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Qin Yizhu and Chi Lingyuan sat in their seats. As the lights gradually dimmed, the girl idols, dressed in slightly flamboyant performance outfits, also took to the stage.

There are so many people.

This was Qin Yizhu's first reaction.

It's hard to tell who's who.

After the dance ended, a group of people stood in three rows and began the MC segment, with each member giving a birthday greeting before speaking.

Qin Yizhu only raised his hand after one of the rather cute-looking girls read Wang Gaofeng's ID twice.

The main issue is that his ID is somewhat embarrassing.

Zhongkang sauce.

After recording his birthday wishes, he sent them directly to Wang Gaofeng.

What are the different parts of this performance?

Qin Yizhu asked Chi Lingyuan, who was standing next to her, in a low voice.

"It's about singing, dancing, and MCing—similar to stand-up comedy."

Why are you following this?

Qin Yizhu was puzzled.

It seems like the audience for this kind of group is mainly male.

However, there were quite a few girls present.

"It's hard to say. I just find it interesting, so I've been watching it."

Chi Lingyuan didn't know why she liked watching this.

It's probably because they're so energetic singing and dancing on stage.

People are always attracted to qualities they don't have.

Chi Lingyuan is not exactly a very energetic person.

Just as Qin Yizhu said, she was a bit too cold.

Qin Yizhu didn't say anything more, but just watched quietly from her seat.

Chi Lingyuan said she couldn't leave too early and that she should give each member a high-five when it was over.

With a mindset of not understanding but respect, Qin Yizhu sat there until the end of the performance.

It wasn't until they left the theater that Qin Yizhu could see Chi Lingyuan's attire clearly.

The slightly loose sweatshirt covered her denim shorts, revealing two fair thighs, and she wore a black choker around her neck.

Qin Yizhu couldn't help but take a few more glances.

What a trendy little girl.

When she was at school, it seemed like her school trousers were always dragging on the ground.

But her personal style is actually quite nice.

Chi Lingyuan noticed Qin Yizhu's gaze, but didn't care.

Keep it a secret for me.

As they parted, Chi Lingyuan spoke softly.

It seemed as if they were quite certain that Qin Yizhu wouldn't tell anyone else about what happened today.

Qin Yizhu didn't have that kind of perverse sense of humor, and wouldn't say things like, "You don't want others to know what happened today, do you?" or "I'll live off this secret of yours for the rest of my life."

The main point is that he really didn't have anything to ask of Chi Lingyuan.

Hey, it seems there really is.

"Little bird, you don't want anyone to know what happened today, do you?"

Chi Lingyuan looked at him. Although they had only spent a short week together, and only during evening self-study, she could feel that Qin Yizhu was quite in sync with her.

Because he can even pick up on his own lame jokes.

In a sense, it is quite rare for a humble and unassuming person to find a kindred spirit.

"I choose the fire poker."

Chi Lingyuan said calmly.

Qin Yizhu sighed.

Really satisfied.

"You seem to know quite a bit about fashion."

Qin Yizhu glanced at her from head to toe.

Although fashion sense is largely determined by appearance, Qin Yizhu felt that Chi Lingyuan's outfit was very beautiful.

"Just something I wore."

"Help me promote a few shops."

"You're such a selfish person."

Chi Lingyuan sighed.

Where am I supposed to find a shop for Qin Yizhu? She doesn't even look at men's clothing.

"You don't want me to stage an epic kneeling scene here, do you?"

Imagine Qin Yizhu suddenly kneeling down, hugging her own leg, and saying, "Unnie, wadashi..."

just forget it.

"Don't get your hopes up too high, I'll keep an eye out for you."

She glanced at Qin Yizhu.

Thankfully, they didn't have the same uniform as other boys in this age group—black jogger pants and black mesh sneakers.

While it's true that the overall look of a fashion statement largely depends on one's face, Qin Yizhu clearly only has her height and face left to rely on.

The clothes were ordinary.

Aesthetic appreciation is a discipline.

Qin Yizhu gave Chi Lingyuan an OK sign, and then added,

"Don't go for anything too flashy."

"Um."

If Qin Yizhu just finds a few shops with a suitable style, she should be able to find a style that suits her over time.

At least that's what Chi Lingyuan thinks.

Qin Yizhu returned home with Chi Lingyuan's secret.

It wasn't winter after all; it was still light out at this time of year.

Aside from Wang Gaofeng calling out to his godfather, there was no other activity on the phone.

That girl probably hasn't arrived yet.

Otherwise, they can't just wait for me at the door... right?

As Qin Yizhu walked out of the elevator with these thoughts in mind, he turned around and saw the girl squatting at his door.

She was wearing a school uniform, with a large suitcase in front of her. She was squatting on the ground, hugging her legs with both hands and resting her head on her knees.

Like a homeless kitten.

Qin Yizhu felt a pang in her heart.

Why did it have to be at this time?

The girl seemed to sense something and quickly stood up.

But perhaps because she got up too quickly, she experienced orthostatic hypotension and felt a little dizzy and swayed.

Qin Yizhu quickly took a big step forward and supported her arm.

So detailed.

It looked as if he could break her arm with just a little force.

The sudden touch made the girl tense up, and her face turned somewhat pale.

Qin Yizhu did not notice anything unusual about the other party, and only let go of his hand after confirming that the other party was standing firmly.

"Um, my name is Wen Yao. Sorry to bother you."

The girl steadied herself, lowered her head, and spoke in a barely audible voice.

She wasn't short, but she was rather thin, and the already oversized school uniform looked incredibly flimsy on her.

At this moment, she was looking down, her face hidden behind her thick bangs and black-rimmed glasses.

She looks like a typical country girl.

"When did you arrive?"

Qin Yizhu walked past her, took out his key, and opened the door.

"Just arrived."

"Just arrived?"

Qin Yizhu repeated it.

They must have been waiting here for a long time; their phones are probably dead.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be squatting here in a daze.

"Um."

The door was opened, and Qin Yizhu picked up Wen Yao's suitcase and walked into the room.

Before the latter could react, and was about to say no need to bother, the suitcase was already on the floor.

"Thanks."

She thanked him quietly.

"Sorry, something came up and I wasn't home."

Whether she had just arrived or had been waiting at the door for some time, Qin Yizhu assumed she had arrived long ago.

"No, it's okay."

Wen Yao, who was behind, was somewhat flattered.

She didn't expect the other person to apologize to her.

"My mom has told me about your situation. I'll take you to the guest room in a bit. I usually live at school, but if I want to come back, I'll let you know in advance."

After changing his shoes, Qin Yizhu walked to the living room, sat on the sofa, and did not turn around to look at Wen Yao when he said these words.

After all, it's strange for a man and a woman to live under the same roof.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Tu Rou, telling her that she had arrived. Then he looked at Wen Yao, who was standing in the living room looking a little reserved.

"Why are you standing? Sit down first."

As Qin Yizhu spoke, he got up from the sofa, walked to the kitchen, and just like that day, opened the refrigerator and took out a can of cola.

After opening it, it was placed in front of Wen Yao.

"I won't drink it."

Wen Yao, who had been keeping her head down, quickly waved her hand to indicate that she didn't need it.

"What, are you on your period?"

Qin Yizhu asked casually.

Wen Yao shook her head blankly.

"Then why are you being so polite?"

Qin Yizhu clicked his tongue, suddenly realizing a problem.

"Um, you don't have PTSD related to this, do you?"

His expression showed worry.

How could I have forgotten about this?