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The next morning at eight o'clock.

Wang Zian was awakened by a doorbell ringing.

When the doorbell rang, Wang Zian was having a dream.

In his dream, he was standing on the stage of the Beijing Film Academy. Wang Jinsong asked him why he didn't want to act. Just as he was about to answer, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder from behind.

He turned around, saw nothing, and then the bell rang.

He propped himself up in bed, his hair sticking out in a mess, his eyes still half-closed.

I yawned twice as I walked barefoot on the wooden floor from the bedroom to the entryway.

When the door opened, he froze.

Zhou Ye stood outside the door, his whole body glowing.

The morning sunlight slanted in through the window at the end of the corridor, falling directly on her.

She wore a white chunky knit suit, the sweater's texture was warm and dense, and the collar was a blue and white checkered lapel, layered over her shoulders, with a very thin red piping along the edge, like a girl's secret thoughts from bygone days that had accidentally spilled out.

She revealed her sexy waistline, adding a touch of playful layering to the otherwise simple white outfit.

Her black hair was slightly wavy and loosely draped over her shoulders. Every curl seemed to be carefully designed, yet it carried a lazy, unrefined casualness.

Her brows were drawn with neat, dark eyebrows, and she wore a pair of cherry-shaped earrings. Her eyes were calm and clear.

What's most eye-catching is the highly saturated bright red color on her lips.

The outfit itself seems to have stepped out of a yellowed European illustrated novel, carrying a touch of demureness and a hint of retro scholarly air; but her eyes and red lips give this demureness an undeniable sense of aloofness and coldness.

Wang Zian blinked, thinking he was still dreaming.

Wow! You've done a full face of makeup.

His gaze slid from her eyebrows to her lips, and then back from her lips to her eyebrows.

"Is it pretty?" Zhou Ye casually tossed his hair and blinked at him.

"It's beautiful!" he said honestly. Then he glanced at the clock on the wall, and then at her.

"No, it's only eight in the morning. What time did you get up?"

"Six~~" Zhou Ye said one word and then stopped.

She tilted her chin slightly, swallowing back the answer she was about to give.

"What's it to you? Let's go! Sister Nan bought breakfast, we'll eat and then go pick them up!"

Wang Zian looked at Zhou Ye's tense demeanor; fully made up, in new clothes, and having gotten up at six o'clock, she looked even more solemn than on the day she went to the third audition for the Beijing Film Academy.

Wang Zian scratched his head. "Wait a minute, let me change my clothes!"

After saying that, he turned around and went back to his room.

Zhou Ye smiled and followed him inside.

He walked to the wardrobe, rummaged through it, and pulled out a white cotton T-shirt and a pair of khaki trousers; the style was simple and clean.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, rinsed my hair with water, and that was it.

When Wang Zian came out, Zhou Ye, who was eating fruit in the living room, had a flash of light in his eyes, but then the light quickly and deliberately dimmed again.

She crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze sweeping over his crisp white T-shirt, her tone carrying an undisguised hint of sourness.

"Is the person who came today very important? You're dressed so flashy."

"Hey! Zhou Ye~~!" Wang Zian pointed at her meticulously styled outfit from head to toe. "You did a full face of makeup to welcome the newcomers. Can't I even change my style?"

"You—" Zhou Ye gritted her teeth and glared at him. Her lips opened and closed again, her chest heaving.

This bastard, is he really that clueless or is he just pretending?

Who would get out of bed at six o'clock for a complete stranger, spending time putting on makeup and picking out clothes?

This outfit was a design she had urgently contacted her older sister last night, and she had specially gotten it from her sister's company early this morning—a design that hadn't even been released yet.

She spent a full forty minutes trying on different lipsticks in front of the mirror, changing three colors in total.

"Hmph!" Zhou Ye snorted coldly and turned to leave.

"Bang!"

Wang Zian stared at the loud noise and the closed door in front of him.

What's wrong with this girl so early in the morning?

