Chapter 77 Still a Senior High School Student
Why can't people get along with each other in a less worldly and utilitarian way?
Lu Yanhe was deeply troubled.
Recording a program with these people today was probably the most unforgettable night of his life.
Lu Yanhe was in a bad mood, but as soon as he went outside and saw Li Zhibai and Yan Liang looking at him through the car window, all his bad mood vanished.
He jogged down the steps and got into the car.
"Why did you guys come to pick me up?" Lu Yanhe chuckled. "You're good friends."
Yan Liang said, "Li Zhibai said that you might not be able to get a taxi late at night, so he came to pick you up."
Li Zhibai chuckled and said, "It has nothing to do with me. Yan Liang kept asking why you hadn't come back yet. If I hadn't come out, he would have kept nagging me, so I quickly pulled him over here."
Lu Yanhe nodded solemnly, "Say whatever you want, I'm very touched, thank you both."
"Get lost." Li Zhibai scoffed. "I'm leaving."
He released the handbrake, shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and drove onto the road.
It's really past midnight.
The pitch-black night was illuminated by the city lights, creating a hazy, mirage-like effect.
Lu Yanhe yawned. "Sleepy."
“Of course you’re tired. You only slept for a few hours yesterday, and you stayed up all night again today,” Li Zhibai said. “Why don’t you just take the day off tomorrow morning and get some rest?”
"I can't take a day off. It's already September, and the college entrance exam is just around the corner. I'm under a lot of pressure, and I don't dare to take even one day off."
"You're really planning to go to university through the college entrance exam?"
“Otherwise, what’s the point of me working so hard every day?” Lu Yanhe sighed. “I don’t think this is the only path I can take.”
“You’ve already received invitations to record shows, so your work here should gradually increase, right?” Yan Liang said.
"I don't have that hope. If the company really thought I could become famous by taking advantage of this opportunity, why would I have to fend for myself for every single driver and assistant I record a show?" Lu Yanhe chuckled. "I need to be rational and not daydream."
Yan Liang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seemed genuinely unsure what to say in this situation. He hesitated for a moment, then gave up and closed his mouth again.
"You've been like a completely different person this month. What, did that time you fell into the water and choked yourself awake?"
"More or less."
"That's good too. It was worth it for you to fall into the water." Li Zhibai nodded in approval.
"hehe."
Lu Yanhe closed his eyes and laughed.
He didn't know why, but at this moment he suddenly felt a sense of reality, a sense of reality about this world.
He sat in Li Zhibai's car, talking to the two of them, and surprisingly felt a sense of peace.
Whether it was Li Zhibai or Yan Liang, they bypassed his vigilance and wariness towards this world, and before he knew it, he had been accepted by them without even realizing it.
So, I accepted with a clear conscience that I was a completely different person this month, no longer feeling guilty or nervous, and just smiled calmly.
"You two better step up your game, don't get eliminated. I don't want to spend another three years getting used to having someone else as my roommate," Li Zhibai said.
Yan Liang: "I want to too."
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Because he had applied hairspray and foundation, Lu Yanhe couldn't sleep immediately; he had to wash himself clean before he could go to sleep.
I was so sleepy, my eyelids felt like they were made of lead, and I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.
That night, in a drowsy dream, he saw himself standing on a stage singing, singing easily and freely, without any tension, completely enjoying the stage. The audience below sang along with him, as if everyone knew his songs.
He was lost in this distorted dream, when the sound of pattering rain suddenly broke his reverie.
The colorful stage was overlaid with mottled black shadows.
He suddenly woke up and sat up.
What time is it?!
Why hasn't the alarm clock gone off yet?!
Lu Yanhe turned to look out the window; everything was shrouded in mist, and the rain had truly begun.
I don't know why, but it's been raining every morning lately.
He picked up his phone and glanced at the time. It was just past six o'clock, half an hour before the alarm went off.
He had already set his alarm for 6 a.m. half an hour later, hoping to sleep a little longer. However, his biological clock had already been set, and even staying up so late didn't stop him from waking up with a splitting headache, just like he was having a hangover.
He staggered out of bed to wash his face and brush his teeth.
When he came out, Yan Liang saw him with his eyes glazed over and his hair looking like a bird's nest, and he received a heartfelt thumbs up.
"You're awesome." Yan Liang's voice was hoarse.
Lu Yanhe yawned and muttered to himself, "I brought this on myself."
I dampened my hair a little, combed it a few times, and finally it wasn't so frizzy anymore.
Let's just leave it at that.
Lu Yanhe went out with an umbrella.
Everything is as usual.
He still takes the bus to school. The recording of the show for celebrities last night is over, and he is still the senior high school student who tries his best to avoid the morning rush hour every day.
The thought of having to record a show tomorrow night made Lu Yanhe feel exhausted all over.
This one recording felt like a heavy blow to him; he felt he would collapse if it continued.
But when the opportunity really comes, will he be able to make the right choice?
At this point, reason always struggles to overcome his greed for both fish and bear's paw.
Because these opportunities haven't reached the point where he can give them up without feeling heartache or regret.
Fortunately, tomorrow's program is a workplace observation show. There are no rehearsals, and he doesn't need to record for long. The recording will be in the afternoon and finished around 6 or 7 pm. He only needs to watch some clips of ordinary people surviving in the workplace in the studio, react, and express his thoughts. It's relatively simple.
If it's a program that requires advance preparation and rehearsal, he really doesn't know how to handle it.
Upon arriving at school, Lu Yanhe took out his English notebook, reviewed the key points and new vocabulary he had compiled over the past two days, and then went to review the geography and climate knowledge he had previously organized.
A significant characteristic of humanities subjects is that these knowledge points need to be reviewed repeatedly. Otherwise, someone like him, without prior accumulation, might memorize something one night and forget it the next day. He hasn't truly understood it; it's just pure rote memorization.
Helan told him in the live broadcast that he must read, memorize, and understand the points of the three humanities subjects again and again, so that those things can be gradually built into a logical framework.
Many science students think that humanities subjects are illogical, and Lu Yanhe had the same impression before, but to get high scores, you actually have to understand the logic behind them.
For example, what are the main reasons for the demise of each dynasty? Why did they become the main reasons? And why are there differences in the main reasons for the demise of each dynasty? How did these differences arise? What are the economic, political, and cultural factors that formed these differences?
As Lu Yanhe sorted through the materials, he pondered them and gradually began to appreciate their interesting aspects, recognizing that they were no longer simple and dry historical records.
(End of this chapter)
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