Destiny
"Shiyi, are you alright?" Xu Mengyao asked, leaning slightly forward while holding an umbrella.
"It's alright," Zhu Shiyi raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, which had stopped dripping. "It's not like we're guaranteed to win an award; it's normal."
“You did a great job,” Xu Mengyao patted her on the back. “There will be other opportunities in the future. You can sign up next time and team up with me.”
Zhu Shiyi looked aggrieved: "Really?"
"Really?" Xu Mengyao exclaimed with delight. "Why are you taking Xiao Yuhan's place this time?"
...
Zhu Shiyi explained the whole story to Xu Mengyao.
Xu Mengyao nodded: "Actually, Xiao Yuhan only joined our group the day before the registration deadline."
Sensing that she was hesitant to speak, Zhu Shiyi asked, "So why did she join two groups?"
“Adding more projects means more security,” Xu Mengyao said. “Many people do this. For example, in our group before, there was a design student who participated in several competitions at once, and in each competition, she participated in multiple project teams.”
"Wouldn't that be exhausting?" Zhu Shiyi exclaimed in shock, "So cumbersome?"
Xu Mengyao shook her head meaningfully: "These kinds of people are actually more difficult to deal with. Because every time you ask her for help, she always has an excuse to back out. These kinds of people are just there to hitch a ride, thinking that whichever team makes it to the national competition, they'll contribute to that team."
"In major competitions, people who truly want to focus on one event won't sign up for multiple groups," Xu Mengyao said, stopping there.
Zhu Shiyi discerned the meaning.
She looked around and, seeing no familiar faces, asked, "So, Xiao Yuhan is just coasting along in your group?"
Xu Mengyao shook her head: "She's not just messing around. I feel like she genuinely wants to do a good job on our group's project."
"So she added two more teams..." Zhu Shiyi suddenly realized, "So, she gave up the project she gave me and is focusing all her attention on the one you're working on?"
Xu Mengyao nodded slightly: "This competition does not allow cross-teaming. All those who were previously in cross-teams have left their respective teams. She is the only one who had someone replace her."
“Xiao Yuhan just wanted to leave her own team,” Zhu Shiyi puffed out her cheeks, “but if she left, the group would fall apart, and Cai Jiarong and the others weren’t happy about that, so they took the risk and asked me to replace her?”
"It should be."
"Then why doesn't she work harder in her own group?" Zhu Shiyi asked, puzzled.
Xu Mengyao raised her chin: "You don't even look at the team's configuration."
Indeed, just looking at Xu Mengyao and Cai Jiarong, it's easy to see which group is stronger.
Zhu Shiyi felt like he could almost smell a fart.
"You're amazing." She gave a fake smile.
Xu Mengyao joked, "I was saying that you can't get up for roll call at 8 a.m. and you even find someone to substitute for you. Would you get up early to compete for someone else just for a meal?"
"It's all for the competition opportunity," Zhu Shiyi complained. "Do you know that I read more than sixty pages of the plan in one night?"
“It was really tiring after a whole night,” Xu Mengyao said, pulling Zhu Shiyi along. “Luckily, it was only sixty pages. Our project proposal is over two hundred pages long.”
"More than two hundred pages!" Zhu Shiyi exclaimed, his jaw dropping to the floor.
“Most of the projects we participate in have proposals this long,” Xu Mengyao kindly explained.
Zhu Shiyi: ......
She's the only one unaware of the truth about their relationship.
Xiao Yuhan must have known all along.
This group had no hope of making it to the national competition, so they gave up.
Only she, being naive and clueless, was deceived.
"I took a taxi back." Xu Mengyao opened her phone.
“Wait a minute,” Zhu Shiyi snapped out of her thoughts and grabbed Xu Mengyao, “It’s my first time participating in a competition, so I have to take a picture to commemorate it.”
"Didn't you take a picture before you came in?" Xu Mengyao looked up.
Zhu Shiyi looked up in that direction.
Great, it's hopeless, it's the midday death ray.
"No," Zhu Shiyi pouted, leaning against Xu Mengyao's shoulder and whimpering, "They all bully me. Nobody asked me to take pictures, and just now they made me their 'photo prop,' taking pictures of the three of them, boohoo—"
Zhu Shiyi rubbed against someone's shoulder and pretended to cry.
