The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

After the battle at Mingyue Community, your reputation at the East City Station has reached its peak.

[You already had an impressively high positive review rate and attendance rate, and with the only rival who could compete with you—Chen Dalei—brought to justice, you unsurprisingly became the site's top-selling customer.]

[And you were used as a prime example for publicity; your name was being spread among the more than sixty riders at the Chengdong station.]

[Not only that, the speed at which this explosive gossip spreads is beyond your imagination; the legend of "Cao Cao of the East City" is circulating throughout the entire Beihai City food delivery rider community.]

[You seem quite satisfied with this title. As the old saying goes, "Speak of the devil, and he appears," you see it as an acknowledgment of your speed.]

Why bother being a delivery driver? Go home and raise pigs!

However, most legends are educational. For example, the story of "Kuafu Chasing the Sun" is used by elders to teach people to persevere, and the story of "Cao Cao from the East of the City" is used by experienced riders to warn new riders: never take a long way home to see your wife.

[You suddenly realize that Cao Cao's words in the east of the city weren't a compliment to speed, but rather a criticism of his fondness for married women.]

[You were extremely confused, and only after investigating from multiple sources did you realize how outrageous the rumors were.]

After several rounds of evolution, the final story of Cao Cao in the East City was simplified to: Chen Dalei brought Lu Yuan home, and his wife immediately took a liking to Lu Yuan and tried to have an affair with him. However, Lu Yuan disagreed with such an easy way of doing things and indicated that it had to be done openly in front of Chen Dalei. So, in order to keep his family together, Chen Dalei had no choice but to close his eyes and pretend to be asleep...

Like all legends in the world, the versions that circulate widely are those that are popular with the working people, reflecting, to some extent, the demands and characteristics of the times.

In a time of great repression, stories that are abrupt, disjointed, and obviously off-putting, yet undeniably bizarre, are more likely to resonate with audiences.

You remain silent because it's pointless; no one will genuinely praise your speed. Even if they do, they'll only say you swung your hoe fast enough to dig into the corner.

Your dedication to delivering food has inspired many at the delivery station.

Although delivery drivers are typical manual laborers, they cannot be directly equated with diligence and hard work. While this group includes part-time students, unemployed middle-aged people supporting their families, and migrant workers with low levels of education, there are also those who are down on their luck and struggling to make ends meet, and those who spend their earnings playing video games.

[You respect everyone's life choices and have never expressed any opinions, yet you have passively become a symbol of the East City Station.]

[People generally assume that becoming a food delivery rider like Lu Yuan guarantees you'll have a girl who doesn't want you to go hungry, decent pay, and a good reputation.]

Their disappointment may reflect the tragedy of the times and the hardships of their individual fates.

However, throughout history, working people have always had an affinity for "the expectation of a better life"; no one doesn't aspire to a better life.

People aren't afraid of putting in effort; they're afraid of not getting the reward they deserve for their efforts.

You saw all of this, but said nothing, only offering small favors to everyone.

For example, if someone's child has a fever and needs money, you'll lend in times of emergency, not when they're already poor; you'll lend money for any urgent matter.

If you feel you can't take the money you earn with you after leaving the game, then lend it to me.

For example, if someone gets into an argument with a security guard and their car gets locked, you might ask the bald security guard for help.

[Why not take advantage of a relative you've inexplicably become acquainted with?]

Everything else was the same as usual; you continued your high-intensity work of delivering food and bringing meals to schools.

Your interactions with Shang Qingya have also become more frequent.

You feel like she's been harassing you.

At the entrance of Beihai No.1 Middle School, a bustling crowd of students poured out of the school gate.

Like ants moving house.

Their faces showed endless exhaustion, but they couldn't complain.

Standing at the school gate, Lu Yuan suddenly made eye contact with one of the pretty little ants.

It was not Shang Qingya.

It's strange how eye contact works. In a vast sea of ​​people, there are countless pairs of eyes, and their gazes happen to be able to penetrate the gaps in the school uniforms and reach into each other's vitreous bodies.

Sometimes people call this kind of coincidence fate.

But Lu Yuan looked away and continued searching for Shang Qingya in the crowd.

But a minute later, he made eye contact with the beautiful little ant again.

This time he found out.

Fate is not a coincidence, but a deliberate act.

"Handsome, it's you again." The pretty little ant walked up with an amused smile: "My name is Shen Jia."

"Have we met before?"

"We've stared at each other several times at the school gate."

"Sorry, I make too much eye contact with people when I deliver food every day."

The school gate was packed with people, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, and they were all wearing the exact same clothes. It was incredibly difficult to find someone.

"There are many people I make eye contact with, but why is it always Shang Qingya I choose?"

