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Chapter 586 Zhang Yan! Zhang Yan!
Friday, November 3, 2023, cloudy.

6:00 AM, Shenzhen Bay No. 1.

Accompanied by the pleasant sound of an alarm clock.

Liu Qingning propped herself up on the soft bed and used her voice to turn on the room lights, instantly filling the room with soft light.

She tidied her disheveled hair, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the warm, smooth "Green Gourd" on her chest, and whispered, "Good morning."

She threw off the covers and got out of bed; the cool air quickly woke her up.

I stretched, picked up my phone and checked it; there were no unread messages.

Her eyes flickered almost imperceptibly as she changed into her sportswear and walked outside.

"Good morning, Miss Lime," Aunt Mei greeted softly as she prepared breakfast in the kitchen.

Good morning, Aunt May.

Arriving at the fitness area in the corner of the living room, Liu Qingning turned on the treadmill, placed her phone on the stand in front of her, and began to warm up.

She knew that Tang Song was most likely sleeping with Wen Ruan at that moment.

In fact, before Wen Ruan set off for Guangzhou, he made a special phone call to her, his words carrying a sense of probing and closeness, and he also made an appointment to come to Shenzhen alone to see her when he had time.

In the past, Liu Qingning would probably have subconsciously refused.

The fact that another woman from the Tang Dynasty came to visit her after spending a romantic night with him made her feel uncomfortable from the bottom of her heart.

But now, Su Yu's matter is like a heavy mountain pressing on her chest, so heavy that she can hardly breathe.

In comparison, the presence of gentleness seems less unacceptable.

The treadmill speed gradually increased, and my heart rate quickly reached the optimal fat-burning zone.

Looking out the window at the still-sleeping city, Liu Qingning's breathing became rapid, and sweat trickled down her forehead.

In my mind, however, thoughts surged like a torrent, never ceasing.

The Xuanji Light Realm financing project is about to be launched, and she will represent Qingmi AI in Shanghai.

Before long, she will officially meet this legendary "top beauty".

Not on TV, not at a concert, and not in the news.

Rather, it is in real life, in the world of the Tang and Song dynasties.

Face to face, with no way out.

Liu Qingning felt an unprecedented tension and fear.

No one can ignore Su Yu's beauty and talent. Even women would be attracted to such a beauty, let alone men.

At the same time, a wave of regret welled up inside her once again.

She grew up surrounded by adulation, possessing exceptional talent, outstanding academic performance, and striking good looks, which fostered in her a rationality and independence bordering on arrogance.

It is precisely because of this upbringing that she has some blind spots in emotional cognition.

She couldn't fully empathize with Tang and Song's feelings for her.

She always believed that as long as she was good enough and excellent enough, he would always follow her and meet her at the top.

She took his pursuit for granted, never truly appreciating the weariness and longing in his eyes.

She never imagined she would end up like this, nor could she accept a failed future without the Tang and Song dynasties.

During the years he knew Tang Song, other girls had appeared in his life.

Whether it's female classmates in the same grade or cute junior girls.

After all, Tang Song in high school was tall and thin, sunny and cheerful, and was very likable.

Because of her presence, the girls all tacitly and proactively chose to step back.

Tang Song's gaze never left her.

Of course, besides these people, Liu Qingning was particularly impressed by a girl from the second grade.

They were also Tang and Song's junior high school classmates.

Her name seems to be Zhang Yan.

From the beginning of high school, she would occasionally see him on the campus of No. 1 High School, and each time it was with Tang Song.

With her intuition and natural intelligence, she could naturally sense that the other party was after Tang Song.

The reason I still have some impression of them is because I met them in Beijing more than two years ago.

One time was at Tiantongyuan South subway station.

On another occasion, it was at the headquarters of Gaosi Education.

Her college-founded startup, Century Wisdom Education, is an AI-driven intelligent education technology company that serves these educational institutions.

I once ran into the other party when I was representing the company to discuss cooperation.

She could vaguely guess something, but out of selfishness, she didn't tell Tang Song about it.

