Film and Television Variety Show: The Jade Girl's Love Affair

However, the reality is that very few people succeed in starting a business. They judge based on the odds of success in real life, deciding which path is less risky for you in the future.

Are our parents' experiences useful? Of course they are.

Is it suitable for children? Some are suitable, some are not.

"Meng Yanchen, no matter how you choose your path in life, there will always be regrets. People will always romanticize the path they didn't take."

So, why don't you go to university and try your luck, and if you fail, just come back and inherit the family fortune?

what?

Meng Yanchen was surprised by Tang Yu's sudden change of heart.

Are you encouraging me to break free from the path my parents have laid out for me?

Tang Yu chuckled softly and said something like this.

"If Yang Guo hadn't left Xiaolongnu to roam the martial world back then, he would never have been content to live in seclusion in the Ancient Tomb later on."

And I know very well that if you don't try another path, you won't be happy later.

Meng Yanchen's fingers tightened suddenly as he gripped the pen, leaving a deep mark on the white paper.

He looked up at the person in front of him. The wind blew in through the window, and the strands of hair by the person's ear gently brushed against his cheek.

Like the gentle caress of blooming peach blossoms in March against your cheek, the soft touch is like a whisper of spring.

The emotions that had been dormant within her body surged forth almost uncontrollably in an instant, as if they were about to bloom like a flower bud.

Meng Yanchen saw his own reflection in Tang Yu's pupils.

"I find the green hills charming, and I suppose the green hills find me just as charming."

Meng Yanchen murmured softly, his voice so light it seemed as if it could be swept away by the wind in an instant.

His gaze was fixed intently on Tang Yu's eyes, as if he wanted to etch her image into his heart.

The wind outside the window grew gentler, carrying the unique fragrance of spring, freely flowing between the two of them.

Tang Yu's hair was still dancing lightly in the wind, occasionally touching Meng Yanchen's skin, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation that spread along his nerves and reached his heart.

Meng Yanchen trembled slightly. He had never felt such a strong sensation before. His heart was pounding violently in his chest, as if it were about to break free of its restraints.

"Does it have to be after eighteen?"

Hearing Meng Yanchen's hoarse voice, Tang Yu suddenly smiled. Her smile was like the most beautiful flower blooming in spring, bright and charming, yet with a hint of cunning.

She tilted her head slightly, looked at Meng Yanchen with bright eyes, and said softly.

"If it's just a casual fling, a relationship that ends quickly, then it doesn't matter when. But I don't think you can afford to play this game."

Meng Yanchen instantly snapped out of his daze. He gripped the pen tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke.

"You're right, I can't afford to play around. I've never had a casual attitude towards you."

He raised his eyes and looked directly at Tang Yu, his eyes filled with seriousness and determination.

"This feeling is of paramount importance to me. I will not act impulsively again and let it die before it matures."

Chapter 8 Meng Yanchen 8

In the second semester of senior year, every week was filled with exams.

Even though I did well on the exam, the atmosphere started to become somewhat oppressive and tense.

When Tang Yu was too tired, she would secretly play a game with Meng Yanchen.

"A little bit of rebellion is fun!"

Meng Yanchen glanced at the game rankings speechlessly.

"This isn't just a little bit of rebellion, is it? You won't stop until you get first place!"

"Getting first place helps me relieve stress."

After Tang Yu finished speaking, she handed the phone to Meng Yanchen and let him play a game.

"Relax, I won't look down on you for being bad at games. After all, no one can beat me!"

While playing the game, Meng Yanchen complained, "Why don't you use your competitive spirit on the last math problem!"

Tang Yu spoke with a heavy heart.

"I'm nowhere near as good as you. You've compiled your mistake notebook into a book called 'Get Rich in Five Years, Find a Partner in Three Years.' Everyone who sees it will give you a thumbs up!"

Suddenly hearing familiar footsteps, she didn't hesitate for a second, snatching the phone from Meng Yanchen's hand and tossing it into the desk drawer with lightning speed.

Then he quickly picked up his pen and started working on the test paper with a serious expression, as if the game he had just played had never happened.

Meng Yanchen and Tang Yu had already cooperated tacitly many times to successfully evade the homeroom teacher's "investigation".

At that moment, he understood immediately and sat up straight, adopting the posture of a model student.

Poor Xiao Yixiao, completely absorbed in the exciting content of a sports magazine, was oblivious to the approaching danger, as no one reminded him.

