The Secret to Picking Up Girls

"Yeah! I didn't even graduate high school, so I couldn't find a job. A friend introduced me to her workplace. I thought the job was simple and I could handle it, so I took it," Jian Yumin said, lowering her head with some helplessness.

Zhang Yuze put on his clothes, sighed, as if thinking of something, took out a piece of paper, wrote his newly changed phone number on it, and then said to Jian Yumin: "Change jobs! This job is not suitable for you. You're a girl, you'll suffer. I don't like it."

Jian Yumin stared blankly at Zhang Yuze's departure, and then looked at the phone number in her hand, a mix of feelings welling up in her heart. Suddenly, Zhang Yuze suddenly came back. He took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket, counted twenty bills, and stuffed them into Jian Yumin's hand, saying: "I almost forgot, you are having a hard time now. Take this money, even if you spend it like you used to, it will be enough for you to use for a while."

Seeing that Jian Yumin seemed to want to refuse, Zhang Yuze's face suddenly turned stern and said: "I'm not pitying you. After all, we are still friends now. Besides, this money is nothing to me now. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can still come to me. I am always welcome."

After speaking, Zhang Yuze turned to leave, but Jian Yumin hugged him from behind. Jian Yumin cried and said: "Yuze, I now know that you are the best to me. I was wrong. Can we start over?"

Zhang Yuze's body trembled, feeling two soft masses pressing tightly against his back, a strange feeling welling up in his heart. He sighed, silently turned around and pried open Jian Yumin's tightly grasping hands. He quietly stared at her, gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his little finger, and said softly: "People always have to pay the price for their actions. Actually, we are not suitable. Forcing ourselves together is not good for either of us. Your nature is not bad, you will find someone who is really good to you." After speaking, Zhang Yuze didn't stop and left quickly.

Jian Yumin stared blankly as Zhang Yuze's figure disappeared from her sight, her hand suddenly tightly covering her mouth, squatting on the ground, her shoulders trembling as she sobbed. Only now did she realize that Zhang Yuze, the boy who had been with her, was the best to her. In the first year of high school, Jian Yumin often saw Zhang Yuze, this somewhat taciturn boy, at the school gate after school. He seemed so different from the lively and flamboyant boys around him. At that time, Jian Yumin's female companions joked that if Jian Yumin could win over this seemingly unusual boy, then she would be amazing.

Jian Yumin's own conditions were not bad. After dressing up, her face was lovely, and her figure was well-proportioned, which was attractive to boys, so she began to try to approach Zhang Yuze. Until finally, she was confused and got together with Zhang Yuze. Although she enjoyed teasing Zhang Yuze during the many years she was with him, in fact, the two of them had no intimate contact at all, but now that she thinks about it, that time was the most memorable for her. Remembering that year when Zhang Yuze bought her first silver necklace with his half-year's worth of pocket money on her birthday, that silly and sincere smile, Jian Yumin felt endless regret in her heart.