After the Qingming Festival, the weather gets hotter and hotter, the sun is warm, and willow catkins drift lightly, like falling snowflakes scattered all around.

The students around her were walking in groups, laughing and chatting about the latest gossip or games. The girls who walked by were all dressed up in their finest clothes, freely expressing their youth. Only she was out of place in this scene.

Liang Zhirou brushed the stray hairs that had been blown by the wind back behind her ears, took out her phone, wiped the screen, and looked at herself.

I feel like I'm no match for the girl I saw in the cafeteria.

Even if her hairstyle and looks are similar, her timid gaze and long bangs make her look worse.

A moment later, the girl sighed quietly and combed her hair back into a ponytail.

After all, I need to go to work, and long hair is inconvenient and stuffy.

Liang Zhirou couldn't understand why she wanted to let her hair down.

It's really baffling.

As evening approached, dusk began to fall.

Chen Lu looked at the sun, which had turned fiery red on the horizon, and lazily yawned.

The lights came on on the playground, and there were no longer any runners; it had become the main venue for couples to stroll hand in hand.

The drama club members are still passionately rehearsing their lines; their performance seems to have been inspired by "The Awakening Age."

The script they're going to perform this time is about the awakening and transformation of students at this university during that era.

Through the perspectives of several students, the story reveals the ideological changes of that period, from initial ignorance to later following in the footsteps of the martyrs.

Chen Lu has a deep interest in history outside of class. When he doesn't need to do manual labor, he can actually discuss and revise the script with his classmates.

However, his understanding of modern history was not very detailed, because it was truly heartbreaking to read.

Looking back at history, one might only feel a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing feelings, reflection, and awe), but modern history often brings tears to one's eyes.

"Wow, senior, how come you know everything?" The bespectacled boy looked at Chen Lu with surprise, becoming more and more satisfied with the revised script.

He really couldn't understand where the vice president had found such a senior student who was like Doraemon, able to help with anything.

Chen Lu's understanding of history is so precise that it can be pinpointed to the year, while most of his knowledge... has been returned to his high school history teacher.

All he knows now is that he can eat three bowls of rice in one meal.

"When I have nothing to do, I learn a little bit of everything. Whether there are dates or not, I can always hit a tree with my stick and never lose anything."

Chen Lu picked up the stereo, shrugged, and then followed the group to move everything back.

Just then, a girl, carrying some things with some difficulty, followed him unsteadily.

It's Liang Zhirou.