Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

Chapter 685 World 220

After that conversation, Shen Ruyin and Zhao Manyou had no further contact for quite some time.

As for the reason, Shen Ruyin could roughly guess a little.

Zhao Manrou probably suspected from her behavior that day that she knew something, and felt guilty, so she didn't dare to contact her.

As for her...

Shen Ruyin is someone who doesn't use messaging apps much when she's home, so no one was surprised that she didn't speak up unless someone specifically contacted her.

In fact, the main reason why she doesn't use an app is that Shen Ruyin has already filled her time to the brim.

The graduation trip that had been planned was missing Zhao Manrou, and Shen Ruyin still didn't go out with the other classmates.

She stayed home reading novels, sleeping, and playing games, doing all the things she hadn't done in her senior year of high school. She also took out the jade scraps that her father had specially found for her and made things from them.

Now, every member of the Shen family owns at least one bracelet or necklace engraved with various talismans and magic arrays.

In addition to her family, Shen Ruyin also made an extra provision for Zhao Manrou.

As for when it can be given out, it probably depends on when they meet next.

Shen Ruyin had actually prepared herself for the possibility that she might never be able to give away the bracelet; she never underestimated the attraction between the male and female leads.

But before she filled out her college application, Zhao Manrou took the initiative to contact her and invited her to a beverage shop for milk tea and a chat.

"Yinyin, which school are you planning to apply to?"

Shen Ruyin thought for a moment and said, "I want to study medicine, and I happen to have enough points, so I will probably go to medical school. What about you?"

“Me?” Zhao Manrou said, “probably archaeology.”

Shen Ruyin looked at her with some surprise: "Didn't you say you wanted to study design before? When did you become interested in archaeology?"

Zhao Manrou said with a smile, "I did some research and found that archaeology is a very attractive major. Our ancestors had a better aesthetic sense than most of us today, so I plan to choose archaeology."

"So... do your aunt and uncle know about your sudden change of college application?" Shen Ruyin was somewhat skeptical.

As expected, Zhao Manrou scratched her head and said, "My parents don't know yet; I haven't told them."

“Xiaoman,” Shen Ruyin carefully chose her words, “Choosing a major is a major life decision. Although many people say that you should choose what you like instead of blindly following your parents’ opinions.”

"But your uncle and aunt are not the kind of parents who like to control you or have a strong desire to dominate you."

"I suggest you discuss it with them beforehand, communicate your thoughts with them, learn about the major together, and then make a decision."

"This will not only prevent you from misunderstanding and arguing with your uncle and aunt, but also prevent you from regretting making decisions based on current conflicts in the future."

Zhao Manrou bit her straw and nodded after a while: "I will talk to them."

Since she had already said that, Shen Ruyin didn't try to persuade her any further.

Although Shen Ruyin had no prejudice against archaeology, in her opinion, it would be best for Zhao Manrou not to apply for archaeology.

Zhao Manrou is just an ordinary student now, and she has already encountered many unusual events. If she goes to study archaeology and goes to learn about related things with her teachers, she will only encounter even more of these events.

Shen Ruyin took out the bracelet she had prepared in advance: "I engraved almost all the important patterns I saw on that website onto this bracelet. I think based on the one I tried before, at least some of them should be useful, although I don't know exactly which ones."

"If you have the chance in the future, you can ask a more professional person to take a look and pick out the useful ones. Then you can send them to be blessed. The effect should be better."

"Yinyin," Zhao Manrou looked at her, her eyes filled with a hint of unconscious confusion and fear, "We'll always be friends, right?"

"I don't know," Shen Ruyin said, her composure bordering on cruelty. "Right now, I think Xiaoman and I will be best friends for life, but as for what the future holds, I can only say I don't know."

"In the future, we will be in different schools, with new classmates and new circles. If we don't make a point of going out to hang out together, we may even see each other less often."

“I usually keep my schedule very full, and sometimes it takes me ten days or half a month to suddenly remember if I haven’t sent a message in a long time.”

“If you’re busy too, Xiaoman, we might only exchange a few words every month or two.”

“That’s impossible,” Zhao Manrou said. “I wouldn’t go that long without contacting you.”

As she spoke, she became somewhat uneasy again: "Those few days were an accident. I... I was thinking about other things at the time, but it won't happen again."

"Yinyin, you are my best friend. Even if I fall in love in the future, I will never neglect you."

“Then it’s settled,” Shen Ruyin said, extending her little finger to make a pinky promise with her, though she still had reservations.

Perhaps Zhao Manrou firmly believes now that they will be best friends for life, but later, as Zhao Manrou and Qi Chengyun (number 2) become closer, and as Zhao Manrou gradually learns more about magic, she breaks away from the ranks of ordinary people.

Would Zhao Manrou still consider her her best friend back then? It's hard to say.

Because at that time they could be considered people from two different worlds.

However, Shen Ruyin was unwilling to risk the potential dangers her family might face after becoming a Taoist priest just for the sake of her friend Zhao Manrou, and rashly step into this circle.

Her parents lived their lives as ordinary people, never encountering any unusual events. They believed in science and were happy every day. They didn't worry about their daughter, which was actually quite good.

This time, walking home from school as they always had, Shen Ruyin and Zhao Manrou parted ways at the intersection without encountering anything unusual.

The sky was high and the clouds were light; the sun seemed to be baking people, yet it was a familiar summer.

"Yinyin," Zhao Manrou called from behind.

Shen Ruyin turned around.

Zhao Manrou shook her phone: "I'll send you a message later."

Shen Ruyin made an OK sign, smiled, and turned to leave.

This summer is really hot, and the sun is a bit too bright, but it's still quite comfortable.

"You're back," Shen's mother said, her eyes lighting up when she saw her daughter. "The watermelon is ready now, Yinyin, go get it from the fridge."

"Remember to bring two small metal spoons. We'll cut them in half later, and each of us will have one half. We can just scoop them out with the spoons."

“Okay,” Shen Ruyin said, eating watermelon and enjoying the air conditioning, her eyes squinting contentedly like a cat.

"Mom, this melon is sweet. Shall we buy another one later and save one for Dad?"