"It's just food delivery, just a coincidence."

Lu Yuan certainly wouldn't say that he came all the way here to deliver the food.

Who knows what kind of rumors will spread around the school later?

However, the little girl did indeed secretly observe him quite a bit.

Spying on us by girls in high school? That's interesting.

"Just food delivery?" Shen Jia smiled and took out her phone from her pocket, displaying the WeChat message she had prepared beforehand. "Can I order food from you every day?"

"If you place an order through the app, the platform will deliver it. It doesn't matter who delivers it or not." Lu Yuan knew with his toes that this girl had ulterior motives.

This was observed from various details.

She raised an eyebrow when she mentioned Shang Qingya, her tone rising at the end with a hint of mockery.

The two people cannot be friends.

Because Shen Jia wore makeup to school, her hair was chestnut-colored curly, and she only wore a school uniform jacket as a pretense, with the outline of a necklace faintly visible at the collar.

This fashionable style is not the same as the pure and innocent style of Shang Qingya.

"Quite aloof." Shen Jia didn't say much, turned around and left, disappearing from sight.

Shang Qingya arrived late at that moment, her tired face instantly breaking into a smile upon seeing Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan reached out and handed her the food.

At first, this act of handing over the food only earned him a hesitant thank you.

But things are different now.

"I sent you a message after school at noon, but you still haven't replied." Shang Qingya raised her head with a hint of resentment.

"busy."

No one is that busy; Lu Yuan has indeed read the message but hasn't replied.

He just wasn't interested in having much routine communication.

Why can't I just run one more order in that time?

"Could you reply to your messages more often in the future?"

"cannot."

"You don't need to reply to anything else. Just reply to the 'Have you eaten?' message I send every day at 12:55."

Lu Yuan was stunned and scratched his head.

There's actually a little anecdote about this: he would bring him lunch every day at noon, and Shang Qingya would remind him to eat.

But I was just too busy at noon.

He didn't have time to eat.

It was no use what Shang Qingya said.

So Shang Qingya would remind him to eat at the tail end of the peak delivery period.

"I leave the classroom at 12:50, walk to the convenience store at the school gate in five minutes to connect to the Wi-Fi and send you a message, and then walk back to the classroom in another five minutes to start class."

Shang Qingya was telling me about her hardships, and the purpose of this was: "So you have to reply to this post with a picture of your lunch."

"Okay." Lu Yuan nodded.

People can be sigma-driven for their careers, but they cannot be devoid of human relationships.

Simple kindness, warm and thoughtful.

Only after receiving his affirmative reply did Shang Qingya smile and continue speaking.

Yes, she wasn't finished speaking.

Her own "day of life" hasn't even started yet.

Shang Qingya was speaking, and Lu Yuan was listening.

He has been using the 20 minutes he spends delivering meals as his rest time every day.

"I was cleaning today, so I came out a little late."

"Don't we usually clean on Mondays?" Lu Yuan knew Shang Qingya's daily schedule, which made it convenient for him to deliver meals.

Today is Friday, so we shouldn't be cleaning.

"The student who was supposed to be on duty today has something to do and said they'll be switching with our group at the last minute."

Is something wrong, classmate?

Lu Yuan frowned, as if he had made a connection to something.

"Is the student who has something to do male or female?"

"Huh?" Shang Qingya's face instantly turned red, and she lowered her head slightly and began to casually attack the ground with the tip of her shoe.

This possessive expression made her feel uneasy.

The word "contrast" is perfectly apt for this situation.

If someone like Lu Yuan, a "yellow sponge," suddenly says something like this, nobody can stand it.

She hesitated for a while before finally saying in a voice barely audible, "Don't overthink it, it's just a small favor."

"I'm asking you if you're male or female." Lu Yuan stared at her face, puzzled, and looked somewhat anxious.

In her anxiety, Shang Qingya became even more embarrassed to look up.

She didn't look up, but inside she felt like a little person was writhing.

Only those who have experienced this sudden, ambiguous feeling truly understand.

It was a sudden, overwhelming joy; even the most introverted person felt an urge to punch the air, every cell in their body radiating an impulse to roar.

"The classmate who has something to do is a girl." She answered promptly, afraid that Lu Yuan might overthink things.

Having finally received a reply, Lu Yuan looked up and pointed into the distance: "Is that the classmate you're talking about?"

"Huh?" Shang Qingya turned her head sharply and looked in the direction Lu Yuan was pointing.

A girl was waving at us with a smile.

When he noticed that Shang Qingya was also turning around, he deliberately picked up his phone and waved the WeChat QR code in his hand.

Then he blew a kiss from afar.