Chapter 98

The barrage of comments exploded because of this, turning into a large-scale gathering of people mocking mercilessly.

The person who wrote this couplet is truly talented.

[I feel like Brother Baizi is almost at peace after watching this.]

[I laughed like crazy. Who planned this?]

You can always trust the mental state of Brother Baizi's fans.

[Actually, this is quite conservative among us Yu Si.jpg]

I've been with you all the way, listening to you go crazy. From the Amazon Monkey King to the Summer Palace security guard, I've never left your side. Isn't this a kind of affectionate companionship and confession?

Therefore, throughout the second half of the cheering video, Chu Yu became a constant focus of the entire audience. No matter which trainee's fans were recording the blessing video, there was always a wicked camera focused on him with a confused look on his face and his toes tapping the ground. Especially after comparing the cheering videos of other trainees, Chu Yu found that he was the only one who was so socially awkward.

Other families are affectionate, while our family is publicly executing; other families send the real boss to the stage, while our family is sending the real boss to his death.

This is the strength of Brother Baizi’s fan circle that makes them look down on others and stand out from the crowd.

All the trainees present were laughing so hard at the video that they fell over. The room was filled with a happy atmosphere. Chu Yu covered his face with his hands amid the laughter and felt peacefully that all the social deaths in his life had come to this day.

But people who are in good mental state often have a strange ability to regulate themselves. After doubting his life for thirty seconds, Chu Xiaoyu had already accepted this abstract situation. He even happily made a heart shape to the couplet in the video during the final response session. However, because he seemed too sunny and healthy, it made it even more weird.

Chu Xiaoyu smiled brightly and said sincerely, "Thank you for being here."

[Brother Baizi: If we are not from the same family, we will not enter the same door]

[Brother Baizi doubted his life for a moment, but when he thought about the seriousness of his illness, he suddenly felt relieved.]

[The disease is running towards us in both directions, let's just keep going on together, torturing each other [heart]]

On the way back to the dormitory, Chu Yu was in a state of being out of body, with a blank and wandering gaze, and no one knew what he was thinking. After Luo Jiayu pulled him to hide behind telephone poles twice, he couldn't help but secretly took out his mobile phone and logged into Weibo to take a look.

My son can swing on vines! Hey, kid! Did you watch the latest live show?

My son can swing on vines: I appeared in the fan support video segment!

The handsome guy understood immediately.

[AAA Chief Handsome Guy: Look, is one of those three people holding Spring Festival couplets you?]

[My son can swing on vines: You guessed it right]

My son can swing on vines: What do you think of my performance? Isn't it amazing? My son was amazed at me!

Luo Jiayu turned her head to glance at her boyfriend, who looked like a zombie in the video and was about to crash into the next telephone pole, and lowered her head to type.

[AAA Chief Handsome Guy: Indeed, it has a strong aftertaste]

The other party sent a cool expression of a man wearing sunglasses, and seemed very satisfied with her reaction.

"Who are you messaging?" Brother Baizi, who was judged to be surprised, suddenly noticed the small movements of the person next to him, turned around and asked quietly.

Luo Jiayu stroked his head, grabbed his wrist, and the two of them switched positions: "You go inside." This way, someone would not bump into a telephone pole while walking.

This is a remote path with no tracking cameras, so he can hold people's fingers tightly and not let go.

"Who are you messaging?" Chu Yu blinked and asked again curiously.

Luo Jiayu stuffed the phone that was in the middle of a conversation into his hand. Chu Yu lowered his head and the chat history immediately came into view.

He browsed through them one by one, his expression changing from bewilderment to doubt about life, and then to a sense of relief and calmness: "..."

It turns out that they are group friends. No wonder they can come up with such abstract work.

At this moment, a certain fan, unaware that the person they were chatting with had changed, was still happily jumping around. Messages kept popping up at a rate of one every five seconds. Chu Yu scrolled through them for a while, but her attention suddenly shifted. "No, what does her ID mean?"

[My son is a tree vine swinger: Little brother, why did you suddenly stop replying? Where are you? Did you end up falling in love in the middle of the conversation?]

Luo Jiayu rested his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder, hugging him and looking at the words on the screen with him. Halfway through, he found a message from the other party that was exactly what he wanted. So he happily stretched out his finger, typed "Guessed it right" for the person in his arms and sent it over. Then he took the phone back and turned it off: "Stop looking at the phone and show some care to your empty-nest boyfriend."

“…” Chu Yu was caught off guard by the phone being taken away, and before she could react, she retorted, “When have you ever been alone?”

"When you go to the cafeteria to buy food."

"What kind of empty nest is this?"

"Look!" Luo Jiayu pointed at a telephone pole in front of them with great enthusiasm. "This is the pole I stood on when I confessed my love to you. I've already noted it down. The eighth pole from south to north on this path is our love pole."

