Lu Yibei thought for a moment and said, "Like this."
He drew a square in the air in front of him with both hands.
Ji Qingqian didn't understand: "What is this?"
The fourth wall.
Lu Yibei coughed lightly twice, then pretended to tap lightly, followed by two "knock knock" sounds, before speaking again: "Dear readers, if you prefer Ji Qingqian, please type 1; if you prefer Lu Yibei... please gouge out your own eyes, okay?"
He listened intently, satisfied.
"No one gouged out their own eyeballs at all; Lady Qingqian has won big."
"…childish."
Lu Yibei laughed: "That's great, everyone likes you, and I like you too... But then again, you like me, but your taste is a little lacking. No wonder you can only study engineering and can't study art."
The two walked along the road, which was chilly and desolate. Besides the fallen leaves, raindrops swayed on their heads, sometimes falling and sometimes stopping.
at the same time.
The school's loudspeaker began broadcasting, and a gentle female voice quietly read:
They say autumn is a time for longing, but it's even more perfect for falling in love with you. Amidst the myriad mountains and fields, you are the joyful longing I hide in the autumn wind—
It was the opening speech that Lu Yibei wrote for the "Three-Line Love Letter Competition".
Being in the student council is really tough.
Lu Yibei remarked with a sigh, "The events just keep coming one after another."
The broadcast also reached Zhao Xun's ears.
He was wearing a black windbreaker, his hands in his pockets, and his head covered by the hood as he walked briskly back to his dormitory.
As he passed by the second dormitory, he saw Ma Jiaojiao again.
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