Later, as policies tightened, Gaosi Education's business shrank significantly and it was even criticized and ordered to rectify by the Education Commission, so cooperation could not be reached.

Just as she was lost in thought.

"Ding ding ding~~" A WeChat video call came in.

[Tang and Song Dynasties]

Liu Qingning couldn't help but smile at first, then her expression tightened and she slowed down the treadmill.

The video call was connected after a few seconds.

"What? You were exhausted last night? Why did you get up so late today? Don't let the warmth drain you dry!"

Tang Song paused, then said awkwardly, "I had dinner with an executive from 'Smart Chain Future' last night, drank quite a bit, and overslept. They're currently integrating with Lime 3.0's multimodal big model to build their own e-commerce content generation engine..."

As he spoke, he walked to the exercise equipment and began his warm-up exercises.

Sure enough, Liu Qingning's attention was instantly drawn back when the topic of work and AI came up.

Tang Song then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Because they had played a high-intensity ball game with their older sister in the afternoon, both of them were actually quite "calm" before going to bed that night.

However, at 2 a.m., the older sister, having recovered, launched a night attack and bit him.

Tang and Song were caught off guard and confused.

It took a lot of effort to defeat Wenruan.

The two of them didn't fall into a deep sleep until 3 a.m., which is why they woke up late.

after an hour.

Tang Song walked out of the hotel gym, drenched in sweat, and returned to his suite.

Wenruan was still fast asleep, curled up in the soft bedding, with only a section of her round, fair shoulder showing.

Tang Song walked quietly into the bathroom.

I took a shower and changed into a more formal outfit.

I picked up the tablet in the room and ordered a breakfast that was very characteristic of Guangzhou.

Soon, the doorbell rang, and a beautifully decorated breakfast cart was brought into the room.

Tang Song glanced at the time and walked to the bedside in the master bedroom.

She leaned down and whispered in his soft ear, "Zhuangzhuang, it's time to get up and eat."

Her soft, long eyelashes trembled, and she let out a lazy, nasal hum.

She slowly opened her eyes, her peach blossom eyes filled with a hint of confusion.

She stretched with an incredibly alluring yawn, and her La Perla silk nightgown clung tightly to her body with her movement, her breathtaking E-cup breasts almost spilling out.

Immediately afterwards, she hugged Tang Song's waist, lifted the hem of his shirt, and gently rubbed her face against his firm belly.

The kiss traveled down from his eight-pack abs, stopping at his V-line.

Tang Song's breathing instantly became heavy. He reached out and ran his hand through her silky hair, feeling the delicate touch on her scalp.

With his other hand, he traced the edge of her nightgown, feeling the unique warmth and fullness of the older sister.

She gently licked her full lips and said in a husky, mature voice, "Your figure is so tempting. I couldn't stand being with you every day."

Tang Song's appearance perfectly matched her sexual preferences.

Nowadays, V-shaped abs, six-pack abs...

It's absolutely terrible, I can't take it anymore.

Tang Song blinked and whispered in the older sister's ear, "Then let's find teammates."

"Hehe, I knew you had this in mind." Wen Ruan bit his lower abdomen, then looked at him seductively and said, "Actually, it's not impossible."

"Huh? Really?" Tang Song's throat bobbed, and he tightened his fingers.

Wen Ruan nodded, panting, and said, "Liu Qingning is in Shenzhen. Tomorrow is the weekend, so call her over. The bed in the presidential suite is huge; it can comfortably fit the three of us."

Upon hearing this, Tang Song's eyelids twitched. "Then... let's forget about it."

To make Liu Qingning play this kind of game with me?

Just thinking about it makes me want to explode.

Given Bai Yueguang's personality, she might actually take scissors and "chop" herself off.

"Hmph!" Wen Ruan snorted and glared at him. "You just think I'm easy to bully. If it were Liu Qingning, you'd immediately back down."

"That's because my sister is too tempting."

"Screw you."

The two of them exchanged a few words.

