Chapter 70

In any field, if you have a good look, you can become a favorite.

Especially natural handsome guys, there are too few of them.

On the day of graduation from the senior year, there was a new student in a flowered shirt at Blue Continent University, but his classmates were surprised to find that it was the academic master An who always wore black.

That good student with glasses and a hunched back.

"..." An Jing walked by with a calm expression on his face, but a mixture of surprise and joy flashed through his mind. So that's how it is, so that's how it is. He noticed those gazes that were looking at him, and the emotions that were about to stir in their glances on his face.

It was interesting, really interesting. At the same time, An Jing couldn't help laughing out loud, because it was really funny, even though he had always believed in dogma. Taking pride in appearance was something that intellectuals rejected.

However, he still had to admit that it was really nice to get attention so easily and simply.

"An Jing..." A classmate, maybe a girl, even wanted to talk to him.

An Jing ignored him and walked straight towards Secretary Hong, saying, "Teacher Hong, can I not attend the graduation ceremony? Sorry, I forgot to wear my graduation gown."

"You..." His counselor looked at him in surprise, and not far away, the female senior student who had had sex with An Jing almost lit up. She was wearing a graduation gown, and her expression was filled with shock and complexity.

——He used to be such a rigid and unsophisticated person.

"You, why don't you go?" Secretary Hong was amused. He looked him over and over, hesitant but knowing what was going on, he said, "Ask your counselor."

Counselor An Jing was very young, eight or nine years older than him. As if she had thought of something, she shook her head and looked away. "Okay, then you. Oh, you mean the outstanding student speech? Find someone to read the manuscript to him."

"Let Lin Mosheng from our class go." A female teacher glanced at An Jing, as if she was amused. She was guessing that he had graduated and must have changed his personality and stopped pretending.

"Alright." Lin Mosheng, who had been standing aside, jumped out and whispered to An Jing, "I heard you were having a lot of fun behind the scenes. I didn't realize it, An Xueba. So you've been suppressing your true nature this whole time?"

"I don't have a script." An Jing glanced at him coldly and replied, "I was originally planning to give a speech directly. Mr. Lin, if you want to go on stage, you can only search for a script and read it aloud on the spot."

The atmosphere was subtle, and An Jing clearly noticed that he had become the focus again compared to before, and this time the audience watching him were no longer just concerned about his GPA.

"Right, right." Lin Mosheng swallowed his anger and was about to turn around and leave when he turned back and asked angrily, "You were recommended for graduate school, right? Wow, I remember that was a highly respected female professor, Professor Bai Tiao, right? Yes, that's her? Yes, that's it. And you, haha, dressed like this, doing research with her?"

Even some of the teachers nearby turned their heads away, as if trying to hold back their laughter, or perhaps they felt embarrassed for An Jing today.

"..." An Jing took a deep breath, raised his toes and spun on his heels, as if he was thinking about his words. Finally, he gave Lin Mosheng a thumbs up, admitting that he was indeed more eloquent today.

Why had An Jing become like this today? Clearly, something had changed within him. Amidst the successive emotional wounds and family feuds, he felt like a fool. He wanted to be a bit more flirtatious, rejecting his status as an excellent student and trying to be a bit rebellious.

The results were not satisfactory.

After this incident, An Jing was in a daze, sitting on a stool made of coral, confused and exhausted. He was in a daze, and a person who was very fashionable and stylish sat next to him.

An Jing knew him. He majored in calligraphy and his family was engaged in art. He had seen his calligraphy at exhibitions in the school art gallery.

"I always thought you were a very conservative person." Song Yashu handed him an e-cigarette. An Jing saw it and twisted his mouth. He said disdainfully, "What are you doing? You just smoked it."

"..." Song Yashu pouted, then said as if she was amused, "I thought you were talking about, uh, your counselor and Jia Jiajia, hahaha."

"How come I don't know what happened?" An Jing was shocked.

"You don't like Jia Jiajia, but she's dating your counselor, so you...um, well." Song Yashu chatted casually, paying attention to An Jing's colorful expressions and demeanor.

Didn't I just have sex with someone? An Jing was powerless and wanted to explain, but the next second, Song Yashu put an arm around him and whispered in his ear: "An Jing, do you know that in the eyes of us poor students, you are that kind of, I can't put it, abstinent? Anyway, I'm surprised to hear that you like someone like Jia Jiajia, to be honest."

An Jing stood up straight, surprised that his own affairs had become gossip, being talked about and laughed at. He subconsciously glanced at Jia Jiajia, who also glanced at him, then quickly moved away, bursting into laughter with the female classmates around her.

Did she announce it to the public? An Jing couldn't understand. No, how could she have the nerve to do that? How could she be willing to do that?

"Why do you look like that?" Song Yashu seemed to not feel his words were offensive and continued to use his power to hit An Jing's face. He was very amused and said, "Didn't you chase her first and be her lapdog?"

"I just want to tell her..." An Jing couldn't bring himself to say it. Damn! He realized he couldn't do it. He dared to do it but not to say it! He thought this was something very private and obscure!

Song Yashu blinked, stood up, and walked shoulder to shoulder with him. "Um, Lin Mosheng, the guy you were talking to just now, you know him too. Don't underestimate him, he's the office darling like you, running a successful research lab, but privately he's willing to do anything, especially if it means big breasts. When he heard you were dating Jia Jiajia, he laughed his ass off for half a month."

