It's the students' fault if they are too popular.

Tong Yao was curious: "What about Bai Lu? Why doesn't she come up?"

"Wait down there."

"..."

What kind of weird kid is this?

Tong Yao still remembered Bai Lu, so she smiled and took the car keys from the table: "It's okay, Auntie will take you home. It's hard to get a taxi at this time, and it's not safe for you."

"Uh, thanks, Auntie."

Downstairs, Bai Lu heard footsteps and turned around to see Gu Nian and Tong Yao. She froze immediately:

"Hello, aunt..."

Tong Yao tapped Bai Lu's forehead: "Get in the car."

Bai Lu said "Oh" awkwardly, thinking that it was a good thing that her aunt didn't mention the embarrassing thing in the past.

Tong Yao drove the car very steadily. On a hot and humid night, the air conditioning in the car made people feel comfortable. She sent Gu Nian home first, and she and Bai Lu were the only ones left in the car. This made Bai Lu feel uneasy, thinking that she might be questioned at any time.

Tong Yao looked at the trembling little girl behind him in the mirror and felt amused. She asked casually:

"Which high school are you going to apply to?"

Bai Lu was shocked and answered in a low voice: "If I want to apply, I will definitely go to No. 1 Middle School, but..."

You may not pass the exam.

She has worked hard in the past year since the breakup, but compared to those top students, it is still not enough.

Those excellent people also work hard.

Tong Yao understood the general idea and did not ask any further questions.

"Auntie," Bai Lu suddenly said, "Which one do you think is better, the parallel class of No. 1 Middle School or the experimental class of No. 2 Middle School?"

This is the result of her calculation.

"Well..." Tong Yao thought, "From the college entrance examination results, I remember that the experimental class of No. 2 Middle School is much better."

After hearing this, Bai Lu's eyes dimmed and she forced a smile.

"Well...but there are also many students with good grades in the parallel classes of No. 1 Middle School. If you are outstanding, you may be assigned to the experimental class in your second year of high school." Tong Yao was afraid of misleading the child, so she explained all the situations clearly.

Bai Lu nodded. She was still in low spirits: "Thank you, Auntie."

"You're welcome."

Entering a parallel class and being admitted to an experimental class sounds great.

Many people who entered the parallel classes had this idea.

But Bai Lu knew that she could not become that kind of person. She was a hopeless person who followed the crowd and would not leave her comfort zone. She did not hate studying, but she did not like it either.

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The high school entrance examination results were announced on the day they were supposed to be announced.

Xu Dongyang was eating breakfast on the way that day, and then he saw the banner hung in the community -

"Warmly congratulate our district student Xu Dongyang for winning the city's top scorer in the high school entrance examination"

She quickly lowered her head, fearing that she would be recognized.

After breakfast, she rushed home and asked Gu Nian and Bai Lu on the phone:

"Which school did you apply to?"

Gu Nian replied that she was from No. 1 Middle School.

A long time later, late at night, Bai Lu replied to her:

“I may not be able to get into No. 1 Middle School.”

Later, the notice arrived, and they had their last gathering before school started. Bai Lu said that she had signed a contract with No. 2 Middle School, which guaranteed her a place in the three-year experimental class, and the conditions were indeed much better than those of No. 1 Middle School.

Dongyang nodded and said it was fine.

She and Gu Nian attended the experimental class of No. 1 Middle School.

They made an appointment to meet up frequently. After school started, they did get together at first, but as time went on, they met less and less, and even stopped meeting up in their second year of high school.

In life, there are more and more important things, and what was important before is no longer so important.

Extra: Winter Sun (Twenty-nine)

Five years passed in a flash.

The campus was crowded with people at the beginning of the school year.

It is very difficult to get into University A, so everyone who passes by may be a gifted child in high school. After escaping from the bitter sea of ​​senior high school, the bright students who just entered university all look forward to a wonderful university life, and the university also kindly shows its beautiful side to the new students.

At the foot of the long staircase, several seniors were handing out college strategy guides. Among them, there was a girl with black hair like a waterfall, a face like jade, a slender figure, and almost translucent white skin. She was delicate even without makeup, and her every frown and smile was captivating.

Disaster.

Those who were watching secretly thought so.

A young school girl was encouraged by a friend she just met and asked shyly:

"Senior, how do I get to Yifu Building?"

"Yifu Building?" The senior student looked at the junior student and handed her a guide. "Go straight first... then..."

Finally, after finishing the journey, he did not forget to add, "Welcome to join the school volunteer group."

The schoolgirl went back dazed and said excitedly to her friends: "It's so beautiful!"

Friends can't wait to take his place.

The number of university guides was reduced one by one. When the last one was sent out, a hand gently patted Huoshui's shoulder:

"Dongyang, have you finished sending them? There are no more, right?"

Xu Dongyang turned around, nodded to Gu Nian, and confirmed:

“I have sent it.”

This year, I am a junior.

Although Xu Dongyang and Gu Nian were not in the same class, they were in the same major and their dormitories were close to each other. As old classmates for many years, this kind of relationship seemed very cordial in a university full of social atmosphere.

"Then let's go have lunch early," Gu Nian smiled, "it will be full of new students and their parents soon."

"it is good."

"When will the work of your volunteer group be handed over?"

