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It was as though they had seen it in a dream before.

Jiang Miao was experiencing a bit of this feeling now.

He picked up his phone and went to the bookshelf. He compared Congee Boss’s character illustrations displayed on his phone with the drawings in front of him.

Was there a resemblance?

It definitely didn’t seem so.

After all, on one side were rough and simplistic artworks, while on the other were meticulously drawn character illustrations.

There was no comparison between the two at all.

But there was one thing that was the same.

It was the style of the artists.

In layman’s terms, an artist’s style might refer to the category of their artwork.

For example, anime style, cartoon style, realism, oil painting… In short, there were many categories.

Jiang Miao didn’t understand this and couldn’t explain it.

But in fact, even within the same artwork category, each artist had different techniques for handling various details.

Such as face shapes, eyes, eyebrows, lips, hair, body proportions…

If Jiang Miao were asked to evaluate someone else’s artwork, he might not be able to say much apart from whether the image was lewd enough.

But when it came to Congee Boss’s artwork…

After all, he had always appreciated the works of this loyal reader, including the character designs and illustrations for his previous novel, which he had carefully collected.

Occasionally, he took them out to enjoy.

So he was very familiar with Congee Boss’s style.

He even knew which angles he excelled at depicting and which details he struggled with.

After all, sometimes, when Jiang Miao felt that the legs were not long enough or the curve of the thighs looked a bit strange, he would have a friendly conversation with Congee Boss about it.

But right now, he noticed some characteristics similar in Congee Boss’s drawings to Senior Sister’s.

Thinking about it made him feel… terrified…

It might just be a coincidence,

Jiang Miao comforted himself.

After all, he wasn’t a professional artist. Just based on his intuition, he couldn’t just feel that these pictures were very similar to Congee Boss’s and then assert that Senior Sister was Congee Boss.

That would be too irresponsible.

But there was one crucial factor in this.

This was the first time Jiang Miao connected the relationship between Congee Boss and Senior Sister.

Although he knew that Congee Boss was also a senior at the School of Business, they hadn’t met since school started, so his impression of him was still of a familiar online friend.

He didn’t seem to be a tangible, real person.

But Senior Sister was different.

She was the first person Jiang Miao met at school, which gave her a special significance.

If nothing had reminded him, he wouldn’t have connected these two seemingly unrelated people at all.

But now…

The more he recalled his interactions with Senior Sister and Congee Boss, the more complex his expression became.

Because once he started thinking in this direction, there were too many details to pick.

For example, the simplest one was Su Huaizhou’s congee (T/N: The zhou (粥) in her name means congee.) and Congee Boss’s congee.

Then there was the fact that when he first met Senior Sister, she had also said she had an appointment with someone.

And then they had both been stood up.

If Senior Sister was really Congee Boss, then it was clear that she had recognized him as Peach Jam back then, so she had changed her strategy and chose to mess with him?!

Fuck! Jiang Miao was utterly shocked.

With a terrified expression, he frantically scrolled through his chat history with Congee Boss, all the way back to the time around the start of school.

He found the conversation where they were planning to meet in person.

Instantly, all color drained from his face.

His limbs began to sweat.

His entire body felt cold.

[Goodbye, Congee Boss. I have a senior sister now. I don’t need you anymore.

]

[You don’t have to worry about that. Anyway, my heart already belongs to the beautiful senior sister. Boss, stay aside for now.

]

Hiss…

Jiang Miao gasped, his toes digging into the floor crazily. He held his phone tightly, feeling as though his brain had short-circuited.

Saying things like this to a male online friend was perfectly normal.

But if Congee Boss turned out to be Senior Sister…

Just these two lines alone were enough to make him want to die from embarrassment.

Not to mention the even more embarrassing stuff…

Like asking Congee Boss for uncensored lewd images…

And complaining to Congee Boss that Senior Sister found out he was writing novels.

Then there was the time he told Congee Boss about how Senior Sister helped him gather material and how she spent the night in his dorm room…

Oh no! When Jiang Miao thought of this last matter, he panicked and frantically scrolled to the recent chat history.

[Her figure is amazing too. There was this one time I even caught a glimpse inside her collar.]

[And that teardrop mole at the corner of Senior Sister’s eye, it gets me every time. I can’t resist. Every time I see it, I really want to touch it.]

Please just let me die. Jiang Miao collapsed face-first onto the bed, feeling like all the cells in his body were trembling with embarrassment.

If Senior Sister is Congee Boss… If Senior Sister is Congee Boss…

Too terrifying…

Jiang Miao felt like he was trapped in a nightmare.

He picked up his phone and continued to scroll through their chat history with trembling hands.

[She smells really nice, and her skin is so soft.]

[Her figure is amazing too. When she turned and hugged me…]

[She looked so cute while sleeping. I even secretly poked her teardrop mole with my finger. Her face is really soft.]

Oh my god…

Just let me die already…

How could I say these things?

The embarrassment was overwhelming!!

Jiang Miao banged his head against the bed, making loud noises.

How was he going to face anyone after this?

Have I actually been played in Senior Sister’s palm since school started?

Jiang Miao lay limp on the bed like a pile of mud, his eyes lifeless and devoid of hope.

But he knew he couldn’t let himself stay like this.

Maybe he was overthinking it?

Maybe Senior Sister and Congee Boss weren’t the same person, and it was just a coincidence that Congee Boss’s art style resembled Senior Sister’s.

It was just a coincidence, right?

As for the name, so what if they both had congee in it?

Who said that only one person could use this word?

Congee was such a cute word. Anyone could use it if they wanted.

Jiang Miao desperately tried to find a reason to defend Congee Boss, making every effort to convince himself that Senior Sister and Congee Boss weren’t the same person.

But just this alone was definitely not enough.

He had to confirm it!

He had to find evidence that Senior Sister and Congee Boss weren’t the same person!

The easiest method would be to meet Congee Boss.

Once he saw that Congee Boss was a big, burly man, he would finally be able to put his mind at ease.

The second method was from Senior Sister. After having this suspicion, he could observe her and look for clues from her behavior.

Jiang Miao sat up on the bed and took a deep breath.

If he only embarrassed himself in front of Senior Sister, it wouldn’t be too bad.

But if Senior Sister was Congee Boss, then the level of his social death would shoot straight through the roof.

It was a burden that no ordinary person could bear…

Therefore…

Congee Boss! Please help me! Please don’t let me find any concrete evidence! Jiang Miao prayed in his heart.

At the same time, he began brainstorming ways to find proof that Senior Sister wasn’t Congee Boss.