Arriving at the restaurant, sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire city of Guangzhou and enjoy a leisurely and delicious breakfast.

Cantonese dim sum, wonton noodles, ginkgo nut, scallop, and abalone congee…

The two ate to their hearts' content.

After finishing her meal, Wen Ruan went into the dressing room and came out wearing a bespoke business suit.

Elegant and capable, with exquisite makeup and a confident and composed gaze.

This is a stark contrast to the languid and alluring enchantress she was before.

Wen Ruan raised her chin slightly and said calmly, "Let's go, President Tang, it's time to get back to work."

After saying that, just as she was about to turn around to get her bag, Tang Song pulled her into his arms and gave her a wet kiss.

...

9 o'clock in the morning.

The two arrived at Fuli Yingkai Plaza in Tianhe District, where the Guangzhou branch of Xingyun International Group is located.

This place is located on the west side of the central axis of Zhujiang New Town CBD, next to the Four Seasons Hotel IFC where they are staying.

As a core branch in South China, the company is located on the 39th floor of the building, leasing half a floor of 1200 square meters of office space, equipped with high-end reception hall, meeting rooms, live broadcast rooms and other facilities, with more than 120 employees.

It basically covers all business operations.

The arrival of Wenruan attracted great attention from the branch office.

As she and Tang Song walked side by side into the branch office on the 39th floor of the building, all the senior executives who were already waiting in the reception hall immediately came to greet them, each with a professional and enthusiastic welcome on their face.

"Chairman Wen!"

"Good morning, Chairman Wen!"

"Welcome, Chairman Wen, for your guidance!"

Amidst respectful greetings, Wenruan smiled and nodded with ease, her gaze sweeping across the crowd before lingering briefly on a few familiar faces.

She had visited this branch office several times before, so we were somewhat "old acquaintances".

However, things have changed. The ordinary marketing planner back then has now become the head of the group.

My feelings are indescribable.

Wen Ruan introduced Tang Song to some of the key personnel in charge of the branch offices.

Then, turning to the side with an elegant posture, he said, "This is Tang Song, the chairman of Rongliu Capital. He will be joining our Nebula International Group in this joint investment in 'Smart Chain Future'."

When Wang Chongxian, the branch manager, heard the words "Rongliu Capital," his smile froze instantly, and his pupils visibly contracted.

Not only him, but the other two or three senior executives present also suddenly became extremely shocked.

As executives in the media and marketing industry, they have a far greater sensitivity to information than the average person.

Just last week, the name that stirred up the entire Hong Kong capital market and ignited countless financial headlines was naturally familiar to everyone!

But to everyone's surprise, the chairman of this company was so young and handsome.

They had previously speculated that the other person might be Wen Dong's "young boyfriend".

"Chairman Tang! I've heard so much about you!" Wang Chongxian stepped forward almost immediately, grasped Tang Song's hands with both of his, and unconsciously bent down a few degrees.

The others quickly gathered around, their enthusiasm bordering on fawning.

She winked playfully at her man, a look of "I'm proud of you."

After a formal and warm greeting, the group entered the conference room under the personal guidance of Wang Chongxian.

A temporary due diligence team composed of elites from Nebula International's Guangzhou branch was also waiting there, and both parties quickly got to work.

Half an hour later.

The convoy set off for the "Smart Chain Future" headquarters located in the Tianyu Business Building in Yuexiu District.

……

At noon.

Book Orange Technology.

"Let's go, Zhang Yan." Lulu tapped on her desk partition. "Let's eat! Let's eat!"

"Oh, I'm here." Zhang Yan quickly saved the manuscript she had just finished writing, tidied up her desk, and stood up.

The two squeezed into the slowly descending elevator and went downstairs.

After walking along the streets for a while, I found myself familiar with the place and entered a nearby fast food restaurant with a cramped space.

The air was filled with the mixed aroma of cooking oil and rice.

Zhang Yan, as usual, ordered a 12-yuan boxed meal, one meat dish and one vegetable dish.

