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The next day at 10 a.m.

Chen Mo arrived at Su Wanci's building on time.

From a distance, Su Wanci could be seen waiting at the entrance of the building.

Today she wore a white short-sleeved shirt and light blue denim shorts, her hair was tied in a high ponytail, she wore white canvas shoes, and she carried a canvas bag.

She looked as refreshing as the first bite of iced watermelon on a summer day.

"Let's go."

She jogged over.

I naturally stood next to him.

"You're dressed like a high school student today."

Chen Mo glanced at her.

Su Wanci paused for a moment, then smiled.

"I'm a high school student, I was yesterday."

"I graduated yesterday."

"So what's today?"

"Unemployed vagrants".

Su Wanci laughed out loud at his words.

When she smiles, her eyes curve into two crescent moons, and a small dimple appears at the corner of her mouth.

That dimple only appears when she smiles very genuinely.

"You're the unemployed one; I'm already a prospective student at Peking University."

"I'm also from Peking University."

"You're different. You were taken away. I am—"

She paused for a moment, then didn't continue.

Chen Mo glanced at her.

"What are you?"

"I was... just caught in the crossfire."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid it would be blown away by the wind.

Chen Mo remained silent for two seconds.

Peking University will not admit someone just because they are "casually" admitted. You can get into Peking University because you deserve it.

Regardless of the reason.

In short.

You deserve it.

Su Wanci looked up at him.

His expression was very serious, so serious that it didn't seem like he was comforting her, but rather stating a fact.

The corners of her mouth slowly turned up, and her dimples reappeared.

"Let's go, the bus is coming soon."

The two walked side by side toward the bus stop.

The sun was shining brightly; the sun wasn't too strong at the end of June.

The bus arrived, and there weren't many people on it. They found a window seat and sat down.

Su Wanci sat by the window, and Chen Mo sat next to her.

The scenery outside the window recedes into the distance—trees, shops, pedestrians, traffic lights.

"Are those people online still criticizing you?" Su Wanci suddenly asked.

"I don't know, I didn't see it."

"You really don't care at all?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment.

"It's no use caring. They scold me because they don't believe me. They don't believe me because they've never seen a perfect score. They've never seen a perfect score because it's never happened before. These aren't my problems; they're theirs."

Su Wanci looked at him and remained silent for a while.

"When did you become so...open-minded?"

"Maybe I was overthinking it before."

He said.

Su Wanci did not ask any further questions.

She simply rested her head on the seat, turning her head to look out the window.

Luoshui Scenic Area is located in the north of the city, about a 40-minute bus ride away.

Although it's called a scenic area, it's actually a newly built wetland park with a lake, bridges, pavilions, a large area of ​​lotus flowers, and several wooden boardwalks.

Admission is free, and it gets as crowded as a market on weekends.

Today is a workday.

There were fewer people, with small groups of tourists scattered around the lake.

Some people are taking pictures, some are walking their dogs, and some are sitting on benches, lost in thought.

Su Wanci walked ahead, her steps as light as a rabbit's.

She ran to a small bridge by the lake, held onto the railing, and looked down.

"Chen Mo, come quick! There are so many fish!"

Chen Mo walked over and glanced down at it.

The lake water was very clear, and you could see the aquatic plants and stones at the bottom.

A few red koi carp were swimming slowly.

"Red, white, and floral."

Su Wanci leaned on the railing, counting the fish in the water.

"That white one is huge! Look, look, it's swimming over here."

Chen Mo looked at her.

She leaned on the railing, elbows resting on the stone, chin on the back of her hand, eyes fixed on the water, her expression as serious as if she were working on a math problem.

"Didn't you say you came to visit the scenic area?"

Chen Mo said, "How did it turn into looking at fish?"

"Fish are also part of the scenic area."

Su Wanci didn't even look up.

"Look how happy they are swimming. They don't have to take the college entrance exam, check their scores, or get scolded by netizens."

Chen Mo's lips twitched slightly, and he said with a smile, "Are you standing up for me?"

"no."

Su Wanci finally raised her head and glanced at him.

"I just think it's really going too far that those people talk nonsense without knowing anything."

"They don't need to know, they just need emotions."

Su Wanci looked at him, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't.

She simply turned her head back and continued watching the fish in the water.

The two stood on the bridge for a while.

Then walk along the wooden boardwalk further in.

When they got near the pavilion in the middle of the lake, they found a large crowd gathered in front of them.

They were not ordinary tourists.

Some were carrying video cameras, while others were holding microphones.

Some people were carrying reflectors.

Several staff members wearing matching white T-shirts were also maintaining order.

The pavilion in the middle of the lake was cleared out, and the stone table and benches were moved to the side, replaced by several fill lights and a camera mounted on a tripod.

Su Wanci tugged at Chen Mo's sleeve.

"What are they filming?"

"It looks like a variety show."

Chen Mo glanced at it.

A female host wearing a pale yellow dress stood in the pavilion, holding a microphone, with a sweet and professional smile.

She gave an opening speech to the camera.

The sound was crisp and clear, and it spread throughout the entire lake shore through the nearby speakers.

"Our challenge today is located on the banks of the Luo River, a place with over a thousand years of history. As the ancients said, 'One should compose poetry while standing by the Luo River,' so our challenge today is to—create an impromptu poem on the theme of the Luo River!"

The onlookers began to whisper among themselves.

"Impromptu poetry? That's way too difficult."

"Exactly, who writes poetry these days?"

"I've watched this show. Last episode had the guests singing, how come this episode turned into poetry writing?"

The female host seemed to have anticipated everyone's reaction.

He smiled and continued.

"I know this challenge is difficult, so today we're not inviting celebrities, we're inviting ordinary people from the audience!"

"Anyone willing to give it a try? Just write a complete poem, good or bad, and we'll give you a lovely souvenir!"

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a buzz of discussion.

No one moved forward.

Someone nudged the person next to them and said, "Why don't you go up and try?"

The person being pushed quickly waved his hands and said, "I can't, I can't."

"It's too difficult."

A bespectacled boy standing in front of Chen Mo said to his girlfriend.

"Impromptu poetry writing? Isn't that making things difficult for people? It would be so embarrassing if it didn't even sound like poetry."

"that is."

His girlfriend chimed in.

"Who writes poetry nowadays? It's not like ancient times."

Several people around him nodded in agreement.

Someone whispered.

"Shouldn't this kind of challenge be found for Chinese literature majors? Ordinary people wouldn't be able to do this."

Others said...

"Even if it were written down, it would just be a cliché like 'Ah, Luoshui, you are so beautiful,' how embarrassing."

Su Wanci stood next to Chen Mo and shook her head as well.

"This is so difficult!"

She said in a low voice.

"Writing poetry is not easy to begin with, and it also has to be improvised and relevant to the topic... I definitely can't do it."

She finished speaking.

She glanced at Chen Mo subconsciously.

If it's him, he definitely can, right?

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