Rebirth: The Comeback of the Girl-Chapter 897 - 896: Are You Happy Now?

After breakfast the next day, Han Mingyue took his brother Han Jiayang, who was dressed in Hanfu, and left.

Zhen Yu, on the other hand, still had her painting to continue! So she assigned the task of posting on the BBS to her brother.

"Bro, your task today is to post those photos where we dressed up like ancient characters on Yitahutu and Shuimu Qinghua!"

"Just these two?" Zhen Yan was a bit surprised, "There are so many BBS online, why not post on more?!"

"You don’t get it!" Zhen Yu said mysteriously, "These two BBS are the most popular in the nationwide college internet community culture! Especially Shuimu Qinghua! College BBS are where young people gather! So if Han Jiayang can become popular on these two BBS, it’s far better than posting on a bunch of less influential BBS!"

"Alright! You’re right about everything! I’ll just go ahead and post then!" Zhen Yan shrugged, sounding very perfunctory.

"Just posting is not enough! You also have to bump the posts!" Zhen Yu, having experienced this era, knew well how things worked!

So she gave a professional tip on how to ’build the thread’.

"When you’re posting, first choose the best photo as the headline picture! Then build the thread with one picture per floor!"

As soon as he heard this, Zhen Yan pulled a long face, "That’s so troublesome!"

But Zhen Yu completely ignored her brother’s complaints!

"Make sure to post on the image section! Don’t post in the wrong place and get it deleted by the moderator!"

While observing her own painting and mulling over where she should start today, she continued, "Turn on all three computers, register several accounts! Take turns to bump the posts! The higher the thread, the better!"

"Oh my!" Zhen Yan cried out, "This is such a tedious task..."

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Eventually, Zhen Yan resigned himself to the task and started busying himself with it.

He worked until noon when Zhen Yu said she was hungry, prompting Zhen Yan to stretch his limbs and go downstairs to buy lunch.

After lunch, the siblings each returned to their own tasks.

Around 3 p.m., Han Mingyue and Han Jiayang returned together to Zhen Yu’s house.

Upon his return, Han Jiayang was exceptionally cheerful, "I feel I performed extraordinarily today! And Zhen Yan, do you guys know? There were many people outside the exam venue taking photos of us with cameras, snapping pictures of the girls! There were quite a few holding microphones, coming up to interview me!"

"Oh? What did the interviewers ask you? How did you respond?" As soon as Zhen Yu heard this, she immediately pursued the topic!

"Uh, cough!"

Han Jiayang felt slightly uneasy, coughed lightly, and then answered, "Most of them asked why I was dressed in ancient costume for the artistic exam! Only one person guessed randomly, asking if I had just rushed from a film crew and didn’t have time to change clothes! Ha... But there was one person I really disliked! She immediately asked whether my brother and I were both taking the exam? I said no! Yet she wanted my brother to take off his mask for a photo, saying she wanted to see if we brothers looked alike... So I challenged her, ’Are you interviewing the examinees or the parents?’, to which she surprisingly replied, ’I can interview both!’"

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After narrating this segment, Han Jiayang’s emotions rose suddenly!

He burst out with a "Pfft!"

Then continued, "She wasn’t that pretty, but thought quite beautifully! I’ve never seen such a clueless woman! My brother repeatedly emphasized his refusal for interviews, yet she still pestered us! Then I couldn’t hold back and retorted her!"

"Ha!" Zhen Yu was at a loss, not knowing what to say!

So she could only ask dryly, "How did you retort?"

Upon hearing the question, Han Jiayang instantaneously reenacted his expression at the time! He first rolled his eyes, then said dramatically, "My brother clearly said he refused interviews, don’t you understand human language?!"

"Pft! Hahaha... well done!"

After laughing heartily for a few sounds, Zhen Yan suddenly grasped the key point!

"You said it was a female interviewer? Was she young? Might she fancy you or your brother, Jiayang?"

Han Jiayang quickly rolled his eyes again, "Come on! Young, what young!? I thought she must be almost thirty! Fancy me!? I’m barely twenty this year, alright? If she were a decade older, she could be my mom!"

Silently listening to their banter, Zhen Yu somehow found herself glancing at Han Mingyue unconsciously...

Their gazes met, and Han Mingyue smiled at her.

He realized, after smiling, that there was no special reaction from Zhen Yu.

He then pondered deeply about what could possibly be wrong.

Suddenly, Han Mingyue rose, pulled Zhen Yu up from the sofa, and led her towards the bedroom.

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Meanwhile, Zhen Yan and Han Jiayang, still seated on the sofa, pretended as if they hadn’t seen anything, switching to a new topic and continuing their chat.

"Hey? You mentioned many people interviewed you. What about the others? Were they men or women? What else did they ask apart from the Hanfu costume?"

"Mostly men! They were way normal, mostly asking what I took for the preliminary exam? Also asking whether I was nervous, confident, and similar questions..."

It wasn’t until Zhen Yu was led into the bedroom by Han Mingyue holding her hand, did Zhen Yu realize something felt off!

Once the bedroom door was closed, she hastily withdrew her hand!

Then quickly walked to the bedside, sitting far away from Han Mingyue.

Han Mingyue glanced at his empty palm briefly, then stepped forward to stand before Zhen Yu, asking, "Are you unhappy?"

Zhen Yu was taken aback by the question! She was slightly puzzled about where it came from.

Before she could say anything, the seat on the plush mattress beside her suddenly sank!

Zhen Yu instinctively turned to look at where Han Mingyue was seated, and then she was forcibly pushed onto the bed by a strength.

Zhen Yu quickly raised her eyes, but her whole sight was soon engulfed by his shadow, his warmly pressed chest inching increasingly closer.

Zhen Yu’s mind went blank, collaborating passively purely on instinct.

Occasional voices from the living room filtered in some bits through the door cracks, yet neither of them understood the content.

Until the waning winter sunset finally exhausted its last ounce of energy beneath the horizon.

As the lights outside gradually lit up, the dim room slowly resonated with Han Mingyue’s breathless voice.

"...Are you happy now?"