Lulu, on the other hand, seemed quite generous and ordered a set meal of two meat dishes and one vegetable dish for 18 yuan.

The two sat down at a greasy little table.

Lulu excitedly shoveled rice into her mouth, "Zhang Yan, you have no idea, the fund that caused me the worst losses has completely recovered! Including the others, I've made a total of 2200 yuan this month!"

Zhang Yan's eyes widened in surprise: "So many?"

"Yeah, yeah! It's a pity I didn't dare buy stocks back then, otherwise I would have made even more..."

Zhang Yan silently ate her stir-fried tofu skin with pork and shredded potatoes, listening to Lulu constantly spouting professional terms she'd seen on the forum, such as "a multi-billion dollar fund of funds," "market sentiment reversal," and "geopolitical stimulus."

She felt that these things were like clouds floating in the sky, too far, too far removed from her life.

Unlike Lulu, she didn't have much savings; she only had 17,000 yuan in her account.

I have to pay three months' rent upfront at the end of this month, and I also have to raise a dog that eats a lot of oranges.

As the conversation went on, the topic naturally returned to travel expense reimbursement and salary.

Lulu lowered her voice and began to complain, "Our company is getting worse and worse. Look at us lately, it's always checking attendance or enforcing discipline. They drag us into meetings over every little thing. Let me tell you, the more a company goes downhill, the more the leaders like to mess with the employees. That's an ironclad rule! They're just trying to force us to leave!"

Zhang Yan nodded in agreement, her eyes filled with sorrow and worry.

The rice in my mouth doesn't taste good anymore.

After lunch, the two returned to the company.

The atmosphere in the office was even more somber and oppressive than in the morning.

Zhang Yan sat at her workstation, feeling restless and uneasy.

My gaze always unconsciously drifts to the time in the lower right corner.

Lulu, who was standing next to her, asked curiously, "What's wrong, Zhang Yan? Are you feeling unwell?"

Zhang Yan shook her head shyly and said softly, "I...I would like to ask for two hours of time off in the afternoon."

Last night, she missed the two comic books she had been longing for because she had to work overtime.

It's Friday, and she absolutely has to buy it today, no matter what.

"Then hurry up and apply! Your more than 100 hours of compensatory time off can't be converted into cash, and they'll definitely be cleared out by the end of the year, so take them now!" Zhang Yan gave a soft "hmm," opened DingTalk, and clicked the "Apply for Compensatory Time Off" button in the upper right corner of the page.

I hesitated for a moment as I looked at that familiar time off application page.

Thinking of my own comic books.

I took a deep breath, quickly selected the time slot and type of time off in lieu, and clicked "Submit".

Immediately afterwards, the process status showed that the application had reached her superior, Bai Rui, and was awaiting approval.

Time passes little by little.

While working diligently, Zhang Yan couldn't help but refresh her DingTalk page from time to time.

The application has not been approved.

Feeling a little anxious, she opened her chat with Bai Rui, tapped the keyboard, and typed a reminder. But before sending it, she deleted it word by word.

It's about three o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhang Yan lowered her eyes, feeling uneasy.

"Ding--"

A group message suddenly popped up.

[Content Director - Bai Rui: "@Everyone, please stay and work overtime tonight. The big boss is in a meeting outside and needs to be back at the company before 7 PM. Please try to stay until around 7 PM."]

A murmur of discussion immediately arose in the office area.

Immediately afterwards, a heated discussion broke out in their small group chat.

"No way? I already made plans to go to the movies with my girlfriend!"

"Fine, let's just add more. The boss probably wants us to 'show our mettle' by working overtime so our department doesn't get laid off."

"I think it's more like Mr. Bai is trying to 'show off' himself, afraid he'll be laid off first?"

...

Zhang Yan bit her lip, her heart sinking deeper and deeper.

Just like Lulu said, the company is now very strict with attendance and discipline, just to seize the opportunity to lay off people without compensation.

Lately, everyone in the office has become extremely cautious. Even those who slack off at work have disappeared, and taking leave is even rarer.

