We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

The rainstorm came quickly and went quickly; in less than half an hour, the rain gradually subsided.

Li Mubai hurriedly hung up the phone because his parents had already returned.

At 10 a.m. on Saturday, the results of the Xiyue Provincial Poetry and Couplet Competition were finally announced.

Tang Tao: "Congratulations to Chunqiuxuan for winning the first prize."

Yuan Na: "Congratulations."

Mei Yulu: "Congratulations."

How could someone with such a poorly written couplet win first prize? Li Mubai glanced at the competition results; their couplet score wasn't actually that high, their main score was for the poem.

Mei Yulu and her teammates came in second, just two points behind them.

He forwarded the message to Yan Shu.

Yan Shu: "Yes, it's fine."

His calm and collected attitude was exactly the same as Xie Shu's. He was more inclined to believe that Yan Shu was not Xie Shu, but he did not dispel his doubts. If the two people were the same person, it would actually be quite good.

Ding dong.

Tang Tao has sent you a friend request.

Tang Tao: "Hello, student. May I ask what your real name is? We need it when we issue you your bonus."

Li Bubai: "Li Mubai".

Oh well, so be it. Let it be exposed, let it be revealed, as long as not most people know.

Tang Tao: "Li Mubai, are you and your other classmate from the same school?"

Li Bubai: "Yes."

Tang Tao: "Oh, it's like this. One of the judges in this competition read your poems and thought they were quite good, so he's willing to give you some online guidance. I wonder if you agree?"

Judges?

Li Bubai: "Teacher Tang, may I ask which judge you are?"

Tang Tao: "Haha, no need to call me teacher. I'm just a few years older than you, and I happen to work in the poetry and literature department."

Tang Tao: "It's Professor Yang Yiyun. He's from Shanxi Province and is currently teaching at Suzhou University."

Li Mubai searched online for this teacher—Secretary-General of the Chinese Poetry Society, Executive Deputy Editor-in-Chief of the Poetry Journal…

He has a lot of titles, but he just seems very impressive.

Li Bubai: "Senior Tang, let me discuss this with my other classmate first."

Tang Tao: "Okay."

Li Mubai briefly explained the matter to Yan Shu, who agreed after thinking about it for a while.

She may not have time to participate, but this might be an opportunity for Li Mubai to move forward, and opportunities never wait for anyone.

Professor Yang looks like a middle-aged man in his forties, which Li Mubai learned from browsing his social media. Although he is a university teacher and a renowned figure in the poetry world, he does not have an arrogant attitude.

He created a QQ group where he provided detailed comments on the two poets' works.

Yang Yiyun: "If you have any questions in the future, you can ask me for help. If I see them, I will answer them. Of course, your most important task right now is to finish the college entrance examination. If you get good grades, you can consider coming to Suzhou University."

Li Bubai: "Okay, thank you, Teacher Yang."

Yan Shu: "Thank you, Teacher Yang."

……

Solitudo: "Dictation".

Li Mubai dialed the number, sensing that Xie Shu wasn't in a good mood. Why wasn't Xie Shu using a webcam? Maybe girls need to be mindful of their privacy.

He glanced behind him again. From Xie Shu's perspective, he should have seen a dark window, and below the window was his bed, which was just out of Xie Shu's sight.

After the tutoring session, I didn't know what to say. If Xie Shu turned on the camera, it might just be the two of us staring at each other blankly.

"By the way, class monitor, may I ask you a question?"

"Sure, what would you like to ask?"

"Class monitor, did you build the snowman in your profile picture yourself?"

Xie Shu remained silent for a long time, and there was no sound from the silent phone screen, which made Li Mubai wonder if he had lost internet access.

"I guess so," she said, then suddenly changed the subject, asking, "Do you think it looks good?"

"It's...pretty, isn't it?"

"The truth?"

"Hmm," Li Mubai said against his will.

Do you know what Truth or Dare is?

"Know."

However, Li Mubai had never played this kind of game before.

"Let's play rock-paper-scissors. The loser has to play a game of truth or dare, okay?"

Even through the screen, Li Mubai could almost see the lightheartedness in the other person's heart through the snowman avatar. Xie Shu was sometimes interested in ordinary things, just like when he rode his bicycle with her.

"Okay, should I send a rock-paper-scissors emoji?"

"right."

Li Mubai sent out his hair; it was scissors.

If he wins and Xie Shu chooses truth, what questions should he ask her? If Xie Shu chooses dare, what should he ask her to do?

Ding dong.

Well, Xie Shu's fist shattered Li Mubai's illusions.

"Squad leader, why is your stone whiter?"

"Maybe girls just prefer fair skin."

? ?

"Alright, will you choose truth or dare?" Xie Shu continued, interrupting Li Mubai's thoughts.

"The truth."

Don't ask why, because he felt that the adventure was more dangerous.

"Hmm—do you think this snowman is cute?"

Is it really that simple to ask such a question?

"It looks nice, but it's a little... simple."

The two eyes are replaced with branches of different shapes, and branches of different lengths are inserted on both sides. One of the branches has green leaves, and the body is uneven and looks very irregular.

"How about this then [jpg.]"

Xie Shu sent another picture of a snowman, which looked to be the same snowman as the one in her profile picture, except that one was a bare-faced version and the other was a heavily edited version with makeup, and the wrinkles on its body were almost smoothed out.

"It looks great, just like the snowmen I saw in cartoons when I was a kid," Li Mubai praised.

"Animation?"

"Cartoons. When I was a kid, smartphones weren't common yet, so we could only watch TV. My favorite thing to watch back then was CCTV Children's Channel. The snowmen on it usually wore red scarves and had noses made of carrots."

Xie Shu was silent for a moment, then said:

I haven't seen it.

Xie Shu... maybe she's had a smartphone since she was little? Or maybe she was enrolled in all sorts of extracurricular classes? Li Mubai thought the latter was more likely.

He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen Xie Shuwei's only work in a magazine, which was also called Snowman. Could there be some connection between them?

"Class monitor, do you like building snowmen?"

When she was in elementary school, she built a snowman by herself that was the same height as herself at the time. Later, her classmates knocked down the snowman's head and took apart the body so that they could throw snowballs at it.

"Is this Truth or Dare?" Xie Shu asked softly.

What did Xie Shu's question mean? Li Mubai began to ponder.

"Li Mubai." Seeing that he didn't speak, her voice came again.

"Hmm? Class monitor, I'm here."

"What I mean is, if you want to ask me a question, you have to beat me in rock-paper-scissors first, and then I can ask you the truth."

Ah... he thought there was some deeper meaning behind it.

"Squad leader, shall we play another round?"

"I'm done playing, I'm going to study now." Xie Shu's tone seemed to contain a hint of laughter.

"what?"

"snort……"

A light breath came from the phone, followed by a beeping sound of the call being disconnected.

Li Mubai, although people like to hear things they don't mean, sometimes I also want to hear your true feelings.