Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Marvel of Fate

Duan Yuqing’s current appearance was quite different from before. Sang Yijia watched her for a while, quietly marveling in her heart, but soon accepted the changes with composure.

“Does it seem unbelievable?” Duan Yuqing scratched the back of her head, then noticed the filming crew behind and Lu Wenchuan standing to the side. Duan Yuqing greeted him with a friendly wave. “Hello.”

“I’m Wild, Jia Jia’s high school classmate.”

Sang Yijia added, “She was my deskmate in high school.”

“For three whole years, we never changed seats,” Duan Yuqing sighed, then suddenly smiled as if recalling something. “Jia Jia, did you know?”

“My three years as your deskmate—I cried for them in the teacher’s office.” Duan Yuqing remembered that Friday after school when the homeroom teacher handed out a new seating chart.

Her new deskmate was someone notorious outside school, with a powerful family—a person she knew she couldn’t afford to provoke.

Duan Yuqing was terrified and pleaded with the teacher, but he refused to change the arrangement. Left with no choice, she cried and cried for a long, long time.

When she returned to school on Sunday, her seat had been changed back—she was again deskmates with Sang Yijia.

After that, Sang Yijia remained her deskmate.

But...

Duan Yuqing shrugged her shoulders. Seeing Sang Yijia’s bewilderment, she continued, “I even promised the teacher I’d get into A University.”

“But it’s a pity.” Duan Yuqing never went to college; after graduating from high school, she went straight to work.

The homeroom teacher knew about it, and the school tried to help, but her parents simply refused to let her continue her education.

All the student loans were just missing her guardian’s signature.

Duan Yuqing had thought about secretly applying, but her parents had hidden their documents—she couldn’t find them anywhere.

In the end, she gave up, packed her bags, and ventured out to work alone.

Duan Yuqing reminisced over those years, while Lu Wenchuan observed her, unable to determine whether she was male or female just by appearance and voice.

If she was a girl, her height, voice, and features matched; but if he considered her a boy, the Adam’s apple and build also fit.

Lu Wenchuan took a deep breath, brow furrowed.

“What did you do afterwards?” Sang Yijia, looking at Duan Yuqing’s current appearance, recalled how the original self spent those three years in high school.

But in her memory, Duan Yuqing had barely any presence—just the vague image of a deskmate and the incident with the green hawthorn, nothing else.

That’s what it means to be a supporting character.

Sang Yijia lowered her gaze, exhaled slowly, and looked up again at Duan Yuqing’s attire and style—life seemed to be treating her well.

“I worked for a few years, then started competing in tournaments,” Duan Yuqing said lightly. “But now I’m out of work.”

“???” Competing? Sang Yijia was puzzled. “You never played games before, did you?”

“But people change, don’t they?” Duan Yuqing shrugged, then glanced at the camera, waved amiably, and mused, “It’s been so long since I faced a camera.”

“I feel rusty.”

Duan Yuqing chatted for a while, added Sang Yijia’s contact info, and didn’t interrupt their work. “If you play games sometime, invite me.”

“I’ll carry you.”

“Sure.” Sang Yijia wasn’t very interested in games, but wanted to see how Duan Yuqing was living now.

How did a quiet, obedient, sensible girl suddenly start competing in tournaments?

Her personality had changed so much.

Four years really can transform a person.

Lu Wenchuan noticed Sang Yijia was still watching Wild’s departing figure, cleared his throat to bring back her attention.

Sang Yijia turned, squinted her eyes with a smile. “I really didn’t expect it—she used to be such a quiet girl, and now she’s so different.”

“A girl?” Lu Wenchuan, hearing Sang Yijia’s answer, looked up again and continued calmly, “I thought she was a boy.”

“How could that be?” Sang Yijia shook her head. “No. No. At No. 1 High, the rules were strict.”

“Girls and boys had to sit separately.”

Sang Yijia affirmed, tilting her head at him. “You studied at No. 1 High for a year—didn’t you notice your deskmate was always a boy?”

“No, I sat alone,” Lu Wenchuan shook his head. “I never had a deskmate.”

Sang Yijia was surprised. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright.” Lu Wenchuan didn’t think sitting alone was pitiful. “They couldn’t keep up with me, so it’s normal they didn’t want to be my deskmate.”

“And I didn’t need one.” Lu Wenchuan ended the topic.

Sang Yijia wisely didn’t press further.

The viewers in the livestream sensed the subtle atmosphere, and one of them suddenly caught on.

【Was that Wild just now the Wild?】

【What are you talking about?】

【Ah, I know! Was that Wild who led PE to the championship in June?】

【Didn’t Wild retire?】

【No way, my boyfriend said PE didn’t want a female jungler.】

Wei Heng was still watching Lu Wenchuan talk about his embarrassing school days when he noticed the barrage had changed, raised his eyebrow, and glanced at Qi Bin at his desk.

“The new jungler you mentioned—could it be Wild?”

Qi Bin looked up. “Yes, but I haven’t been able to reach her yet.”

“No idea where she’s gone, or if she wants to keep competing.” Qi Bin sighed heavily, then realized something was off, straightened up anxiously, and asked, “How did you know?”

Wei Heng pointed at the tablet on the coffee table. “Because the Wild you’re looking for is Sang Yijia’s high school classmate and deskmate.”

“???” Qi Bin’s eyes widened, immediately picking up his phone to call Lu Wenchuan.

Wei Heng clicked his tongue, shook his head with a smile, and looked back at the livestream. “The world really is small.”

To think they’d meet like this.

In the livestream, Lu Wenchuan’s phone rang.

Sang Yijia sensibly stepped back two paces. “Go ahead.”

“Alright.” Seeing it was Qi Bin, Lu Wenchuan guessed it might be a company issue and moved to another spot to take the call.

The filming crew stayed and continued recording Sang Yijia.

The director glanced at Lu Wenchuan, walking off to answer his phone, then at Sang Yijia waiting, recalling Wild, and nervously asked, “Yijia, do you know what your high school deskmate does?”

“Hmm?” Sang Yijia hadn’t expected the director to ask a question at this moment, especially one unrelated to the show.

“Not really, but she just said she used to compete.”

The director tried to restrain his excitement. “Do you know about the world tournament in June?”

“It was Wild who led PE to the championship—she’s the world’s top jungler!” The director had watched that match, and now, just recalling it, his blood was surging with excitement.