"In three weeks, we will interview some new students and decide on the next group leader."

"Wow, are your interviews strict?" Gu Nian said, "I interviewed for the student union in my freshman year, and the president was so powerful and fierce that I didn't want to go anymore."

Xu Dongyang laughed: "I don't interview very strictly, as long as you have a good attitude."

Arriving at the cafeteria, the two took a seat and ordered food separately. Gu Nian ordered a braised chicken, and Xu Dongyang ordered a bowl of ramen. The two sat opposite each other, eating leisurely and chatting from time to time.

"How many classes do you have this semester?"

"Eight."

"So little? I'm already fully booked..."

"Who told you to take so many useless courses in the past two years?" Xu Dongyang slurped his noodles. "I finally got my reward after all the hardship."

Gu Nian sighed and scrolled through his phone with one hand. Suddenly he remembered something and pushed the phone towards Dong Yang: "Let me show you something I found last night."

Xu Dongyang was not interested, but he took it anyway. He took a look and found it was a live broadcast room. Because the sound was not turned on, he could only see the screen. It was a host playing a single-player game released a few years ago. There were more than 600 followers, and the popularity was very bleak.

She was a little confused and looked at Gu Nian: "What's wrong? I don't play this game."

"Turn on the volume and listen." Gu Nian pointed to his ear and gestured.

She looked at the screen for a while, turned up the volume and put it to her ear. The host was not talkative and there was only the sound of keyboard and mouse. She continued to listen patiently. After waiting for a long time, the host said the first sentence, but she was stunned.

The anchor said: "Ah, it's too hard. I don't want to play anymore. I'm going to eat. I'll log off first."

No one responded in the live broadcast room. From the chat room below, we can see that the last comment was half an hour ago, which said "The host's food is delicious."

But this is not what Xu Dongyang cares about.

What she cared about was that the voice and tone were very similar to Bai Lu's.

Five years later, she still couldn't be sure that it was Bai Lu's voice. In the first two years, there were sporadic communications, but those communications were like a cell phone that was turned off due to lack of power. It might turn on once in a few days, but that would only use up the last remaining power. If it was not charged, it would never turn on again.

She remained silent and returned the phone to Gu Nian. After a while, she asked:

"Is it Lulu?"

"It should be." Gu Nian said, "I somehow saw it in the recommendation column yesterday, so I clicked on it to read it."

"Yeah." Xu Dongyang stared at the bowl and responded meaninglessly.

Bailu.

The former best friend, the best friend since childhood, the short-lived young lover, are like old photos covered in dust in a drawer, turning yellow in the depths of memory.

Time will dilute everything. When you pick up a primary school photo now, can you still call out the name of each classmate in it?

She once thought that she could remember Bai Lu for the rest of her life and that their friendship would never fade, but in fact she rarely thought of that girl anymore and her life had long been filled with new things.

Two years ago, she heard that Bai Lu went to a key university in a neighboring province and her exam results were neither good nor bad, but they both knew that it would probably be more difficult to meet again in the future.

Why would you go live?

School had just started, so he should be living in the dormitory, right? Or did he rent a house outside? She knew that the house price in that city was not expensive. She wrote down the anchor's ID, which was [LSP], and there were a few symbols behind it. Of course, she knew what these letters meant. If it was really Bai Lu...it was quite consistent with that person's personality.

After dinner, Xu Dongyang said goodbye to Gu Nian and returned to his dorm. He turned on his computer and searched for the anchor. He opened the homepage, which showed the owner's casualness. The first post was not a self-introduction, nor the live broadcast time, but... a forwarded lottery.

Then there is the second one, which is also a lottery, and there is a sentence "I am the chosen one!".

Is it really Bailu?

She began to doubt.

In fact, it is very simple to confirm whether it is Bai Lu. You just need to ask in private chat, or ask on QQ or WeChat, but... somehow, she hopes that this is Bai Lu, and wants to understand what the girl looks like now in a way that Bai Lu doesn't know.

Then... let’s wait for the next live broadcast?

Anchor [LSP], the number of followers increased from 648 to 649.

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These days, Xu Dongyang is particularly busy because of the departmental change of leadership.

I returned to the dormitory at night and chatted with my roommates for a while. When I turned on the computer, a message popped up saying "The host you follow [LSP] is broadcasting live now."

She perked up a little and opened the live broadcast room. There were still no comments and it was quiet. On the screen, her unknown anime was playing.

...What are you doing?

She looked at the title of the live broadcast room, which turned out to be "Watch a few episodes of new shows."

Is this okay? What on earth are you broadcasting?

Her hands stopped on the keyboard, she thought for a moment, and began typing.

[Peanut]: Does the anchor have a regular live broadcast pattern?

"Peanut" is her ID, which she picked randomly. After waiting for a minute, the anchor seemed to be so absorbed in watching the show that she didn't notice the message at all.

five minutes later.

【LSP】: Eh? Sorry, I didn't see it. It's usually broadcast on Tuesday, Friday and weekend nights.

Xu Dongyang, who almost fell asleep, raised his head and typed, "Oh, OK."

Tuesday, Friday and weekends…is it because there are no evening classes on these days?

[Peanut]: Is the anchor a student?

LSP responded quickly this time: