Zhang Zhaomu inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine.
Why does Duan Chan'er's gaze seem to be getting increasingly dangerous?
Zhang Zhaomu suddenly realized he had been a bit hasty. The girl in front of him seemed to care more about being exposed than he had imagined. If he directly revealed her true identity, wouldn't she become overly embarrassed and turn into a yandere?
It's not easy for everyone to get along so well, and besides, we haven't even had lunch yet!
We need to find a way to ease the current atmosphere.
Zhang Zhaomu's mind raced, and suddenly a thought struck him. Maintaining his previous expression of surprise, he said, " Bing Chan... Duan Chan'er, speaking of which, this pen name is quite similar to your name."
"Heh... hehe..." Duan Chan'er let out a dull laugh, her gaze sweeping around the living room.
The stool is a bit too heavy and not very handy. A kitchen knife? Too dangerous...
There looks like there's a rolling pin in the cabinet?
"Let me guess." Zhang Zhaomu stared at Duan Chan'er, feigning sudden realization. "This Bing Chan, could it be—"
"That's right!" Duan Chan'er took a step back, interrupting Zhang Zhaomu.
In the end, they gave up on the idea of hitting him on the back of the head to cause him to lose his memory.
Putting aside the fact that this is unscientific and illegal, given the size difference between the two, it's clearly impossible for them to do such a thing.
Forget it, let's just destroy it.
Duan Chan'er gave up struggling.
You guessed right.
She sighed and lowered her eyes.
I finally made friends, but I never expected it to end in such an unexpected way... No matter how the class monitor reacts, I have no face to continue interacting with them.
No, let alone getting along, just thinking about the strange looks the other person would give her later made Duan Chan'er want to just disappear.
Looks like I'll have to move. Or maybe I should transfer schools. Anyway, it doesn't seem to make much difference which school I attend.
"You actually guessed right?" Zhang Zhaomu's tone was a little excited. "So, Bing Chan author of that book, 'I Just Wanted to Strive, But I Was Surrounded by Beautiful Women,' is your father?"
Duan Chan'er glared at Zhang Zhaomu, and immediately became angry.
If you guessed it, you guessed it, so why did you have to read the title out loud? Seeing a title like this online is fine, but hearing it read aloud in person feels like having your underwear blatantly pulled down and slapped in the face!
Wait a minute--
Duan Chan'er belatedly realized that something seemed off about Zhang Zhaomu's words.
She thought for a moment.
"It's my... dad?"
Wait, wait, wait!
"How could you guess that Bing Chan' is my father's pen name?" She didn't even realize that asking such a question would make her more suspicious, and she couldn't help but blurt it out.
"That's easy to deduce," Zhang Zhaomu quickly explained. "First of all, the address and phone number on the package are correct, so we can rule out the possibility of it being sent to the wrong address."
"Secondly, this pen name contains the character for 'cicada,' which clearly indicates that it is related to you."
"If I hadn't read that novel, I would have guessed that the Bing Chan was you."
At this point, Zhang Zhaomu's tone was somewhat smug. "But I do have a certain sensitivity to texts. The author of that kind of novel is clearly a very experienced middle-aged man. Many of the plot points could never have been written by a girl like you."
"And the range of middle-aged men connected to you is very small."
"Therefore, combining all the clues above, there is only one truth!"
" The Bing Chan' is your father! He chose that pen name because your nickname is Chan'er. The package was sent to you so he could show off his achievements to his daughter. Am I right?"
Duan Chan'er: "..."
"That's right! Bing Chan is my dad!" She nodded vigorously.
He actually... escaped unscathed?
She felt as if she had suddenly ascended from hell to heaven.
No one else could come up with such a completely contradictory reasoning. Luckily, it was the class monitor... This guy is a simple-minded, straightforward guy. In his mind, I still seem to be the literary girl from school, which is why he ruled out the possibility that I might be Bing Chan from the very beginning.
Reasonable.
She gave him a thumbs up and praised, "You even guessed that, class monitor! You're so smart!"
"It's alright, it's alright." Zhang Zhaomu waved his hand. "I just had a little bit of quick wit."
call--
He breathed a sigh of relief.
They got away with it!
Judging from Duan Chan'er's expression just now, Zhang Zhaomu had a premonition that once this unspoken understanding was revealed on the spot, it would become extremely difficult to handle.
That's why he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He remembered that when he chatted with Duan Chan'er online, she always spoke in the tone of a middle-aged man and liked to project her own persona onto her so-called daughter.
Switching them over seems to work too.
Although this speculation is somewhat far-fetched, it seems that Duan Chan'er has no doubts, or rather, she is unwilling to doubt them...
"However, class monitor, please don't tell anyone that my dad is writing online novels," Duan Chan'er suddenly remembered and quickly reminded her.
I don't want word to get out that my dad comes to the school for a parent-teacher conference and suddenly finds out he has the title of a famous online novelist, and one that's borderline harem fiction at that. His expression will probably be priceless.
Old Deng is very concerned about his image and hates the superficial things on the internet. He'd be skinned alive if things went wrong.
So he quickly added, "His work environment is quite serious; writing online novels is just a hobby, and he doesn't want too many people to know."
"Don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped," Zhang Zhaomu quickly assured him.
"I trust the class monitor!" Duan Chan'er nodded in satisfaction.
Zhang Zhaomu sniffed and said, "Why does it smell burnt?"
Duan Chan'er's expression changed drastically:
"Oh no! My shrimp!!!"
Because of the commemorative medal incident, she completely forgot that she was cooking!
Rushing back to the kitchen, Duan Chan'er saw the shrimp in the pot had turned black and charred. She was on the verge of tears. "It's all burnt. There's no way to salvage it."
"Sorry, class monitor, we can't have the spicy shrimp anymore. We don't have time to make a substitute meat dish. How about we order takeout?"
"Why go to all that trouble?" Zhang Zhaomu waved his hand. "Don't we still have green pepper and preserved egg stir-fry and seaweed and egg soup? Two dishes for two people isn't enough, is it?"
"I could eat several bowls of plain white rice."
Even so, Duan Chan'er still felt a little guilty and said:
"That won't do. I promised to cook you something delicious, but you ruined it because of my mistake."
"Okay, I'll make it for you again tomorrow at noon!"