An Jing was shocked and thought: I am so famous in school?

It sounded like they all disliked Jia Jiajia, as if this woman was cheap, but when An Jing looked up, he saw that they didn't. She had been flirting with several men recently.

"..." An Jing felt like a dumb person eating bitter herbs, unable to express his pain.

——No, he asked for it. Who asked him to have a one-night stand?

"No, why is your reaction so funny?" Song Yashu was really amused. He held his e-cigarette and said, "Hey, An Jing, An Xueba, what on earth are you thinking? Hahahaha, have you been possessed by someone else? Why did you suddenly go... Now you look like you've eaten shit. Oh, I never realized you were so funny, innocent brother~"

"I'm innocent, your mother." An Jing whispered with an ugly expression.

He was speechless. He was about to say something to save his image, but he found that it seemed impossible to save it.

Song Yashu burst out laughing, "Oh. Oh!"

"I get it, I get you." Song Yashu put one hand on his shoulder, squinted her eyes, and blew a breath, saying, "You're conflicted. You want to play, but you haven't let go of that line in your heart, right? You academic masters like you have such good family education. Unlike me, my parents have always treated me with indifference since I was a child. They often let me join in the drinking, smoking, and card games."

"Relax a little." In the end, Song Yashu seemed to be rejected by An Jing's stern expression. She wanted to add his contact information, but was intimidated by his low pressure. So she just smiled, patted his shoulder politely and said goodbye.

He complained something at the end, but An Jing didn't hear it clearly.

An Jing looked up and happened to see Lin Mosheng already standing on the podium, holding a manuscript and muttering some words of thanks to the school and the teachers.

"I overestimated you, Mr. Xiaolin." An Jing complained in a low voice.

Then, he rolled his eyes, feeling incredibly awkward about his confrontation with the world today. He wanted to find something to do, but they were all chatting, playing with their wristbands, or smoking, and he couldn't join in, feeling lost.

After the graduation ceremony, An Jing walked alone on the street slowly and heavily. The Blue Island Base was shrouded in the waves of the azure ocean. The scene in front of him was bizarre, with schools of fish and whales passing by from time to time. It was magnificent.

Roadside shops are also increasing in number, and pedestrians are in a hurry. An Jing looks at them, busy and tired, and feels a sense of arrogance and abandonment in his heart. At the same time, there is also a feeling of pity and disgust in it.

He wondered, "Why have I never had any friends since I was little? Is it because I haven't interacted with enough people, or do I just dislike them? Why do I always seem out of place after entering university?"

I also want to be happy, I also want to be lively and even cheerful like them, but why do I always hate to play along with others? I love the hustle and bustle, I also like music, but why do I feel disgusted by the noisy coming and going of people in the house?

Hooking up for sex, inviting people over to my house, drinking, singing and dancing with them... I can do it, but I still won't be happy.

"Actually, I don't have a talent for scientific research." Finally, An Jing looked up at the sky, but it was just the ocean. He was immersed in his own self-pity again and said, "Ah... Yes, I should have known it earlier, I should have discovered it earlier. I'm just a nerd with no education but a sharp mind trying to show off. Studying philosophy, haha, what's the use of that in an underwater base? What's the use? I'm not a scientist—"

He wailed and turned around in circles like a lunatic. Finally, he accidentally bumped his head into the lamppost next to him. He covered his head in pain and squatted on the ground, hissing in pain.

"Are you a model?" a childish voice sounded.

An Jing looked up suddenly, seeing her. She was a fair-skinned girl in a pink dress, with twin buns on her head. He shook his head, a little confused, and replied, "Why do you ask?"

"You're so good-looking, aren't you?"

An Jing shook his head and replied subconsciously, "This is an underwater base. It seems there's no such profession as modeling at the moment."

"Then what do you want to be?" the little girl asked in confusion.

"Honestly, I don't know." An Jing scratched his head and replied, "I don't think I'm very talented in my profession."

The little girl nodded and said, "Oh, so you are a scientist."

An Jing frowned, then laughed as if he had amused himself, and then he stared in surprise, only then realizing how this little girl could know his true thoughts?

When he looked again, the person was gone. An Jing was horrified. He stood up and looked around to confirm his strange guess. However, he actually saw the girl on the large advertising screen on the wall not far away!

The problem is, it was a fake doll made by AI.

An Jing covered his mouth and began to recall, but he found that he could not remember the face of the little boy just now, as if he had encountered a ghost.

"What is this?" An Jing blinked, still lost in the horror of the moment. He felt the rain on his face, but the problem was, the Blue Continent base was encased in a light-hardened wall, with the ocean above it, so how could it possibly rain?

Rain is natural weather on land.

How could there be an underwater base?

As soon as this thought came to mind, there was a loud bang. An Jing turned around suddenly and saw that the dome above his head not far away had cracked, or even collapsed, and the sea water mixed with fish poured down like a floodgate.

The violent torrent directly destroyed the tall buildings.

"The base is about to collapse! Run!" someone shouted in surprise, calling back An Jing, whose brain was numb. He wanted to run, but then he realized that his home was in that direction.