Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

Wen Shu didn't reply, but lowered her head and took a sip of water.

Just as Luo Guihua was about to continue speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Sister! You're back!"

Wentao burst in, yelling, "Is that Mercedes downstairs yours? Can you give me a ride around?"

Wen Shu ignored him and continued drinking water.

Wentao persisted: "Sis~ just one lap, ten minutes!"

"Wen Tao!"

Luo Guihua growled, startling Wen Tao into immediately shrinking back: "Go back to your room, your sister has something to do."

"But……"

"go with!"

Wen Tao reluctantly turned around, walked to the door, then turned back and looked at Wen Shu longingly.

Wen Shu didn't look at him.

The door closed, and the room became quiet.

Luo Guihua looked a little uncomfortable: "Your brother is just a troublemaker, don't take it to heart."

Wen Shu looked up at Luo Guihua and suddenly realized something.

In the past, in this family, no one could stop Wentao from wanting anything.

He takes her things, and nobody says anything. He throws a tantrum, and the whole family comforts him. He throws a fit, and in the end, it's always the adults who give in.

But today, Luo Guihua actually yelled at Wen Tao?

It turns out that my mother does take care of my younger brother.

So it turns out that younger brothers can be controlled.

Wen Shu lowered her eyes, her feelings indescribable.

Feeling wronged? Angry? Relieved?

There was none of that, but rather... a very faint sense of absurdity.

"mom."

Wen Shu stood up and handed the water glass back: "I'm leaving."

"Aren't you staying for dinner?"

"No, I have other things to do."

Luo Guihua hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

"Then drive carefully."

"Ah."

Wen Shu picked up her old schoolbag and walked out of the room.

As she passed through the living room, Wentao was curled up on the sofa playing games. He glanced up at her but didn't dare to make a sound.

Wen Shu changed her shoes and opened the door.

"You just got your driver's license, so drive slowly!"

Luo Guihua saw her off at the door, giving her repeated instructions. As she watched her youngest daughter go downstairs, she suddenly remembered the rainy day when her second daughter left.

My heart is filled with mixed feelings...

Back in the car, Wen Shu drove to the vocational high school she used to attend.

Wen Shu parked the car on the side of the road and got out.

The school gate remains the same, with a large bulletin board on the side and colorful posters pasted in the glass display case.

Outstanding graduates' profiles, list of skills competition winners, and various commendation notices.

She walked over, her gaze sweeping over the rows of photos, then paused.

My ID photo was pasted in the center, next to a line of red text on a white background: "[Wen Shu: Outstanding Graduate of 20xx, Now Admitted to Peking University]"

After a couple of seconds of stunned silence, Wen Shu burst out laughing.

It's normal for schools to try to embellish their reputations; the vocational high school principal even called her about it, and she didn't object.

but……

Admitted to Peking University.

Outstanding vocational high school graduates.

Put them together, and they have an absurd sense of humor no matter how you look at them.

"Wen Shu?!"

A gasp came from behind.

Wen Shu turned her head.

I saw two girls carrying plastic bags containing several bottles of water and snacks.

She recognized them.

My roommates in vocational high school were named Xu Miaomiao and Zhou Ting.

"It really is you!"

Xu Miaomiao ran over and looked her up and down: "Holy crap, you've changed so much!"

Zhou Ting followed behind, her eyes wide as she stared at the black Mercedes outside the school gate.

That car... is yours?

"It belongs to my brother-in-law."

Wen Shu spoke calmly, offering no further explanation.

Just like in the dorm, Xu Miaomiao stepped forward and took her arm: "Why didn't you tell us you got into Peking University? We only found out from the school's bulletin board."

"Just finished."

Wen Shu smiled and asked, "How are you all doing lately?"

"What can you do? Just get by."

Xu Miaomiao shrugged: "I found a job at a bubble tea shop. Zhou Ting might go to a junior college after summer vacation..."

Zhou Ting chimed in, "We're on our way to the pool hall; several old classmates are there. Do you want to come along?"

Wen Shu thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll take you."

"Are you driving?"

Xu Miaomiao appeared excited.

"Hmm... let's go."

Wen Shu opened the car door and got into the driver's seat.

The two girls exchanged a glance and quickly climbed into the back seat.

As the car drove out of the school gate, Wen Shu looked ahead.

Xu Miaomiao leaned against the back of the chair: "Wen Shu, did Zhu Ang go to Xingcheng to look for you a few days ago?"

"Correct."

"That's just how he is, he's got a screw loose."

Zhou Ting chimed in, "Last time you were bragging to us about how good your relationship used to be, it made us so embarrassed."

Wen Shu smiled but didn't reply.

"Oh right, do you remember Li Sisi? She's the one from the next class, she's quite pretty."

Xu Miaomiao started gossiping: "She dropped out of school and got together with a guy who owns a hair salon, but it turns out that guy has a wife back in his hometown and a two-year-old child."

"real or fake?"

"Why would I lie to you? She's still showing off her relationship on social media. We don't know whether we should tell her or not."

Zhou Ting chimed in: "And then there's Zhang Lei. He used to work as a waiter at a KTV. He was heavily in debt from online loans. His mother paid off tens of thousands of yuan for him, but then he went and borrowed more money."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

The two of them talked back and forth, getting more and more excited as they talked.

Wen Shu occasionally responded with a few words, neither agreeing nor interrupting.

She and they no longer had much in common to talk about...

The car stopped in front of the billiard hall.

Several young people were squatting by the door, smoking. They had brightly colored hair, wore flashy short-sleeved shirts, and had a casual demeanor.

Wen Shu turned off the engine, opened the door, and got out of the car.

Xu Miaomiao and Zhou Ting climbed out of the back seat and shouted to the people at the door, "They're here! They're here!"

Several people turned around, one of whom was Zhu Ang with yellow hair.

His gaze first fell on Xu Miaomiao, then shifted to Wen Shu, his pupils slightly contracting.

Wen Shu stood quietly by the car, her long hair loose and her makeup light.

The blond-haired man forgot to smoke his cigarette, and his fingers froze in mid-air.

In the end, he simply nodded to Wen Shu as a greeting, then quickly looked away, not daring to say another word.

Wen Shu didn't even look at him, but turned to Xu Miaomiao: "I'm leaving first, you guys have fun."

"So soon, aren't you going in?"

"I have other things to do."

"Okay, then drive carefully."