While the phrase 'from time to time' felt like an eyesore, the term 'quite nice' gave him a little bit of consolation inside . . .

It seemed like Soft Bun's perception of him wasn't completely doomed yet . . . He knew that someone like him should have 80 points or so at the very least . . .

Just as Lin Jiage was reveling in relief, another message from s.h.i.+ Yao came in once more .

: [After some thought, I think I'll give him 70 points after all . ]

: [I still feel like 70 points is still a little too high for him . Forget it, I'll just take the middle point . 65 points should be good enough for him . ]

: [To tell you the truth, if you asked me this question a while back, I would've definitely given him -100 points . No, it should be -1000 points!]

: [But now, after all the delicacies he's treated me with, I guess I have no choice but to give him a pa.s.sing grade . ]

The four consecutive messages from s.h.i.+ Yao left Lin Jiage completely dazed .

70 points? To think that it's only 70 points? Isn't that a little too low?

65 points? And it's already good enough for me? Am I really not worth 70 points?

What?! -1000 points? Was your impression of me really that bad in the past?

And my current pa.s.sing grade is because of all that food I bribed you with . . . Does this mean that my position in your heart is lower than food?

Lin Jiage had no idea what was wrong with him, but his mood suddenly fell to an unprecedented low valley .

He thought that he'd be able to sleep in peace after being released from her blacklist, but his insomnia only seemed to worsen .

Instead of replying to s.h.i.+ Yao's message, he quietly sat on his bed for a while before lying down . He dazedly stared at the white ceiling above him for a very long time before he could finally formulate some thoughts in his mind once more .

It's understandable that Soft Bun's impression of me isn't so good . That's a given after everything that I did, right? I only have myself to blame for running my mouth off because of my childish recklessness back then . . .

Anyway, it's not too big of a deal, right? After all, it's not as if her impression of me is beyond redemption . No matter what, my score is still a positive 65 .

It's a good thing I was smart enough to conceal my true ident.i.ty as . . . Now that I have two ident.i.ties, even if 'Lin Jiage' blows himself up, I still have to fall back on . . . With two ident.i.ties to work with, I refuse to believe that I won't be able to craft a perfect image of myself in Soft Bun's heart .

Well, despite Lin Jiage's attempts to console himself, he still couldn't help feeling deeply stifled inside .

This seemed to be the very first time in his life that he felt so concerned about another person's opinion of himself?

Sleep . . . was something that was impossible for him to do now . So, Lin Jiage got off the bed, had a quick shower, and flipped open his laptop to work on his project .

. . .

s.h.i.+ Yao's life had fallen into quite a routine in recent days .

If she really had to point out any differences in her life, it would just happen to be two things .

First, there seemed to be quite a lot of girls chasing Lin Jiage recently . His usual once-in-two-days phone call hailing for her 'trash disposal service' for the various tidbits and goodies he received from confessions had turned into a daily affair . . . and soon, it turned into twice a day, and in recent days, there were signs that it was about to be officially hiked up to three times a day .

Second, there had been a change in the dynamics of the group too . In the past, it would usually be her, Juice, or Expert hailing for everyone to play, but in recent days, Mister Numbers had been frequently @'ing her in the group, calling her to play . Sometimes, when she hadn't replied for some time, he would even send her a private message . At first, it was only limited to night-time, but nowadays, Mister Numbers would even contact her early in the morning with a [Do you want to play?] .

While the phrase from time to time felt like an eyesore, the term quite nice gave him a little bit of consolation inside . It seemed like Soft Buns perception of him wasnt completely doomed yet . He knew that someone like him should have 80 points or so at the very least . Just as Lin Jiage was reveling in relief, another message from s.h.i.+ Yao came in once more . : [After some thought, I think Ill give him 70 points after all . ] : [I still feel like 70 points is still a little too high for him . Forget it, Ill just take the middle point . 65 points should be good enough for him . ] : [To tell you the truth, if you asked me this question a while back, I wouldve definitely given him -100 points . No, it should be -1000 points!] : [But now, after all the delicacies hes treated me with, I guess I have no choice but to give him a pa.s.sing grade . ] The four consecutive messages from s.h.i.+ Yao left Lin Jiage completely dazed . 70 points? To think that its only 70 points? Isnt that a little too low? 65 points? And its already good enough for me? Am I really not worth 70 points? What?! -1000 points? Was your impression of me really that bad in the past? And my current pa.s.sing grade is because of all that food I bribed you with . Does this mean that my position in your heart is lower than food? Lin Jiage had no idea what was wrong with him, but his mood suddenly fell to an unprecedented low valley . He thought that hed be able to sleep in peace after being released from her blacklist, but his insomnia only seemed to worsen . Instead of replying to s.h.i.+ Yaos message, he quietly sat on his bed for a while before lying down . He dazedly stared at the white ceiling above him for a very long time before he could finally formulate some thoughts in his mind once more . Its understandable that Soft Buns impression of me isnt so good . Thats a given after everything that I did, right? I only have myself to blame for running my mouth off because of my childish recklessness back then . Anyway, its not too big of a deal, right? After all, its not as if her impression of me is beyond redemption . No matter what, my score is still a positive 65 . Its a good thing I was smart enough to conceal my true ident.i.ty as . Now that I have two ident.i.ties, even if Lin Jiage blows himself up, I still have to fall back on . With two ident.i.ties to work with, I refuse to believe that I wont be able to craft a perfect image of myself in Soft Buns heart . Well, despite Lin Jiages attempts to console himself, he still couldnt help feeling deeply stifled inside . This seemed to be the very first time in his life that he felt so concerned about another persons opinion of himself? Sleep . was something that was impossible for him to do now . So, Lin Jiage got off the bed, had a quick shower, and flipped open his laptop to work on his project . s.h.i.+ Yaos life had fallen into quite a routine in recent days . If she really had to point out any differences in her life, it would just happen to be two things . First, there seemed to be quite a lot of girls chasing Lin Jiage recently . His usual once-in-two-days phone call hailing for her trash disposal service for the various tidbits and goodies he received from confessions had turned into a daily affair . and soon, it turned into twice a day, and in recent days, there were signs that it was about to be officially hiked up to three times a day . Second, there had been a change in the dynamics of the group too . In the past, it would usually be her, Juice, or Expert hailing for everyone to play, but in recent days, Mister Numbers had been frequently @ing her in the group, calling her to play . Sometimes, when she hadnt replied for some time, he would even send her a private message . At first, it was only limited to night-time, but nowadays, Mister Numbers would even contact her early in the morning with a [Do you want to play?] .