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With the curtains drawn and earplugs in, Qin Yizhu fell into a deep sleep.

I'm so tired from sleeping.

He sat on the bed and smacked his lips twice.

Do I have something important to do today?

He took out his phone and glanced at it.

It's 10 o'clock.

It's okay, it won't cause any trouble.

He put on his clothes, drew back the curtains, and was blinded by the sudden sunlight streaming in.

His brows furrowed as he slowly adjusted to the sunlight.

It's so good to be young.

One cannot simultaneously possess youth and the understanding of youth.

But Qin Yizhu is now standing by the window, looking at the tall buildings outside, the traffic and crowds, and feeling sentimental about the life she has now.

Enjoy it.

He pushed open the door, and Wen Yao was already waiting on the sofa in the living room.

Qin Yizhu couldn't help but laugh when he saw her.

"You don't need to wear your school uniform when you go out, right?"

Wen Yao looked down at her clothes, then said "oh," and got up to go back to her room.

"I saved breakfast for you."

Surprisingly, there's even breakfast available.

Qin Yizhu walked to the dining table, where there were still a few fried dough sticks and the soy milk had gone cold.

He didn't heat it up; he just sat down and started eating.

"Don't you want to warm it up?"

Wen Yao changed her clothes and came out of the room, only to see Qin Yizhu sitting at the dining table eating a cold fried dough stick.

I feel like I've had a tough life.

"No, I'll just have one bite."

He finished the last one, drank two sips of the cold soy milk, and then wiped his hands.

Even worse is life.

"Let's go."

Qin Yizhu glanced at her.

The clothes look very ordinary; they wouldn't attract much attention on the street.

"Do you always deal with things this way?"

While waiting for the elevator, Wen Yao asked in a low voice.

"What?"

Qin Yizhu didn't know what Wen Yao was referring to.

"The fried dough sticks and soy milk have gone cold."

You mean that one?

Qin Yizhu looked at the numbers on the elevator control panel and replied:

"It's not really a matter of just going through the motions; it's fine whether I eat breakfast or not."

Unless he gets up very early, he doesn't have much of an appetite in the morning.

I'm not hungry, I can't eat, and I don't want to eat.

"But skipping breakfast is bad for your health."

"That's what they say, but... um."

Qin Yizhu didn't know how to answer.

Wen Yao did not continue speaking.

After the two went downstairs, the ride-hailing car had already arrived.

Qin Yizhu sat in the passenger seat, gave the last four digits of her phone number, and then chatted casually with the driver.

After learning that the two were students from No. 2 Middle School, the middle-aged man's tone became more admiring.

"No. 2 High School is amazing. Getting into No. 2 High School is basically a sure thing for getting into a university."

One foot is in undergraduate studies, the other foot is in 1992.

But then again, the admission scores for No. 2 High School are what they are, and the student body is full of elites, so it doesn't matter who teaches it.

This is the chicken-or-egg question.

Whether it was the high quality of teaching at No. 2 Middle School that gave them the confidence to set such high admission scores, or whether their high admission scores led to this snowballing effect, no one can say for sure.

Qin Yizhu leans towards the former.

After all, the latter's style of play is a bit too Burmese.

It's the same as a scam.

Although the world is a huge makeshift organization, if the teachers' teaching quality is subpar, it would have collapsed long ago.

It can only be said that the quality of students and the level of teachers complement each other.

Wen Yao sat in the back seat, looking at the scenery outside the car window.

She wasn't very familiar with the area, but she felt that the city center definitely looked much more prosperous than the suburbs.

"Are the clothes here very expensive?"

After Qin Yizhu and she settled that score yesterday, she felt that it made some sense.

I think I've been a little too frugal.

She searched online and found that many bank loans have complicated procedures, but student loans are easy to apply for and approved.

Moreover, it's more accurate to call it a loan than a loan.

There are also various work-study programs and scholarships.

Looking at it this way, I realize I was indeed being a bit too cautious.

If it's just ordinary clothes, buying a couple of pieces occasionally isn't a big deal.

She's a female high school student, no matter what.

It's perfectly normal to like new clothes.

In fact, children at this age are the most sensitive. Whether they are boys or girls, their concepts of height, weight, wealth, beauty, and ugliness are gradually being formed.

Qin Yizhu also felt that if Wen Yao's condition continued like this, she would become withdrawn and alienated from society.

Anyway, let's take it slow.

At least be more confident.

"There are quite a few shops inside, let's go check them out one by one."

Qin Yizhu had no such concerns.

If it's expensive, just leave. What's the big deal?

He's never embarrassed about these things.

He'd turn around and leave even if the elderly folks serving him food at the restaurant just gave him a couple of slaps on the hand.

Before leaving, he even threw out a comment: "How stingy."

The two entered the mall. Qin Yizhu glanced at the shopping guide and then led Wen Yao straight to the floor where the women's clothing was located.

Aren't you going to buy it?

Wen Yao asked him.

Qin Yizhu shook his head.

That would take too much time.

Moreover, offline menswear stores are all pretty much the same.

I need to make a change now, so I can no longer buy NPC menswear in physical stores that has such a weak personal style.

After all, clothes make the man and a saddle makes the horse.

"Let's go in and take a look."

The two of them were a bit like headless flies. To be specific, Qin Yizhu was like a rich second-generation from a nouveau riche family, while Wen Yao, who was next to him, was like a village girl who had just arrived in the city.

The combination of these two looks strange no matter how you look at it.

"Shall we go in?"

"It's free to look."

After Qin Yizhu finished speaking, he stepped inside.

There weren't many people inside, and Qin Yizhu felt the clothes on the racks were alright.

The styles are quite comprehensive.

"Qin Yizhu?"

Just as he was looking around, a woman's voice rang out beside him.

He paused for a moment, then turned around to look.

Is it really that coincidental?

"Well……"

"You have this kind of fetish?"

Qin Yizhu could tell from Chi Lingyuan's usually expressionless face that "this world is beyond saving."

"Can you just jump from here?"

"Spending time with your girlfriend?"

Chi Lingyuan's eyes held a complex expression.

It seems no one has ever mentioned that he has a girlfriend.

He himself never said that.

"Gentle."

When he said that name, Chi Lingyuan had already seen Wen Yao following behind Qin Yizhu, looking somewhat reserved.

Wen Yao also saw Chi Lingyuan.

The two of them naturally knew each other.

"You two talked?"

Even Chi Lingyuan's tone carried a hint of disbelief.

"No, no, no, no."

Wen Yao waved her hands repeatedly, looking somewhat nervous.

How come I run into someone I know while I'm out buying clothes?

"We just happened to meet."

Qin Yizhu felt that he had never been so sincere as he was today.

Chi Lingyuan glanced at him, then at Wen Yao behind him, who looked embarrassed.

"Bumped into each other at a women's clothing store?"

Why don't you say it was a chance encounter in the men's restroom?

"I'm very tight-lipped; I won't tell anyone."

Chi Lingyuan looked away.

This is, after all, their private matter.

"The situation is a bit complicated, but we are definitely not in a romantic relationship."

"Um."

You're so dense!

"Have I caused you any trouble?"

Wen Yao looked at the two people who seemed a little strange and asked in a low voice.

"No trouble."

"Um, I'm sorry, we really are just friends."

"No, why are you apologizing to her?"

Qin Yizhu really wanted to bang his head on the ground.

What are they thinking?

Is there anything useful in the minds of these teenagers?