I'm A Math Idiot, So What? - Chapter 81

Chapter 81: Epilogue

While writing this story, I kept in mind the saying, “Life is a comedy in long shot, but a tragedy up close.” Lin Meng seemed to have emerged from her trauma, but the moment online bullying ensnared her loved ones, she would suffocate and faint. She had never fully healed. Fang Congxin, gentle and easily taken advantage of, had witnessed firsthand how callous humanity stole his mother’s life. Xu Xiaolan appeared to be a mother who bonded well with her child, yet she secretly drank herself into a stupor at home. Aunt Yuan played the role of the perfect mother in the eyes of outsiders, yet the child she raised fell head over heels for someone who resembled his birth mother and didn’t even tell her first about his relationship, his return home, or his injuries. She would always remain separated from her child by the ghost of his birth mother. Tong Xiao was beautiful and strong, but behind her strength lay a painful childhood and a father she could never shake off. Wang Ziqi, a second-generation rich kid, had nearly severed ties with her own mother. Sister Mei and Old Lin, seemingly just ordinary boss and employee, had both nearly given up on life after losing their loved ones.

The stories hidden behind those “buts” are the depths of human experience that remain unseen at first glance. We often get distracted by what comes before the “but,” leading us to make biased judgments about others. This can sometimes lead to tragedies like those of Lin Meng and Tong Xiao—one of the most depressing aspects of this world.

Yet there’s another “but.” Throughout her ordeal, Lin Meng received an abundance of compassionate love. Her alma mater, her professors, and her colleagues—those who knew her past—all protected and supported her. Lin Meng and her mother emerged from their struggles by deceiving each other out of love while supporting each other through it all. Professor Fang’s dry humor and frequent use of Sichuan dialect stemmed from his late wife’s fondness for speaking “Chinglish” with him. Ke Qiao and Ke Lu bickered daily, but when it mattered most, Ke Qiao sacrificed herself to protect her sibling. When tragedy struck Tong Xiao, strangers initially came to her rescue, and later, countless others rallied behind her. Sister Mei and Old Lin’s restaurant served as a sanctuary for healing each other’s hearts. As Lin Meng said, the world isn’t as hopeless as it seems. Love, like a gentle stream of medicine, soothes our wounds—whether they’re raw and gaping or so subtle they’re nearly invisible.

And I, by expressing complex realities with humor and diluting profound sorrow with sweetness, harbor a small ambition of my own. Through this lighthearted youth romance novel, I wanted to convey a glimmer of hope—a hope for healing. May every one of us who has been hurt find the gentle kindness of this world we deserve.