Time passed slowly, and it got closer and closer to 4 p.m.

A chubby figure walked in from the direction of the office entrance.

Watching Director Bai Rui approach.

Zhang Yan, who was sitting at her workstation on the edge of the corridor, began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

The footsteps are getting closer.

"Whoosh!" She suddenly stood up from her seat and whispered, "Brother Bai."

Bai Rui, who was about to walk past her, glanced at her impatiently: "We can talk about it later."

He waved his hand, gesturing for her to sit down, and prepared to continue walking forward.

Zhang Yan looked up and said, "I requested a day off on DingTalk. It'll be two hours this afternoon. Please remember to approve it."

Bai Rui paused, his brows furrowing instantly. "Didn't you see the message I just sent in the group chat?"

"Whoosh whoosh—"

The surrounding colleagues all looked over, with various expressions.

"I saw it." Zhang Yan looked away, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "But I have urgent business to attend to, and I have to leave at four o'clock."

Bai Rui looked at her, his tone clearly angry: "Does it have to be a day off today? Zhang Yan, are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for me?"

The company is currently experiencing business problems and difficulties in collecting payments. The boss has been holding back finance and human resources, and his intention to lay off employees is quite obvious.

His position as content director was already precarious.

At times like this, one naturally wants to make a good impression on the boss by leading the entire department to work overtime, so that the boss can see his "effort" and "loyalty".

But now, Zhang Yan, who is usually the most obedient and honest, actually dared to undermine him in public!
Zhang Yan's lips moved slightly, and her fingers tightened a little.

She is a very introverted person. Coupled with her childhood experiences, she has been used to following the rules since she was a child. She is unwilling to offend people and dares not make others angry, especially her direct supervisor, Bai Rui.

Her handwriting is like her personality.

Even after graduating from high school, he still wrote like an elementary school student, carefully and meticulously, afraid of making a single mistake or going astray in the slightest.

It wasn't until she went to university and started practicing calligraphy on her own that her stiff brushstrokes gradually developed their own unique style.

She also knew that the safest and least offending way to handle the situation was to transfer the money to the owner of "Shiguang Bookstore" via WeChat first.

Just let him keep the book, and he can pick it up himself this weekend.

But... she really didn't want to miss out again.

In her mind, the 32 neatly arranged Dragon Ball books on the bookshelf came to mind.

She wanted to get them right away.

she thinks.

She had never wanted anything so intensely as she did at that moment.

An unprecedented impulse surged and churned within her.

"Go back to work, I have other things to do," Bai Rui said impatiently, and started walking back to his office.

A crisp "snap" sound echoed through the quiet office.

Amidst the astonished gazes of all her colleagues in the office, Zhang Yan abruptly slammed her laptop shut.

Grabbing his backpack, he said to Bai Rui's retreating figure, "I'm leaving now."

Then, without looking back, he walked towards the company gate.

Her steps were a little unsteady at first, but she walked faster and faster, and became more and more steady.

The moment she stepped out of the company's glass doors, the gazes of her colleagues and superiors seemed to be instantly cut off.

It was as if they had broken free from an invisible, long-suppressed cage.

Zhang Yan's steps became lighter than ever before.

She rushed into the elevator, rushed out of the Huiming Building, and rushed into the cool, free afternoon air of Guangzhou.

Running, subway, transfers, shared bikes...

When she finally arrived at the entrance of "Shiguang Bookstore," panting heavily, it was already getting dark.

Seeing the storefront still lit with warm lights, Zhang Yan smiled broadly.

Pushing open the door, the wind chimes jingled.

"Tread! Tread! Tread!"

"Boss, I'm here. Where are volumes 33 and 34 of Dragon Ball?"

The shop owner, a gentle middle-aged man, was tidying up the bookshelves. When he saw Zhang Yan bursting in breathlessly, he was taken aback at first, but then immediately realized what was happening.

"Oh, it's over here, over here. I've saved it for you carefully."

As he spoke, the shop owner smiled and took out two comic books carefully wrapped in kraft paper from under the counter.

