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Chapter 153 No Detective Fiction
Chapter 153 No Detective Fiction
Jasmine was about to refuse when Freya suddenly grabbed her arm. “Jasmine, come on, don’t you want to have lunch with me?”
Freya just wanted to spend more time with Jasinine.
This ethereal beauty was so captivating–I couldn’t help but want to keep looking at her.
So Jasmine agreed, leaving Waylon torn between being pleased that someone could sway her and annoyed that Freya had more influence over her than he did.
Unsurprisingly, Waylon footed the bill. Freya stuck close to Jasmine, insisting on sitting beside her and peppering her with questions. Their conversation gave Waylon plenty of insight into Jasmine’s life.
“Jasmine, why did you choose to study Ukesh literature for grad school? Couldn’t you have already worked in a government department?”
“Studying ancient texts is a family tradition. The Miller family requires at least two members of each generation to specialize in the field and assist with historical document research.”
“But wait, if it’s a rule, why did you have to take the entrance exam? Shouldn’t you have gotten in through a reserved quota?” Freya had taken grad school exams in her past life and knew how these things worked.
Is the system different in this world?
“The Millers don’t allow younger generations to exploit state resources. If someone isn’t qualified, they can choose a replacement.”
“Oh, so your family can use the quota but chooses not to.” Freya admired Jasmine even more. “That’s really impressive. Most people would jump at the chance to take shortcuts.”
It was rare to find a family like the Millers, who upheld principles so strictly. I still remembered how, in my past life, many people pulled strings or bribed professors to get ahead. The fact that the Millers willingly turned down privileges made them seem almost noble.
“It’s just basic decency. Nothing praiseworthy.” Jasmine said it so matter–of–factly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Jasmine, you should smile more. You’d look even prettier.” Freya propped her chin on her hand, gazing at Jasmine with starry–eyed admiration.
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“Nothing to smile about.” Jasmine’s expression remained unreadable.
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“You’re just like Catherine,” Freya said, her eyes crinkling. “When Heathcliff asked Catherine why she didn’t smile more, she said the same thing–there was nothing to laugh about.”
Waylon had been itching to jump into the conversation but couldn’t find an opening. Now, he seized his chance. “Who’s Catherine? And who’s Heathcliff?”
“Huh?” Freya blinked in surprise. “You don’t know Catherine and Heathcliff?”
Jasmine frowned slightly. “Catherine? Who is she? And Heathcliff–I’ve never heard of him.”
Freya’s jaw dropped. Instinctively, she looked at Louis, who immediately understood her silent question and shook his head. “I haven’t heard of them either.”
So… this world doesn’t have Emily Brontë’s novel?*
Abandoning the conversation, Freya pulled out her phone and started searching. Finally, Waylon could reclaim his spot next to Jasmine.
After an extensive search, Freya confirmed it–there are no traces of Emily Brontë’s novel, let alone any film adaptations.
The detective fiction in this world is still underdeveloped, and I haven’t realized how sparse it is until now. Even fantasy fiction is rare. This is a huge untapped market!
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