After Transmigrating into a Professional Bootlicker, I Messed Up - Chapter 80.1

Extra Story 4 Part 2

Lin Luo believed she could recognize Ji Chi’an’s face even if he turned to dust.

And she also believed that if she turned to dust, she’d still recognize Ji Chi’an’s face.

So now, with both of them very much alive, there was no way she’d mistake him.

He looked even younger than when they first met, his gaze not yet as deep, his aura not yet as intense. His black hair was cut fresh and clean, and he wore a simple white shirt and black trousers—cheap, judging by the fabric, likely a three-pack special on Taobao for 99 yuan. But somehow, he made it look good.

After all, he had that “corgi butt and ostrich legs,” and his shirt, damp from the rain, was slightly see-through, revealing those tantalizing abs.

Even his scent of cedar was the same.

Lin Luo blinked, her nose twitching. She figured she must’ve gone mad with longing—Ji Chi’an would never wear a 99-yuan shirt. He’d probably break out in an allergy if he did.

Instinctively, she reached out to test the “illusion.” Based on TV logic, visions like these were bubbles that’d disappear upon touch.

But this “illusion” didn’t vanish, nor did it dodge. Instead, her hand landed solidly on his face with a loud, crisp slap.

The slap echoed in the rain, like a memorable soap opera moment.

When she felt the warmth of his cheek, Lin Luo froze. She was certain, if this wasn’t an illusion, it could only mean Ji Chi’an was real.

The young man also seemed stunned, narrowing his long eyes with a dangerous look, lips parting as if to curse. But before he could say anything, Lin Luo, this rain-drenched woman in sunglasses who went around slapping people, burst into tears and threw herself into his arms, sobbing her heart out.

Tears and rain soaked his shirt completely, drawing stares from passersby who gave him looks as if he were a heartless scumbag.

Grinding his teeth, the young man cursed softly to himself.

Damn. This woman smelled way too good.

Almost involuntarily, he let her cry against him, even angling the umbrella slightly to shield her, leaving his own shoulder and back exposed to the rain. The damp shirt clung to him uncomfortably, but he stood still.

He tilted his head, watching the raindrops splatter and shatter on the transparent umbrella, before collecting and flowing off.

He didn’t dare look down at her; looking at her brought up strange feelings he couldn’t explain.

They stayed like this until a tow truck from the repair shop arrived.

He thought that’d be the end of it, that he’d send her off. But to his surprise, she picked up her suitcase, looked up at him pitifully, and asked, “What’s your name?”

He had no desire to answer; getting tangled up with someone this unstable couldn’t lead to anything good. So he shoved the umbrella into her hand and turned to leave.

Yet the woman, holding the umbrella and dragging her suitcase, followed him, teetering in her high heels. “I’m Lin Luo. Will you please tell me your name? Pretty please?”

The young man quickened his pace, showing no interest.

His long legs covered more ground, making it hard for Lin Luo to keep up. She puffed along, thinking, “He really is acting just as Ji Chi’an did when they first met, so aloof and impossible.”

At 5’6”, Lin Luo suddenly felt like she had short legs. Watching the rain and passing cars, and the young man getting farther ahead, she knew she had to change tactics. Summoning her years of acting skills, she decided to put on her best “damsel in distress” act.

She stumbled and fell with a pitiful cry.

The young man stopped, looked back at her lying on the ground, sighed deeply, and, pinching his brow, walked back to help her up.

Seizing the moment, Lin Luo clung to his arm, looking up at him pitifully. “Could you please just tell me your name?”

As she fell, her sunglasses slipped off, revealing her small face, with large eyes tinged red, lashes glistening with rain or tears. The young man felt an unexpected pang in his chest, unable to understand why.

He said nothing, but as he bent down to help her, a card fell from his pocket. Lin Luo picked it up.

It read, Capital University, Ji Chi’an.

In that moment, Lin Luo nearly stopped breathing.

She could never mistake Ji Chi’an—his face, his scent, his temperament. All were unmistakably him, even down to the name.

Since she had already experienced transmigration once and then returned, she fully believed this was her Ji Chi’an. If two worlds could have a Lin Luo, then they must also have a Ji Chi’an.

The young man reached to take back his ID, slipping it into his pocket without expression.

When he lowered his head, Lin Luo noticed a scar behind his right ear. She couldn’t help but reach out to touch it.

The young man jerked back as if shocked.

Lin Luo, barely able to contain her excitement, asked in a shaky voice, “Can I ask how you got that scar?”

With downcast lashes and a calm tone, he replied, “Got hurt. Lost my hearing.”

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Rain in Asian dramas is the universal sign of “fated reunions,” especially with a touch of mystery. For Lin Luo, it’s as if time looped back, giving her a new start with Ji Chi’an. 🌧️

Ever heard of “corgi butt and ostrich legs”? It’s an endearing Chinese description of someone with a muscular yet lean build, showing off Ji Chi’an’s unique, unforgettable charm!

Lin Luo’s “slap test” was classic cognitive dissonance—when disbelief leads to actions like pinching oneself or, in her case, slapping. She was battling her own mind’s skepticism!

Lin Luo’s fall scene is straight from romance playbooks. Feigned helplessness has been an effective “meet-cute” tactic for centuries, adding charm to her persistence! (ノ≧∇≦)ノ

Would you be brave enough to pull a Lin Luo and chase after fate? Let’s hear your stories! (─‿─)