Su Zhimeng stayed by his side the whole time after the movie ended.

After watching the movie, it was lunchtime.

Su Zhimeng asked, "Junior, what would you like to eat?"

"Me? Anything is fine with me, I don't have any dietary restrictions. What would you like to eat, senior?"

"It's quite cold, how about we go get a bowl of noodles?"

I crave noodles as soon as winter arrives because they warm my body.

There's a Lanzhou noodle shop near the movie theater.

After considering it for a moment, the two decided to go there to resolve the issue.

When I arrived at the store, it was quite crowded at this time of day; there wasn't a single empty table.

It won't be completely full, but every table will have people, so few people would choose to share a table in this situation.

Just as the two were about to leave, a young couple finished eating, and a table became empty.

The two had just sat down when a waiter came to serve them.

"What would you two like to eat?"

That accent sounds a bit like a Shaanxi accent!

He almost didn't understand.

After looking at the menu handed to them, Bai Ye ordered a bowl of pickled cabbage and beef noodles, while the senior student ordered a bowl of beef ramen.

The two chatted and shared some interesting things that had happened to them recently.

It can only be said that schools don't create myths; every school has its share of outrageous and interesting things.

It's perfect for conversation before or after a meal.

As they chatted, the topic suddenly turned to Bai Ye's school days.

There were many interesting things that happened during Baiye's school days, but the school was really terrible.

The worse the school, the more rules it has, and the more outrageous things happen there are.

It's no exaggeration to say that Bai Ye's junior high and high school years were both happy and painful.

Students are not allowed to run to the cafeteria after school, and they are required to eat in batches. That's bad enough, but the cafeteria is small, so many people have to wait in long lines every time, and they are not allowed to run to eat.

And there's also an early morning run. Before the run, you bring a book and read it on the playground. You think you have a good memory early in the morning?

They don't allow students to use the toilet after lights out at night, and there's only one shared toilet on each floor. If the dorm supervisor catches them, their class gets points deducted. You can imagine how outrageous their school is.

Do you think calling parents is the only way school teachers can control students?

His happiness came from finding joy amidst hardship with his best buddies. As long as it wasn't about studying, happiness was all that mattered—that was the atmosphere at his school.

Negativity and optimism are the main themes of his school.

Su Zhimeng listened attentively to Bai Ye's complaints and offered her own opinions, showing great sympathy for her junior's plight.

Her school was a key local high school, so there weren't as many restrictions, but all the students were very competitive.

The academic pressure is considerable.

As we chatted, two bowls of noodles were served.

The two men were stunned when they saw the layers of red chili oil covering the two bowls of noodles.

So much chili oil? They didn't say they wanted it spicy, did they?

The waiter explained to them, "This layer of chili oil is fragrant but not spicy; adding it will make the flavor even better."

Su Zhimeng frowned slightly. She wasn't very good at eating spicy food, and this layer of red oil looked very spicy, so she was a little hesitant to eat it.

Bai Ye noticed his senior's embarrassment and came to her rescue, saying, "Senior, give me the top layer of chili oil, I can handle spicy food."

Su Zhimeng said worriedly, "But won't your bowl be very spicy? You have more chili oil than I do."

After all, judging from the fact that Su Zhimeng's red oil in her bowl was only slightly more than half of his, it was clear that the restaurant owner had taken into account the gender difference.

Bai Ye patted his chest to reassure him, saying, "Don't worry, this little bit of spice is nothing. I'm known as the Spicy King of Jiangnan."

Su Zhimeng chuckled, amused by Bai Ye's antics: "Haha!"

The waiter next to him had lost all light in his eyes, and had put on a mask of pain. It's just a bowl of noodles, why show off your love like that!

This chili oil is advertised as fragrant but not spicy, so are you just playing hard to get?

This place doesn't belong to him; he should hide in the corner of the kitchen!

Ignoring the waiter's speechless look, Bai Ye picked up a spoon and scooped the chili oil from his senior's bowl into his own, leaving her with just a little bit.

He stirred his noodles well, and the generous amount of chili oil enhanced Bai Ye's flavor while also making him feel greasy.

I picked up a noodle and took a bite, and it was indeed as the waiter had said—fragrant but not spicy.

The more he ate, the more flavorful it became, but without a bit of spiciness, he felt it was missing something, so he picked up the chili sauce on the table.

Su Zhimeng reminded him, "Junior, add less, so you don't get too spicy."

Bai Ye said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, don't worry."

Su Zhimeng glanced at the words posted on the wall: "The chili sauce we add is very spicy. Please be careful if you add it!"

She was about to remind him again, but Bai Ye had already scooped in a large spoonful.

She was both amused and exasperated, unsure of what to say.

She simply turned around and went to the freezer in the corner to get a bottle of cold drink.

When I came back, I saw my junior classmate with his face flushed red and his forehead sweating from the spiciness.

She shook her head helplessly and handed the water over.

"Have a bottle of water to cool down the spiciness."

Bai Ye La slurred, "Scorpion...scorpion!"

...

Happy times are always fleeting, and the senior student had to leave early because of some things to do in the club.

The two said goodbye at the school gate.

Watching her senior's retreating figure, Bai Ye felt a deep sense of loss.

When he returned home, Qingyue was not there, and the big house felt empty.

He sat on the sofa and turned on the TV, trying to break the silence in the living room.

But his attention wasn't on the TV; he was lost in thought, unsure of what to do.

Overwhelmed by drowsiness, Bai Ye leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes.

Then I fell asleep.

...

When I woke up, my head felt a little dizzy.

I checked the time: 13:02.

13:30 was the time I had agreed with Luo Qingyan to go to the cat cafe.

The timing of waking up was just right.

I splashed some cold water on the sink to clear my head.

The biting cold snapped him awake.

Just as Bai Ye was about to grab her phone and head out, she noticed that a sliding suitcase under the table had been pulled out slightly.

Bai Ye walked over and pulled him out.

Upon seeing a photo album inside, Bai Ye inexplicably took it out.

This was undoubtedly Xia Qingyue's photo album, and he was somewhat curious about Sister Qingyue's past.

But he felt it wasn't right to open it without her permission, and he was very conflicted.

But in the end, his desire to investigate prevailed over his reason.

He carefully flipped through the photo album, only to find that it didn't contain photos of Xia Qingyue alone, but rather photos of Bai Ye and Xia Qingyue together.

There weren't many photos, only taking up the first two pages of the album, while the rest were blank, clearly reserved by Xia Qingyue for future use.

There is a line of text in the upper left corner of the homepage.

We met on October 1st.

That was the day they first met.

Bai Ye's memories involuntarily drifted back to that day when they first met.

At that time, Sister Qingyue seemed to have mistaken him for a little boy she wanted to chat up, and even teased him about it. Later, they gradually became acquainted because of an umbrella and a chance encounter on their way home.

Then Bai Ye sighed and put the photo album back in the drawer.

I left this place.