile name “Taeha Beom”. Photo 1 then looks at the profile of photo 3. (Panel shows close up of the phone. The profile show photos of photo 3 in places like dark living rooms, it shows food and it all his photos he is wearing a black suit. Photo 1 thinks “Seems like black is his favorite color” Photo 1 then sends a message to photo 3 that says “ Hey 👋🏻 “ Panel cuts to photo 3 sitting in the living of a luxury apartment with black furniture. Photo 3 is wearing a black t-shirt, grey pants and black socks. Photo 3 is smirking handsomely. Photo 3 then replies “Hey 👋🏻”
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AI與人情味 角色 奶奶、AI機器人、孫女 四格腳本 第1格 奶奶用AI寫生日卡片。 第2格 AI快速生成內容。 第3格 奶奶親手加上一句話： 「奶奶永遠愛你。」 第4格 孫女感動擁抱。 台詞：「科技方便，但心意最重要！」
Короткий establishing. • север, империя, война, Амор, герцогство Сайтдфейт • карета Клода • приезд в поместье • холл • Жозефина • молчаливый проход мимо нее Это сразу задает: статус атмосферу характер Клода ________________________________________ Scene 2 — Комната Клода • он входит • снимает перчатки • бросает на стол • взгляд по комнате Финальная мысль: Ничего нового. Крупный план глаз. ________________________________________ Scene 3 — Сад Первая встреча с Одри. • беседка • Зои болтает • Одри работает • Клод замечает ее • подходит Первый диалог. Первый зрительный контакт. Первый отказ. ________________________________________ Cliffhanger: Крупный план лица Клода. Едва заметная улыбка. "...интересно."