Chapter 3 — Translating into the Male Lead's Practical Girlfriend

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I stayed in the bathroom for a while. Splash water on your face, trying to dispel the remaining alcohol vapor from your skin. When I returned to the room, I stood at the door and was about to push in— From the crack in the door that wasn't tightly closed, I heard vague voices echoing:
"I asked on purpose. Have you seen her embarrassed face? I'm dying of laughter."
I immediately recognized that voice, it was the person who asked me where I went to school.
"I've investigated before. She dropped out of middle school and went to a factory to turn screws before she was old enough. Isn't this the type of girl who works in a factory that people often talk about on the internet these days? Ha ha ha!"
Laughter rang out once. To Nhu Yen's gentle voice rang out, carrying a bit of helplessness:
“But you shouldn't embarrass her in front of everyone like that.”
The other person looked unconvinced:
"I just feel uncomfortable! She keeps clinging to Yen An like a toad. Tell me, is she better than you? One day Yen An will wake up and realize that you are ten thousand times better than her."
… I don't want to listen anymore. I sent a message to Giang Yen An, then turned around to leave. But as soon as I raised my head, I saw a pair of deep black eyes. Giang Yen An stood not far away, the dim light shining on his face, making it impossible for me to see his expression clearly. The sounds of discussion in the room grew louder and louder
clear hope between me and him. I pursed my lips, bowed my head and walked away, but when passing by Giang Yen An, my wrist was suddenly grabbed by him.
“Let's go home together.”
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Leaving the bar, the sky outside was completely dark. Giang Yen An opened the bag in her hand and gave it to me:
"You're not feeling well, don't drink alcohol or cold water."
I looked at the hot milk box he gave me, looked at it for a long time, but didn't accept it. The memory of this script appeared in my mind, I followed the original dialogue:
"Giang Yen An, do you also despise me? Seeing that I have nothing to be proud of, feeling that I'm just a girl working in a factory, a laughing stock among you students?"
Since coming here, this is the first time I called him by his correct name. In the original script, I was supposed to be angry, my temper rising so much that I even gave him a slap on the ear. But now, my voice is extremely calm. The hot milk box, because it had been left outside for too long, had begun to cool. School festival
ended a long time ago, but the image of To Nhu Yen on stage still appears in my mind. Noble, radiant, brilliant. The more I stand out in the darkness, faint and invisible. Actually, what they said was not wrong. I am greedy for profit, have a bad temper, and am not highly educated. I'm just a catalyst between you and To Nhu Yen, a backdrop to make them stand out. I waited for Giang Yen An to feel disgusted, waiting for him to blame me for causing unreasonable things. But what I didn't expect was— Giang Yen An suddenly hugged me
into my arms, his fingers gently wiped away the tears at the corner of my eyes.
“So do you know what they said about me?”
"When I first entered the school, I carried a large sack with me. On the first day, everyone was talking about it. They said they didn't expect that in this era there were still people from the countryside carrying sacks containing urea."
Giang Yen An raised his hand to signal, his voice calm:
"That bag was carefully washed and dried by my grandmother before giving it to me to store blankets and blankets."
“I even brought a jar of homemade chili sauce to give to others, but they said it was unhygienic.”
"After To Nhu Yen confessed his love to me in front of everyone, I got a new nickname: a poor man who wants to cling to women's skirts."
In the story, the male protagonist's college period is only briefly mentioned in a few lines. The book only says he was poor, despised, and ridiculed. But because it is a story about the male protagonist rising from adversity, he will soon rise up and gradually become the school's male god. But in
In fact, the humiliations we have experienced cannot be erased with just a few sentences.
“So don't pay attention to those rumors, because they are always one-sided and harsh.”
“What we need to do is not judge others, but we also don't need to be too strict with ourselves.”
“With different backgrounds and family circumstances, it will be difficult to gain true understanding.”
At this time, we unconsciously walked to the front door of the house. The street light bulb outside the motel room was broken and blinked continuously. Giang Yen An stopped walking and took something out of her shirt. Not knowing when, he hid the milk carton inside his body. The milk carton was already cold, but thanks to his body's warmth, it gradually warmed up. He opened the lid and gave me the milk carton. I pursed my lips, this time I didn't refuse anymore but accepted.
“Thanh Thanh.”
Giang Yen An's eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky. His voice is warm, serious yet gentle:
“Do you want to go back to school?”
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I sat on the sofa for a long time. This morning, Giang Yen An had class so she left home early. I kept biting my nails, thinking about his question last night. He asked me if I wanted to go back to school, my first reaction was to immediately refuse. Studying is too difficult, university entrance exams are even more difficult, not to mention tuition and living expenses are also a big problem. Since childhood, I have
I always hear adults say that. My life and the original owner's are strangely similar—both dropped out of school early, both entered society at a very young age. I was born in a poor countryside, every house was difficult, my house didn't even have running water. When I was 15 years old, I was forced to drop out of school. I still clearly remember my father's angry face at that time:
"Do you want to get married or work? Raising you this much, eating so much rice, if you don't make money, I should have strangled you from the beginning when you were born!"
I chose to go to work and go south with the girls in the village. Because I'm not old enough, I can only work as a hairdresser, my salary is only a quarter of other people's, enough to make ends meet. Three years later, I was old enough to enter the factory. I used to work at an instant noodle factory, a phone factory, and a beverage factory. On the assembly line, there were many girls the same age as me. The work in the factory is very hard, but the salary is high. Every time we get paid, it's the first thing everyone wants to buy
is a new iPhone. But I have to send money back to my hometown for my mother's medical treatment. I think I hate her. She gave birth to me, but she couldn't protect me. Girls my age are still going to school, and on weekends they hang out together, eat, drink, and have fun. And I was in the factory, my hands were rough and full of scars from working. But before I left, my mother secretly stuffed 500 yuan into my pocket. That amount of money came from the summer days she spent sunbathing, hunched over and digging radishes for ten hours a day. She did not allow it
I have so much love, but sometimes there are still warm moments like that. Therefore, I cannot truly love her, but I cannot completely hate her either. I always knew that the learning path was very difficult. It requires a stable family, supportive parents. Need money, need time. Poor kids can't wait until they're 22 to start making money. So, when Giang Yen An asked me, my first reaction was to refuse. But now, I'm a little hesitant. Out there,
The bustling and bustling atmosphere of the city echoed through the window. The weather forecast said it would rain today, but now the sky is clear and cloudless. Therefore, what has been experienced is not necessarily the correct truth, right? Maybe I don't need a family, don't need parents, don't need to worry too much. As long as I want, as long as I try, as long as I persevere. Studying... maybe it's not that difficult, right?
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Giang Yen An returned, holding a large box in her hand. Inside are full of textbooks and exercise books.
“First, review the middle school curriculum.”
“Then learn basic high school knowledge, then slowly practice.”
I opened the middle school textbook, everything before my eyes was unfamiliar. I thought I had forgotten all the poems and essays I had memorized over the years. But no, turning a page, I unconsciously remembered what was written on the back. The room's soundproofing is not good, the sound of dry coughs and screams is always interrupted
equal to my studies. Later, Giang Yen An told the teacher that I could study in an empty room at school. When I finished school and waited for Giang Yen An, I ran into To Nhu Yen again. She looked at the book I held in my hand, clearly a bit surprised. I reflexively hid the math exercise book behind my back, not understanding why I did that. I didn't want her to see, holding high school books in front of To Nhu Yen made me feel embarrassed.
"Are you willing to open the book now? I thought you only knew how to sit in your room, eat snacks, and play games."
"Finally realized that I'm not worthy of Yen An, so I started trying?"
To Nhu Yen always speaks so harshly. I responded immediately: "You're too generous." For some reason, she approached me, seemingly planning to say something more. Just when Giang Yen An finished school. I don't want to waste time arguing with her. I glanced at her, sarcastically:
"Not as good as you, rich lady who lives in luxury, and even condescends to talk to factory girls like me. Aren't you afraid of polluting your noble atmosphere?"