I deduce that the heroine likes me [Transmigration Book]

Song Muxue followed Kou Shuang out of the mental hospital.She walked up to Kou Shuang in two or three steps, and asked her, "What's wrong with you? Did you ask what you wanted to ask?"

Kou Shuang looked at Song Muxue and said, "That's the question."

"That's good." Song Muxue didn't look directly at her, and dragged Kou Shuang to the subway station.

Kou Shuang suddenly looked at Song Muxue's side face, and asked, "You are not curious, do I want to ask about a mental illness?"

Song Muxue paused and did not speak.

She was curious, of course she was.

Kou Shuang cared more about Sun Jiawen than ordinary classmates.Although Kou Shuang said it was because she pitied Sun Jiawen for being cheated by a scumbag, she shouldn't behave like this.

Kou Shuang couldn’t find an internship, and Sun Jiawen introduced Chunsheng Gallery, and she went there without warning; she didn’t check the authenticity of the paintings carefully for work like selling paintings; when so many fake paintings were found in the gallery, Kou Shuang Shuang didn't think about calling the police first, but planned to contact Sun Jiawen; seeing Sun Jiawen and Lu Renjia in the small pavilion, he rushed out, not caring about his own safety at all; he was very interested in visiting Sun Jiawen, several times Every time Song Muxue heard Kou Shuang call the hospital.

Combined with the picture I saw just now... a guess gradually took shape, but Song Muxue was not sure if her guess was true.

"When you want to say it, you will naturally say it." Song Muxue said softly.

Kou Shuang looked at Song Muxue's face and hesitated.She knew that Song Muxue was curious, and she didn't want to reveal it because of her strange face.She really wanted to tell Song Muxue the truth, but...

Sun Jiawen said she couldn't say it, she said it would attract divine punishment, and the world would turn against her.

I shouldn't try my own life. If I am judged as mentally ill like Sun Jiawen, how can I escape and return to reality?Unfettered personal freedom is the basis of all actions.

But looking at Song Muxue's expression...

"Do you think there is a god in the world? Or something like fate?" Kou Shuang carefully worded his words, asking a question that almost everyone had thought about.

I hope the "Way of Heaven" in this world is not so intelligent that it cannot read my own intentions.

Song Muxue paused, and said: "You mean fatalism? It denies human subjective initiative, and the law exists on the basis that 'everyone can choose independently and bear corresponding responsibilities'. From a professional point of view, I can't accept that argument."

Kou Shuang let out an "oh", a little disappointed.She didn't know how to tell the other party, in fact, Song Muxue's life was just a resume born on paper, and Song Muxue's choice was decided by the original author.

There is no such thing as free will.Even if it exists, it will be suppressed by all things together, and it will be approached to a mental hospital.

Fundamentally speaking, Song Muxue has no free will at all, unless she can realize the fact that "I am just a character".

Kou Shuang sighed, and then asked: "Have you ever done something involuntary or insincere? Being manipulated by some messed up person, like, uh, a marionette?"

This time Song Muxue paused for a while, but did not answer the question directly, but turned to look at Kou Shuang and said, "Do you often feel unfree? Are you unhappy?"

Song Muxue read this emotion from Kou Shuang's words.

Kou Shuang was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head.Song Muxue lives too "clearly", maybe she has never been confused, so she has never thought about such issues. "Have you seen The Matrix? In Sun Jiawen's eyes, the world is like that."

"What about you?" Song Muxue turned to look at Kou Shuang, and said, "I want to know how you view the world. Is that why you saw Sun Jiawen? Do you also think the world is the Matrix?"

Song Muxue's eyes were still calm, but Kou Shuang couldn't ignore the concern revealed in them.Kou Shuang knew that Song Muxue was worried about herself.

"Do you ever feel that life is just a play, and you are a puppet in the hands of the author. You do what she tells you to do. You are the protagonist, and I am the supporting role." Kou Shuang blurted out.

clap clap-

— shhh...

Do not reveal secrets.

Tell no secrets.

Then, it rained cats and dogs.

The rain came so violently that it didn't take a second from brewing to falling.Kou Shuang couldn't even be sure whether it was her voice or the rain that fell first, and she couldn't be sure whether Song Muxue heard what she said.

Song Muxue looked up at the sky, stretched out her hand to pull Kou Shuang, and ran towards the nearby convenience store.After running under the eaves, Song Muxue complained: "Why are you falling so fast..."

The rain soaked Kou Shuang's whole body, and her hair stuck to her neck obediently. Kou Shuang suddenly felt a biting coldness, and goose bumps all over her body.

Damn!It turns out that such a thing really exists!

It doesn't stop me from talking about fatalism, but not directly about the book thing!

Sun Jiawen must have experienced similar suffering many times, so even if he recognized himself, he could only use such vague words!

The coolness flowed down the neck into the chest and into the heart.

