The photographer: "!!!"

This little girl is too fierce! He felt a little guilty and touched his nose, wondering whether to delete the book. He had spent several hundred yuan to download it.

This young man was reading online novels for the first time. He was so naive that he subscribed to all the books he clicked on, spending several hundred yuan. It hurt his wallet.

The photographer, with a bewildered yet innocent look on his face, asked Xiaoyun, "So what books do you usually read? 'On the Origin of Species' (?!) '100,000 Whys' (?!)"

This is a really nice book.

Xiaoyun: "..."

"On the Origin of Species" is too profound for me, and "100,000 Whys" isn't suitable either—they're not my age, hahaha~~~

Xiaoyun proudly raised her chin and said disdainfully, "I read both of these books before I was ten years old. I don't read these kinds of books anymore."

The photographer, adopting the curious look of a child, asked sweetly, "What book are you reading?"

Xiaoyun: "You wouldn't understand the books I read. Just remember what I said: delete those domineering CEO novels from your bookshelf. Those kinds of books are really, really not suitable for a macho man like you."

A 1.8-meter-tall hunk: "!!!"

But I can't bear to part with my money, it hurts so much!!!

Lost in thought, Lan Qingyue didn't realize that Xiaoyun and the photographer had been chatting at the door for so long. Suddenly, her eyes felt warm, and she touched a single, glistening tear with her finger. Before she knew it, tears were falling.

Lan Qingyue turned her head away, gently wiping away her tears, and said calmly, "You've come, come and sit down."

The alarm clock on my desk shows 2 o'clock, and the task should start at 2:30.

Xiaoyun's smile faded, and she walked to Lan Qingyue's side with a concerned expression. "Sister Lan, what's wrong?"

She had just seen it all; Lan Qingyue's eyes were glistening with tears. Lan Qingyue's eyes were already beautiful, and with the addition of the tears, they looked absolutely pitiful.

Lan Qingyue patted her cheeks, widened her eyes and dared not blink, "It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of a tragic role I played before, and I'm just a little sad."

Xiaoyun: "..."

Sigh, I understand. She's seen all of Lan Qingyue's movies, and she's one of Lan Qingyue's few fans. She often gets into verbal battles with anti-fans for her idol, Lan Qingyue. However, due to her job, to avoid unnecessary trouble, she only dares to use a secondary account to shut down the anti-fans. She doesn't dare to attend fan meetings or appear as a member of the fan club, so even her colleagues don't know she's a fan of Lan Qingyue. She's practically hiding herself as an "underground" fan.

Xiaoyun boldly put her hand on Lan Qingyue's shoulder, pulled her pitiful idol into her arms, and comforted her with heartache, "Sister Lanlan, don't be sad. The story portrayed by that character is tragic. Maybe in another world, she won't be tragic, right? Sister Lanlan, look, this is a mission card. Open it and see if you're surprised or not!"

The photographer was startled. He really wanted to snap out of it and give this oblivious Xiaoyun a good slap. She was already feeling sad and upset. If he sent her the task card, wouldn't that just make things worse and make her even more upset?

How can you be so inconsiderate?

The photographer tossed his head, struck a cool pose, and felt sorry for Lan Qingyue… Three seconds, the remaining fifty-seven seconds, of course, were for… showing off!