The homeroom teacher darted to his side like a gust of wind, caught him red-handed, and then ruthlessly called him outside the classroom for a lecture.

After the reprimand, the homeroom teacher, with a look of utter disappointment and frustration, spoke with deep remorse.

"Why can't you learn from Meng Yanchen and Tang Yu?"

I heard you guys are good friends, but how come you haven't learned any of their diligence and studiousness? How did you even become friends with them?

Xiao Yixiao was already internally ranting and raving, and was almost rolling his eyes.

These two were always chatting, playing games, and reading novels in the back, and they were far from being diligent and studious, yet they were never caught by the homeroom teacher.

He was filled with doubt and couldn't understand why the world was so "double-standard".

Why is it always me who suffers bad luck?

If Tang Yu were to provide an answer, it would be that her hearing is more sensitive than everyone else's.

She could sense the homeroom teacher's footsteps even before they approached the classroom.

Therefore, she and Meng Yanchen were diligent, ambitious, and obedient students in the teacher's eyes, and were definitely representatives of excellent students.

After evening self-study ended, Xiao Yixiao walked up to Tang Yu and Meng Yanchen with a resentful look and started complaining.

"This world is so unfair! You guys play games, I read magazines, and I'm the only one who gets arrested!"

Tang Yu looked at the other person with sympathy.

"This is the difference between a top student and a poor student. Do you know how fast sound travels through the air? Do you know what the sound of a teacher's footsteps is like?"

The absence of any footsteps is random. By mastering acoustic principles and thoroughly understanding a teacher's daily behavior and behavioral patterns in specific environments, uncertainty can be minimized.

I know in my heart that there are at least dozens of ways to categorize seemingly complicated, disordered, and randomly occurring footsteps into the most directional key clues.

The analysis was conducted by taking into account the coefficient of friction between the teacher's shoe soles and the ground, the teacher's behavioral preferences in the teaching building at different times, and the acoustic characteristics of the surrounding environment of the classroom.

Therefore, I can always accurately predict when our homeroom teacher will approach the classroom. This is based on the "early warning rule" of scientific analysis. Do you understand?

Xiao Yixiao's mind went blank.

"Pardon?"

Seeing the other person's bewildered expression, Tang Yu burst into laughter.

Meng Yanchen shook his head and patted Xiao Yixiao's shoulder sympathetically.

"Didn't you realize? She's cosplaying Sherlock Holmes! What she just said was all made up, and you actually fell for her lies!"

Xiao Yixiao was convinced.

"You two just enjoy laughing at me, don't you?"

"How can you say that!" Tang Yu quickly denied.

"We're teaching you our exclusive survival secrets, but you're too dense to understand yet."

"The day you can calculate the teacher's 'attack distance' just by listening to their footsteps, like I can, you'll be well on your way to dominating the 'slacking-off world.'"

Xiao Yixiao rolled his eyes speechlessly, then began his attack.

"Come on, you two, stop spouting nonsense about secret techniques."

"I think the only secret you two can pass on is the Thirty-Six Strategies for Campus Romance!"

Tang Yu hid behind Meng Yanchen and laughed, then whispered something to himself.

"He's broken down."

Meng Yanchen's answer was also very direct.

"That's right, I recently got dumped by my girlfriend."

Poor Xiao Yixiao was dumped by his girlfriend before the college entrance exam because they were studying in different places.

The sweltering summer heat makes people restless, and the college entrance examination is drawing ever closer.

In the last month, Tang Yu became more obedient and studied diligently, making a final push for the college entrance examination!

As the college entrance examination draws ever closer, the classroom seems to be enveloped in an invisible atmosphere of tension.

The summer sun relentlessly scorched the earth, and the heat permeated every inch of space through the windows.

The fan whirred overhead, but it did nothing to dispel the sweltering heat. Instead, it stirred up the stale air, making people restless and irritable.

The countdown clock next to the blackboard is like a merciless timer; with each passing day, the number decreases by one.

The desks were piled high with review materials, and the students buried themselves in them, writing furiously. The rustling sound of writing became the daily noise around them.

One mock exam after another followed, with test papers falling like snowflakes.

Finally, the day that would decide their fate arrived.

During the days of the college entrance examination, the entire campus was filled with a solemn yet tense atmosphere.

Candidates entered the examination hall with dreams and trepidation, and left with exhaustion and anticipation.

When the bell rang to signal the end of the last exam, the entire school erupted in cheers and shouts.

The students threw down their books and released their pent-up emotions.