"What did you just say about life and the protagonist...was it a poisonous chicken soup joke you read on Weibo? Only by working hard can you control your own destiny and be the protagonist of your life. You have found your own path now, and it is already great It's gone." Song Muxue turned her head to look at Kou Shuang, but found that the other party's lips were a little pale: "What's wrong with you? You won't catch a cold after being exposed to the rain, right?"

"God can change his face so quickly..." Kou Shuang raised his head, looking at the sky covered by the eaves, feeling a little melancholy.

"June day, the face of a child... Although it's October now." Song Muxue said.

Seeing that Kou Shuang's hair was running, and her body was shaking, she turned around and went into the convenience store.When I came out again, I had several packs of toilet paper in my hand.She unpacked and handed Kou Shuang a few sheets, saying, "Wipe off the rain, so you don't catch a cold when you go home."

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After this incident, Kou Shuang did not apply for any accounting-related jobs.

In reality, everything comes from hard work.Kou Shuang can find an accounting job that suits her, and she can also go to the construction site to move bricks.But it's different in this world.

This world is human and willful.Although I don't know what kind of principles it follows, but... the road of accounting is blocked.

So Kou Shuang changed his strategy and submitted resumes for various jobs, hoping to see which ones would give him a response.

Is it "not allowed to do something" or "only to do something".

When Kou Shuang submitted her resume, she didn't deliberately avoid the art department, but she was a little selective, at least avoiding galleries, even if it matched her resume very well.

She remembered clearly that the gallery where "Kou Shuang" later worked was called Fang Xing.As if this was her last bit of stubbornness, she didn't want to completely restore the life of "Kou Shuang".

"Kou Shuang" is a character, but she is a human being, which is a completely different existence, and she must respect her own sense of autonomy.

In order to prevent all kinds of accidents, she even avoided all other galleries-what if the name is changed, transferred, acquired?

A hundred and eighty resumes were sent out, and the final responses were basically all artistic jobs.

Kou Shuang didn't know if it was the will of the world, or because it was indeed the most suitable for art in terms of resumes.But after getting such a result, she just sighed and shook her head.

She was no longer so righteously angry, as if she had compromised.

She interviewed many companies, clothing companies, advertising companies, and the funniest thing was that Wanxiang Magazine, which had interviewed with Sun Jiawen before, invited her to interview again.

After two months of turmoil, Kou Shuang finally finished all the interviews.When I came back to my senses, I realized that it was almost December.

And she never moved out of Song Muxue's small apartment, mainly because she forgot about it when she got busy.

On the day after interviewing all the companies, she threw herself heavily onto Song Muxue's big soft bed, and said, "Lend me the bed, my bed is too small, it's uncomfortable to lie on."

Song Muxue sat at the desk and typed hard, and responded to her intently: "Sleep as you please."

Kou Shuang lay on the bed for a while, then suddenly raised her head to look at Song Muxue, and asked her, "Are you still an intern at the previous law firm? Or did you just become a regular?"

The sound of the keyboard is still continuous: "Finally remember to ask me, have you finished your work?"

"The interview is over, and the rest can only wait." Kou Shuang sighed heavily, and she didn't know if she could find a job like this.

If Heavenly Dao really exists, then it might have noticed its anomaly.If I don't want to follow the original path, can I succeed?

During the interviews these days, when she occasionally passed by the entrance of Fangxing Gallery, she was always on tenterhooks, for fear that the boss would come out of the gallery and pull her to force her to find a job.Fortunately, such a thing has not happened.

"I'll definitely find it, you've worked so hard." Song Muxue said with a little smile in her voice, "If it really doesn't work, just keep studying. Anyway, your education is not too high."

Speaking of this, Song Muxue suddenly stopped typing on the keyboard, and at the same time looked at Kou Shuang: "Speaking of which, why are you so eager to find a job? According to your qualifications and majors, it is a better choice to continue your studies."

Kou Shuang sighed, and she didn't know why "Kou Shuang" didn't continue to study as a graduate student or something.

Song Muxue took off her glasses, stood up, walked from the desk to the bed, looked at Kou Shuang, and said, "Do you want to go abroad? There are many art schools in the United States, and the atmosphere is also very good."

Kou Shuang looked at Song Muxue, feeling a little strange.Song Muxue had a smile on her cold and indifferent face, and even took time out from the heavy overtime work to walk up to herself and ask about this matter, why?

I'm almost done finding a job. If I'm making a suggestion based on my own interests, it should be before looking for a job.

Thinking about it, Kou Shuang didn't speak.At this moment, the phone suddenly rang.Kou Shuang hurriedly got up from the bed and finally found the phone.

"Hey... um yes... that's... acceptable... um thank you."

Kou Shuang briefly answered several questions, and after hanging up the phone, she looked at Song Muxue and announced the good news with a big smile: "I have been hired by an advertising company!"

Song Muxue's smile paused, and then deepened after a while: "Congratulations!"

The joy and blessings came from the heart, as sincere as if Song Muxue had found a job by herself.

Kou Shuang subconsciously felt that she had missed something important, but this strangeness was only fleeting, and Kou Shuang quickly forgot about it.