Without thinking too much, Wang Zian took his car keys from the shoe cabinet by the door, opened the door, and walked towards the elevator.

The elevator stopped briefly on the eighth floor. The doors had just opened, and before he could even step out, he saw Zhou Ye walking out of the apartment arm-in-arm with Zhang Ruonan.

Zhou Ye pouted, whispering something to Zhang Ruonan.

Wang Zian guaranteed that Zhou Ye was nagging her.

Nan Jie wasn't dressed as formally as Zhou Ye, but she had her own little schemes.

She wore a light blue sun-protective jacket over a white round-neck short-sleeved shirt, and her hair was tied in a loose bun with a layer of slightly curled wisps of hair left out on top, making her face look small and delicate.

A small blue hair clip was tucked behind her ear, creating a clever echo with her blue coat. It was clear that her outfit had been carefully coordinated, not just thrown together randomly.

The entire look is clean and pure, bringing out the girlish charm of a "first love face" to the fullest.

"You guys~~~"

Wang Zian opened his mouth, almost blurting out, "Do you two really need to do this?"

But he stopped in time.

But thinking about the low-EQ remark he had just blurted out, Zhou Ye slammed the door and left.

If he were to say another word now that the two of them were standing together, they would probably gang up on him so badly that he wouldn't even be able to hold onto the steering wheel.

He might even get beaten up.

"You all look so beautiful today!" Wang Zian praised with a smile;

"Thanks, you're quite handsome too!" Zhang Ruonan replied casually.

The three people entered the elevator.

Zhou Ye stood next to Wang Zi'an, his eyes fixed on the floor numbers flashing on the elevator doors, without saying a word to him.

"What about breakfast?" Wang Zian asked.

"Feed the dog." Zhou Ye answered him, speaking rapidly without even looking at him.

Zhang Ruonan glanced at Zhou Ye in surprise.

The girl was all smiles when she went upstairs, saying she was going to show someone her perfect makeup and styling for the day.

How come you've changed so much?

And breakfast was clearly packed in the bag she was carrying.

What happened again?

She mouthed to Wang Zi'an: What did you do to her?

Wang Zian helplessly shrugged. The elevator began to descend.

"I'm so sorry, Zhou Ye, your makeup and styling are absolutely gorgeous, you look stunning!" Wang Zi'an apologized with a smile. "You look like a lovely, generous, and magnanimous princess! Don't you?"

Zhou Ye stubbornly turned his face to the other side, leaving only the back of his head visible to him.

But the corner of her mouth twitched slightly from an angle that couldn't be seen.

Zhang Ruonan stood aside, smirking, and looked at Wang Zian with a mocking gaze.

"You deserve to live like this!"

By the time the car left the residential area, the morning in northern Beijing had already become hot.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the sycamore leaves, painting moving patches of light on the windshield.

But no one appreciates it; it's over 30 degrees Celsius outside today.

Zhang Ruonan consciously sat in the back seat, giving the passenger seat to Zhou Ye.

After Zhou Ye sat down, he started tidying his clothes, smoothing out the folds in the collar and checking his reflection in the rearview mirror several times.

Each time he took a picture, he would turn back to Zhang Ruonan and ask, "Sister Nan, did you smudge your lipstick?" "Is your hair flat at the back?"

"Be confident." Wang Zian, with one hand on the steering wheel, glanced at her sideways. "You're the girl I know with the most star quality. They definitely can't compare to you. You're so beautiful."

Zhou Ye's lips couldn't help but curl upwards slightly, but she immediately suppressed it with a "tsk".

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We arrived at the entrance of the Beijing Dance Academy.

Prince An spotted a figure from afar.

A petite girl, dressed in a gray short-sleeved shirt and black jeans, stood by the stone pillar at the school gate, looking around.

She wore her hair in a high ponytail and carried a simple canvas bag, looking like a reed gently bent by the wind.

Several students with suitcases walked past her in a hurry, but she stood quietly in place, occasionally tiptoeing to glance at the intersection before putting her head down again.