Zhang Yan extended her hands and solemnly accepted the two books.

The moment her fingertips touched the pages, she felt as if she had grasped a world she had lost and then regained.

Her fingers trembled as she unwrapped the book and examined it repeatedly.

Qiongzhou Photography and Fine Arts Publishing House, 2009 edition.

It's in very good condition, with only a slight yellowing at the edges of the pages.

After confirming that everything was correct, she looked up and bowed deeply to the boss, saying, "Thank you."

"Uh..." The shop owner was a little embarrassed by her serious attitude. "Young lady, you're too kind. These two books at the end are relatively rare, so I quoted you 70 yuan each before. How about this, you can give me 120 yuan, I'll give you a discount."

"Let's go with 70 yuan a book then." Zhang Yan quickly picked up her phone, scanned the code, and paid 140 yuan.

The book truly belonged to her now.

She finally collected the last two books.

"Would you like to see any other books? We've recently received a lot of good stock," the shopkeeper asked with a smile.

"No need, thank you." Zhang Yan thanked her again, carefully placing the two comic books into her backpack as if they were precious treasures.

I walked out of the bookstore.

She stood on the street corner, staring blankly at the endless stream of cars and the flashing neon lights for a long time.

She was only brought back to her senses when a cell phone rang.

Line connected.

Lulu's voice came through: "Hey? Zhang Yan, are you okay? I've been sending you messages but you haven't replied."

"It's okay," Zhang Yan said softly. "I've bought the books."

Lulu said in a low voice, "Sigh, you. Fatty Bai is really angry with you. You were a bit too impulsive before. At least don't embarrass him in front of him."

"I..." Zhang Yan's lips moved, but her eyes were lowered, and she did not speak again.

"Okay, okay, I'm glad to know you're alright. I was quite worried about you, I'll come see you tonight."

Zhang Yan hesitated for a moment, then hummed in agreement.

After hanging up the phone, she breathed a sigh of relief and rode a shared bicycle toward the subway station.

Dusk gradually swallowed her slender figure.

...

Lanxinyuan Residential Community, Liwan District.

"Squeak—" The old security door was pushed open.

"Meow—" Orange immediately emerged from the corner of the sofa, taking light cat steps, and affectionately rubbed her body against her trouser leg, making a satisfied purring sound in her throat.

Zhang Yan squatted down, affectionately stroked its fluffy head, and then quickly went to the desk in the living room.

She opened her backpack, carefully took out the two brand-new comic books, pushed aside a row of books on the simple bookshelf, and neatly placed the last two books inside.

With this, all 34 volumes of the 2009 Hainan Island edition of "Dragon Ball" have been collected.

Her fingers began from the spine of the first volume, scrolling slowly backward until they touched the edge of the last volume.

Time seemed to be compressed at this moment, and those long-forgotten, fragmented memories about boys and comics surged into my mind like a tide.

She closed her eyes and exhaled a long, soft breath.

The wish that had been buried in her heart for so long had finally come to be made.

It was completely dark outside the window.

Zhang Yan sat down at her desk, took out a stack of letterheads bearing the letter "Yancheng Agricultural University" from the drawer, and pulled out the ballpoint pen she was used to holding.

Unlike in previous years, this time, she felt no hesitation or fear.

It seems that Dragon Ball truly gave her the courage to do anything.

The paper is laid flat, the pen tip hovers, and then it falls.

Neat handwriting appeared on the letter paper: "Dear classmate: —"

……

At 8 p.m., in the quiet, private office of the presidential suite on the 97th floor of the Four Seasons Hotel.

"Ding-dong—" A WeChat notification sound suddenly rang out.

Tang Song shifted his gaze from the laptop to his phone.

Several new message notifications are quietly displayed on the lock screen.

[Breathing with a Smile: Photo.jpg...]

Upon seeing this familiar yet unfamiliar nickname, Tang Song's thoughts paused almost imperceptibly, and a flood of memories rushed back to him.

