"The TVB version?"
The TVB version of the Golden Cudgel is characterized by its flexibility, resembling a rope, able to bend and straighten at will.
"Get lost, don't talk nonsense without evidence."
"Then you'd better produce some evidence!"
"The burden of proof lies with the person making the claim. You're supposed to be a lawyer's son, and you don't even understand this basic principle?"
Xu Che said casually, "Besides, I recently found a girlfriend?"
Lu Yibei was not surprised; it was commonplace.
Even if his old classmate was unreliable, he was still a guy who went to study in the United States.
Plus, he's handsome—although that hairstyle is a bit abstract in China, in America's context, he might just be considered a cool guy.
Most importantly, a new game was recently released.
"I'm guessing your girlfriend's name is Mita."
Xu Che pointed north towards Lu: "You understand me best."
Simply put, it's a virtual character.
Xu Che doesn't buy into the idea that "no matter how powerful you are in the game, it's all fake."
“People always say that the dragons and monsters in games, and the girls who love you, are all fake, while the AI fake news on TikTok and the love of girls who want to scam you out of your money are real… Isn’t that wrong?” Xu Che shrugged.
Ji Qingqian felt that this pink-haired cauliflower-headed man had inexplicably uttered some very philosophical words.
Xu Che said again:
"The traffic in Hangzhou is so bad it's giving me a heart attack. You drive."
Lu Yibei turned to the driver's seat helplessly: "What are you showing off by parking the car at the school gate?"
Xu Che once again gave a very realistic answer:
"I'd like to park on the side of the road, but are you going to pay the 200 yuan fine? Stop arguing, it's freezing cold in Hangzhou."
Xu Che moved to the passenger side.
Lu Yibei: "Can't you just wait in the car?"
"I'm so handsome, and I have such a cool perm. It would be a waste if I didn't let people see me," Xu Che said again.
The car isn't the key issue.
Hairstyle is the key!
"Is your car an A35 or an A45?"
Lu Yibei had already gotten into the driver's seat.
“My mom’s car, who knows if it’s a 35 or a 45…” Xu Che said.
He was about to open the passenger door.
But when he saw the tall girl who had walked around to the passenger side with him, he paused for a moment.
He then consciously took a step back, his face filled with sorrow:
"...Bei, it seems we can't go back to the past, right?"
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