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The road was unusually quiet after the performance ended.

The streetlights cast a dim yellow light, making the three people's shadows very long.

Liu Xiaoli was still immersed in the excitement from before, clutching the guitar case tightly in her hand, muttering to herself.

"Sisi, you did so well just now! That high note, my heart was in my throat, but you still managed to finish it so well..."

Liu Qianqian walked in the middle, her hands in her jeans pockets, head down, kicking small pebbles on the roadside.

She didn't speak, but her usually cold eyes kept glancing to her side.

I glanced at the man who was walking slowly on the far side.

Yu Le had his hands behind his head, still chewing the tasteless gum, looking nonchalant, as if the thrilling performance just now had nothing to do with him.

Uncle Yu.

Liu Qianqian suddenly stopped and called out.

Her voice wasn't loud, and it carried the awkwardness typical of a young girl.

Yu Le paused, turned around, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you hungry?"

Liu Qianqian choked for a moment.

Is there anything else in this person's mind besides eating?

She bit her lower lip, and the imposing aura she had on stage vanished completely, turning her back into that proud and coy little girl.

"Why didn't you clap backstage just now?"

She stared into Yu Le's eyes, seemingly very concerned about the answer.

The whole room was cheering and screaming, even the department head who was always finding fault stood up.

He was the only one who gave a thumbs-up and ran off.

Yu Le raised an eyebrow.

"I'm too lazy to move."

The reason he gave was extremely perfunctory.

Liu Qianqian was so angry that her cheeks puffed up like a pufferfish.

"but."

Yu Le changed the subject, his gaze falling on her fingertips, which were slightly red and swollen from pressing the strings hard.

"His singing was alright; he didn't embarrass me."

Is it alright?

Damn it! Is it just passable?

Liu Qianqian was about to retort when she saw a faint smile on Yu Le's lips.

That smile carried a sense of satisfaction.

Liu Qianqian's heart skipped a beat.

The rebuttal that was on the tip of my tongue inexplicably turned into a very soft mutter.

"……Thanks."

The two words were as light as feathers, and were blown away by the evening breeze as soon as they were uttered.

Yu Le seemed not to hear, yawned, and turned to continue walking forward.

"Go home and cook noodles. Add two poached eggs, do you want them runny or hard-boiled?"

As Liu Qianqian watched his retreating figure, the corners of her previously tense lips finally couldn't help but turn up, revealing a smile that could make countless otaku swoon.

She quickly caught up with him, her steps as light as a deer's.

"I want it soft-boiled! And with extra ham!"

"Too much trouble."

"Mom! Look at him!"

"Okay, okay, add it, add it all."

……

That night, the night at Beijing Film Academy was destined to be anything but peaceful.

The boy with the DV camera is named Zhang Wei. He is a second-year student majoring in photography and a typical internet addict.

I'm sitting in front of the computer, staring intently at the progress bar on the screen.

The internet speed in 2002 was so slow that it made you want to smash your keyboard.

The video file is too large to upload.

Zhang Wei was so anxious that he scratched his head and finally had to reluctantly compress the image quality to a completely degraded version before watching the progress bar slowly climb like a snail.

Finally, the upload was successful.

He took a deep breath, posted the message, and then made himself a cup of instant noodles.

When he returned three minutes later, the fork in his hand fell directly to the ground.

The number of replies to the post has gone from "0" to "99+".

In an era before the internet was fully developed, this data was absolutely phenomenal.

"Holy crap! Who is this? Does our school have a genius like this?"

"What's the name of this song? 'Invisible Wings'? I can't find it! Is it an original?!"

"I was there! Seriously, I got goosebumps all over! That voice was amazing!"

"I know this girl! Liu Qianqian from the 02 acting class! She usually seems pretty aloof, but I didn't expect her to be so fierce!"

"I need uncensored, high-resolution images! The video is too blurry; I can't see the faces clearly!"

"Hey upstairs, I have photos! I took them secretly from the front row!"

Immediately afterwards, a photo was posted.

The photo is a bit dark, but you can still clearly see the girl in the center of the stage, wearing a white shirt and holding a guitar.

The spotlight shone on her, and she tilted her head back, her eyes stubborn yet clear, as if at that moment she truly possessed wings.

The moment this photo was posted, the forum exploded.

"I'm dead! This is so beautiful!"

"His looks and charisma are simply breathtaking!"

"That's what you call class! Compared to Wang Man, it's like the difference between a fairy and a demon!"

"So pure! So pure! This is the kind of campus belle we should have at Beijing Film Academy!"

"I want to protect that smile! Does anyone have her contact information? I'll offer a large reward!"

In less than an hour, Liu Qianqian's name spread like a virus throughout the Beijing Film Academy, and even began to spread to the surrounding Central Academy of Drama and Minzu University.

A brand new title was born amidst countless replies and was quickly pinned and highlighted.

"Pure Goddess".

……

Girls' dormitory, room 302.

"Snapped!"

An expensive makeup mirror was smashed to the ground, its lenses shattering everywhere.

Wang Man sat in front of the computer, looking at the screen full of "pure goddess", "beating", and "god-level scene", and trembled with anger.

Her face was contorted in a grotesque way, making her originally exquisite makeup look particularly ironic.

For this gala, she spent over 100,000 yuan on costumes, hired professional choreographers, and even used her family connections.

The results of it?

They all became mere foils!

He became a stepping stone for Liu Qianqian, who was wearing ripped jeans and carrying a broken guitar!

"Why...why!"

Wang Man gripped the mouse so tightly that her fingernails were digging into the plastic.

"Stop pretending to be a pure and innocent girl! A country bumpkin like you doesn't deserve it!"

"Damn it, damn it!"

She suddenly stood up and swept all the expensive bottles and jars off the table.

"Splash—"

The bottle of 2,000 yuan "miracle water" shattered on the ground, its luxurious fragrance filling dormitory 302.

Meanwhile, in an old residential area a few kilometers away, the air was filled with a rich aroma of scallion oil.

"The noodles are ready."

Yu Le placed three large bowls on the dining table, the bottoms of the bowls hitting the wooden table with a dull thud.

Each bowl contained two golden-brown fried eggs, a few stalks of blanched, bright green bok choy, and a few slices of sizzling, oily fried ham sausage on top.

He transformed simple noodles into a feast fit for a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

Liu Xiaoli had just wiped the guitar clean and put it away when she smelled this odor, and her stomach immediately growled.

She glanced at Yu Le somewhat shyly, then pulled out a chair and sat down.

"This is too much food. Eating so much so late at night, I'm going to gain weight tomorrow."

Despite saying that, his chopsticks honestly reached for the runny yolk egg.

Liu Qianqian was already starving.

She had expended too much energy at the party, and now, looking at the red and green bowl, she didn't care about maintaining a ladylike image anymore. She picked up the bowl and drank a big mouthful of soup.

As the hot soup went down her throat, the savory flavor burned all the way to her stomach, making her squint her eyes in comfort.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you." Yu Le sat opposite him, slowly picking up a piece of noodles with his chopsticks and blowing on it.