It seems like a few months ago, this "smiling breathing" person took the initiative to add me as a friend.

It was only because he was addressed as "Tang Song classmate" that the application was approved.

He unlocked his phone, opened the notifications, and entered the long-dormant chat window.

The previous chat history is still saved; it's from four months ago.

[Smiling Breath: "Hello, Tang Song. I'm not asking you to help me with Pinduoduo, nor am I asking to borrow money, and I'm not trying to sell any products. I have no malicious intent. I just haven't decided what to say yet, so could you please not delete me?"]

[Tang Song: "Okay, classmate."]

[Breathing with a smile: "Thank you."]

Next came a few photos she sent.

Tang Song clicked on the photo.

A carefully photographed piece of letter paper filled the screen.

The edges of the letter were slightly curled, indicating that it had been carefully preserved for a long time.

The text above is handwritten.

Neat and meticulous, each stroke carefully executed, with an almost clumsy earnestness, like a primary school student carefully writing a single stroke in an exercise book, afraid of making a mistake.

Immediately afterwards, lines of text flowed before his eyes.

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Hello, classmate:
I thought about it for a long time, not knowing what title to use that would sound both formal and sincere; nor what opening remarks to use that would not seem abrupt or presumptuous.

In the end, we decided to use this simplest, and also the most clumsy, method.

I think the most romantic thing about print media is that it can be folded, touched, and preserved for a long time, becoming tangible evidence of time.

But my handwriting is really not good; it's always so ordinary and lacks style. I can only try my best to make it neater, but I'm too embarrassed to actually send you this letter that carries so much emotion.

Ultimately, I can only send it to you electronically like this.

I think you probably don't remember me very well, so I won't introduce myself (actually, I'm a little ashamed).

I'm 26 years old this year, and I don't know when I'll be swept along by the tides of life and step into the next stage. So before everything changes completely, I want to simply summarize and say goodbye to my past.

From my hometown to Yancheng, from high school to university, and then from the capital to Guangzhou in the south.

Over these long ten years, my heart seems to consist of only three things: studying, working, and you.

I have no intention of harassing you in any way, nor do I expect anything in return.

I just want you to know that there was someone whose gaze followed you for a very, very long time.

I wonder if you've ever read a book called "Places Everywhere, Me Nowhere".

If I had to give the most accurate summary of everything I'm about to say, I think nothing would be more fitting than this book title.

You might notice that the playground is emptier than usual on Tuesdays; you might remember which volume of "Slam Dunk" the bookstore across from No. 1 Middle School recently received; you might know that the spicy hot pot on the first floor of the Yanke University cafeteria has gone up by one yuan; you might even have your attention momentarily diverted by the announcements in the crowded subway in Beijing.

But you probably won't notice me.

I have tried my best to glimpse a corner of every detail of your life, even from afar.

The chances of meeting you are actually not many, and I cherish every single one of them.

When you appear before me, it's as if a perfectly square picture frame immediately appears in my mind's eye.

It's not very big, just big enough to fit one person; it's not very long either, just enough to finish reading a Shakespearean sonnet.

And I stood outside that picture frame, watching quietly, until the picture frame and your figure disappeared together.

The rest of my life was like a book being turned very quickly by the wind.

I drifted from one city to another, from the north to the south.

Sometimes, I wake up in the damp, cold nights of Guangzhou and listen to the fine rain outside my window.

I can always picture you wearing a white shirt and faded blue jeans, riding your bicycle past me.

The image of that clean-cut, radiant boy in my memory sustained me through countless long and difficult days.

Most of the faces that crossed paths during my youth have long since become blurred, but your silhouette remains clearer and clearer in my heart, day by day.

This is the complete set of Dragon Ball, the 2009 edition, which I collected over a long period of time. I'd like to send it to you if you'd like.

I believe your life will be wonderful, just like the shonen manga you love, full of passionate companions and exciting chapters.

So, I also wish you will always be as passionate, brave, and with light in your eyes as you were in your youth.

(End of this chapter)