"..." Chu Yu looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, there was a straight electric pole standing there, majestically accepting the inexplicable and unconventional "pilgrimage" of the young couple in front of it.

He actually didn't expect Luo Jiayu to say this in such a relaxed tone, because the memory of that day was not strictly speaking a pleasant one. There were several times when their relationship almost broke down, and Luo Jiayu's confession did not receive a clear response in the end.

But when he thought about the memories of that day, what impressed him most was the kiss that tasted like mint sparkling water, soft and like a moist cloud.

Come to think of it, maybe he never hated Luo Jiayu's touch from the beginning. Even when their relationship was still just good friends, those few secret kisses never made him feel resistant to each other. The relationship between them was like two clouds, swaying slowly together for years, and one day finally merging together, and then finding that maybe it was supposed to be this natural.

"So why are we suddenly commemorating this telephone pole?" he asked out loud out of habit.

Luo Jiayu suddenly said seriously, "Because this is our last time here. The finals will be in two days. Once we go on stage, we won't be coming back."

Chu Yu was stunned.

So the number of people who stopped changed from one person to two people. Chu Yu was stunned for a moment, then took out his mobile phone and took two photos of the telephone pole in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

"According to the logic that people miss something when they lose it, let's take a photo first."

After Chu Yu finished taking the photo, he lowered his head to edit the name of the photo. Luo Jiayu saw that he had captioned the photo as "a small road inside the camp, the eighth one from south to north."

Luo Jiayu put his arm around his shoulder and asked, "Do you think we should put this photo in our anniversary album?"

"Do we have this thing?"

"Not now, but there will be in the future."

Luo Jiayu casually said, "We can have anniversary albums, travel albums, wedding albums, holiday albums... But there are too many types and it would be troublesome to sort them out. It would be more convenient to just make a bound volume."

"Well, you buy it then."

"I'll show you a style I like."

"Hmm. Hmm?" Chu Yu put her phone back in her pocket after finishing her notes on the photos. She thought about it and realized that the topic had veered into the yearbook. She turned to look at the person next to her and asked, "What is the yearbook used for?"

"To commemorate everything worth remembering." Luo Jiayu stretched, "The past few months have been very memorable."

Chu Yu mused, "In memory of the biweekly holiday."

Luo Jiayu patted the towering electric pole beside him and said, "In memory of this path."

"In commemoration of these three performances."

"In memory of the rap lyrics I wrote."

"Memorial Studio Hall."

"Memorial Practice Room."

"Memorial Dormitory."

"Memorial Canteen."

"The pancakes on the first floor of the memorial cafeteria."

"A commemorative Coke from the vending machine."

"In memory of the family bucket we stole."

"In memory of the barbecue I treated you to."

"Commemorative cartoon."

"Memorial Match 3."

"Memorial Game."

"A commemorative phone."

"We've done a lot of illegal things."

"yes."

Chu Yu thought about it and raised a serious objection: "If we really want to commemorate so many things, one bound volume won't be enough."

Luo Jiayu turned his head, then lowered it, the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably: "On that day of commemoration, I mustered up the courage to kiss you."

Chu Yu paused, "Which day?"

"The day I kissed you openly." Luo Jiayu said, then patted the telephone pole beside him. "You don't know how important that day was to me."

That was the first time he exposed his feelings that he had hidden for a very long time. Before that, he always felt that he could not afford the cost of revealing his feelings. For risk considerations, he was once prepared to keep this secret, which was not a secret, for the rest of his life.

But he overestimated his ability to conceal his feelings. The confession that day was not what he expected and was very hasty. He forced himself to look calm, but the other party's silence made him feel that he was getting closer and closer to the secret and terrible guess in his heart.

However, that proactive, tentative kiss changed his mind. The person he liked might retreat in the face of this affection hidden under friendship, but would not leave as he thought; perhaps they were inseparable from each other.

"Tomorrow is the last rehearsal. Are you still nervous looking into my eyes when you dance with me now?"

"Much better." Chu Yu closed her eyes and let her boyfriend rub his lips across the corners of her eyes. "Now I'm more afraid of forgetting my moves on stage."

"But you never forgot when we were practicing." Luo Jiayu encouraged him after kissing him.

“Some of the movements were not quite standard.”

"It's okay. It's already amazing that I can jump from radio gymnastics to what I am now."

"Radio gymnastics are the result of my long-term practice." Chu Yu protested in a low voice.

"So you're awesome."

"Yeah, I'm awesome." Chu Yu narrowed her eyes and chose to accept her boyfriend's compliment, then pulled his wrist, "You're awesome too."

“Everything we do together is awesome.”

"Um."

"So we have to win first place in the finals too."

"Take first place!"

"come on!"

"come on!"