You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Jiang Che: "..."

Okay, this threat sounds cute, but it doesn't seem very dangerous.

But Jiang Che knew very well that, given Su Qinghe's slightly sickly and delicate personality, she was truly capable of doing it.

As for where to bite and how to bite, that's none of your business.

So Jiang Che silently added an expedited processing label to his confession plan in his mind.

After confirming that Su Qinghe's emotions had completely stabilized, Jiang Che turned around and waved to the photographer who had been waiting quietly beside him.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, sir."

The photographer seemed unfazed, waving his hand with a smile, "It's alright, it's alright, they're young, we can understand."

"So...can we begin now?"

"Okay, that's fine."

After receiving Jiang Che's reply, the photographer picked up his camera and walked over.

He first surveyed the surrounding environment and lighting, then found a relatively clean spot nearby and beckoned the two of them over.

"Come on, come over here. Yes, this is the spot. The lighting is perfect."

Jiang Che and Su Qinghe walked side by side and stood in the position designated by the photographer.

The photographer was clearly very experienced, constantly giving instructions while adjusting the camera settings.

"Girl, move half a step to the left... Yes, yes, good—boy, turn your body slightly to the side and face her."

"Hmm... You can be more natural with your hands, you don't have to be so stiff."

"Okay! That's it! Very good!"

The photographer raised his camera, crouched down slightly to find a low angle for the shot, and said, "Look at the camera—smile!"

The shutter clicked.

The photographer then had the two change poses several more times, including standing side by side, back to back, and Su Qinghe holding up a bouquet of baby's breath to cover half of her face, leaving only her eyes visible.

After each shot, the photographer would look down at the photo and make clicking noises.

"Great shot... You two look really good together, the lighting is perfect, the picture is very visually appealing."

After taking the last photo, the photographer flipped through the playback photos in the camera, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Okay, all taken."

Jiang Che walked over and looked at the photos.

The boy and girl in the photo stand in the June sunshine; one is wearing a clean and refreshing blue and white school uniform, while the other is wearing a bright and gentle light blue floral dress.

Fits well.

The two naturally exchanged WeChat contacts, and then Jiang Che casually transferred a red envelope to the photographer. The amount wasn't large or small, but it was more than enough as a token of gratitude.

"Oh, no need, no need, it's my duty—"

"Here you go, sir. You've worked hard today."

The photographer politely declined a couple of times but accepted the money anyway, waving goodbye to the two with a smile before heading off to take photos of other students.

Jiang Che and Su Qinghe, on the other hand, finally had a rare opportunity to openly hold hands and stroll on the playground, but before they had walked far, the head of their grade suddenly announced their presence over the school's public address system—

"Attention all senior students, attention all senior students—please line up in class order on the playground."

"The send-off ceremony is about to begin. Class teachers, please organize your students to line up and walk down the red carpet out of the school gate, starting with Class 1 of the Science stream."

Upon hearing the announcement, the students who were taking photos and chatting in various places immediately began to gather in twos and threes towards the playground.

Jiang Che and Su Qing followed the crowd and walked towards their class on the playground.

By this time, almost all the students in Class 1 had gathered. Even without Mr. Li's arrangement, the students subconsciously lined up in two rows, boys and girls, from tallest to shortest, following the same formation they had used for the past three years.

Jiang Che and Su Qinghe, being relatively tall, both stood at the front of the line.

After standing still, Jiang Che's gaze involuntarily turned forward, only to discover that a very long red carpet had been laid out on the road from the playground to the school gate at some point.

In the middle of the red carpet, there is an archway decorated with flowers, with the four gilded characters "A Bright Future" hanging on it.

At this very moment, both sides of the red carpet were densely packed with first- and second-year high school students.

They held handmade farewell banners and balloons, some saying "Have a safe journey, seniors," and others saying "Good luck on the college entrance exam!"

Some of them have crooked but cute smiley faces drawn on them.

The youthful faces were filled with sincere blessings and a hint of reluctance to part, and some of the younger female students already had tears welling up in their eyes.

Jiang Che glanced at the scene and a strange, inexplicable feeling welled up inside him.

It's been three years.

Three years of high school is neither a long nor a short time.

He grew up experiencing so much: he chased after the wrong people, stumbled badly, and met the girl who changed everything during his lowest point.

It felt so short that it seemed like he had just stepped into the gates of No. 1 High School yesterday, and today he was already walking down the red carpet and saying goodbye.

"Class One students, get ready, we're off!"

Just then, Old Li's voice came from the front of the line.

Jiang Che instantly snapped out of his thoughts, took a deep breath, and glanced at Su Qinghe in the next line.

Su Qinghe happened to look at him at that moment.

Their eyes met amidst the noisy crowd. The girl smiled at him, her lips moving silently.

Although Jiang Che couldn't hear what she said, he still accurately read those two words by reading her lips—

"come on."

He smiled and silently replied with two words: "Keep it up."

"Walk--"

With Lao Li's command, the science class began to march towards the school gate.

The students stood on a neatly laid red carpet, flanked by a dense crowd of younger students, and bathed in the brilliant sunshine overhead.

The procession passed through a flower-decorated archway, and the four gilded characters "A Bright Future" were drawn above each student's head in turn.

The cheers and blessings behind me gradually faded away.

Before leaving the school, Jiang Che couldn't help but turn around and take one last look at the No. 1 Middle School campus behind him.

The school building, the playground, the flower beds, and... the tree-lined paths he and Su Qinghe had walked countless times together...

They all stayed there quietly, as if saying their final goodbye.

A moment later, Jiang Che withdrew his gaze.

Goodbye, No. 1 High School.

Thank you for letting me meet her.

……

Life after leaving school went pretty much as Jiang Che had expected.

Nothing earth-shattering happened, nor were there any sudden turning points.

All that's left are two simple and tedious words: practice problems.

Every morning at seven o'clock, after washing up and having breakfast, the two of them would sit down at their desks and begin round after round of intensive practice problems.

Chinese, Mathematics, English, Physics, Chemistry, Biology.

Six courses, one after another, in rotation.

Su Qinghe was working on her own practice problems, and occasionally she would take the time to explain a few problems that Jiang Che was unsure about.

Jiang Che, on the other hand, buried himself in doing test papers one after another. After finishing one, he would check the answers, correct his mistakes, and then move on to the next one.

Day after day, in an endless cycle.

To be honest, these days are really boring.

But it's not all boring.

Because whenever Jiang Che looked up to rub his eyes, he could always see Su Qinghe sitting opposite him, her head down, writing intently.

The pen scratched across the paper, and stray hairs fell from her ears, obscuring half of her face.

Occasionally, she would subconsciously raise her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, revealing a small section of her fair neck and a focused profile.

Then, perhaps sensing Jiang Che's gaze, she would turn her head slightly and look at him with her clear eyes.

He didn't say anything, just glanced at me.

A slight smile played at the corners of her lips.

Then he lowered his head and continued writing.

That one glance was enough for Jiang Che to sustain him for several hours.

So although life was very boring, with Su Qinghe by his side, everything seemed to become quite bearable.

Time passed day by day in this repetitive cycle.

June 4th.

June 5th.

June 6th.

On the evening before the college entrance examination, while the two were immersed in a sea of ​​questions, the doorbell suddenly rang.