Just as Yu Qiuchi was about to utter the unfathomable phrase "It is the will of Heaven," he realized he had strayed from the story and been led astray.
"Your comprehension is terrible!" Yu Qiuchi shook his head: "What does the college entrance exam essay require? Positive energy, a positive ideological orientation!"
"So?" the young man asked tentatively.
"Isn't the campus where you reminisce about your youth? Reminiscing about that period of your youth?"
"Those beautiful memories, those things you should cherish and never want to forget!" Yu Qiuchi patted the photographer on the shoulder and said earnestly.
"So what does this have to do with squatting here to eat?"
Yu Qiuchi was rarely speechless. He looked at the photographer's face, which seemed a bit dazed and young, and asked, "Where did they find this photographer from?"
"Part-time jobs for college students, meals and accommodation provided! Internship certificates also issued!"
"..." Yu Qiuchi finally understood. Zhou Baixi was really something, always deceiving other people's children.
"You've never secretly eaten spicy snacks or anything like that before?"
The guy shook his head: "My mom doesn't care, I can eat whatever I want."
[Sigh! I miss it so much! When I was in school, I wanted to grow up; now I want to go back to school!]
[Nothing tastes good normally, but it's at school that the food is the best! I remember my family was quite poor back then, and a bag of spicy strips would be shared among several people.]
[Master Chi, this is so realistic.]
Damn it! I'm not even born as well as others! Yu Qiuchi cursed inwardly. When he was a child, his father controlled everything. His father knew more about everything he wore, ate, and went to than he did!
"Okay, then this is my memory. My family used to not let me eat it, so I would secretly eat it behind my dad's back."
The young man was a little puzzled. He knew that Yu Qiuchi came from a good family and should lack nothing, so he asked curiously, "Doesn't your family give you pocket money?"
"Here you go." Yu Qiuchi sighed, but how to spend the money wasn't his decision, so he simply didn't say anything more.
Little did he know that this sigh would lead the photographer to imagine a melodramatic soap opera about a wealthy family.
Yu Qiuchi suddenly seemed to remember something: "Oh right, don't tell my brother. You ate some too, so you're an accomplice!"
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