"Okay, okay," Xu Mengyao stroked Zhu Shiyi's hair, "Let's go take pictures."
Zhu Shiyi, being cheeky, said, "Touch my head."
"I didn't." Xu Mengyao jumped away.
Zhu Shiyi snuggled closer and rubbed her hand: "You have. You've changed, because you love me."
"Go stand aside." Xu Mengyao slapped him and pulled Zhu Shiyi to the photo spot.
"You disgusting woman, so tough as steel!"
--
On the bus, the two of them happily chirped crickets behind them the whole way.
Zhu Shiyi was no longer in so much pain.
People strive for higher positions.
It's understandable that Xiao Yuhan wants to join a more promising team.
It's just that deception is unpleasant.
But at least there was a meal.
I've gained some experience.
Zhu Shiyi comforted himself in this way.
Zhu Shiyi suppressed a slight discomfort while eating hot pot that evening.
It's all about human relationships and social interactions.
During this time, the other two group members still didn't talk to Zhu Shiyi much.
Xiao Yuhan was very enthusiastic and kept chatting with her.
Zhu Shiyi is unknown.
Where does Cai Jiarong and Li Xiaohong's hostility towards her come from?
Logically speaking, she didn't offend anyone, so we shouldn't have any complaints about her.
Unable to understand, Zhu Shiyi sat on pins and needles.
Xiao Yuhan's Coke was empty.
Li Xiaohong poured her a glass.
Zhu Shiyi finished her cola, but guessed that Li Xiaohong wouldn't pour her another one.
To avoid embarrassment, she pretended nothing was wrong and looked away.
Li Xiaohong poured her a glass as well.
Zhu Shiyi was slightly taken aback, then thanked him and nodded.
As the hot pot steamed, Zhu Shiyi could only vaguely make out what was happening, while Li Xiaohong smiled amicably.
It should be fine.
Zhu Shiyi, you always overthink things.
......
Bedroom.
Ni Yuqi had just gone downstairs to the high-powered appliance room to dry her hair.
Xu Mengyao was scrolling through her phone in bed. This busy person finally had some free time.
Zhu Shiyi quickly composed herself and posted a message on her WeChat Moments.
The photo shows her and Xu Mengyao together; they asked a beautiful passerby to take the picture.
The young lady looked very professional; she took several photos of them.
Unfortunately, the midday sun was too harsh, and the two of them still looked quite silly.
Fortunately, it can be p.
This photo, after careful editing, is so beautiful that you can admire it repeatedly.
I scrolled through my WeChat Moments for a while longer.
Suddenly I came across a long post with lots of thanks and excitement.
It reads very sincerely.
It was Xiao Yuhan's, and it came with several pictures.
"No," Zhu Shiyi complained, "Why does Xiao Yuhan ask me to take a group photo for them instead of posting the photos I took on her WeChat Moments?"
"Why make a fuss about cross-teaming?" Xu Mengyao speculated. "Maybe it's to get more photos to prove their abilities, so they can apply for extracurricular activities and awards."
Zhu Shiyi didn't want to watch it, nor was he in the mood to dwell on it, so he turned around and clicked on King of Glory.
Just as I threw away Zhen Ji's swill, a notification popped up.
"I'm playing a team match," Zhu Shiyi muttered to himself, "I don't have time."
You can't get distracted.
The game was a bumpy ride, and after playing for more than twenty minutes, the third Storm Dragon King had already appeared.
"Victory!" The screen displayed the victory announcement.
After holding on for so long, thankfully we turned the tide and won. I was exhausted from the fight.
Zhu Shiyi got tired of playing, so he exited the game and opened WeChat.
A small red dot sits atop an unfamiliar elderly man's seascape portrait.
It was Pan Yue.
She quickly opened the chat window.
He sent her a WeChat official account, the video she had requested, and two photos.
On her WeChat official account, a video of her singing flashed by.
She exited and clicked on the first image.
It's that silly goose group photo again.
Zhu Shiyi was not giving up and zoomed in to look at her face.
His whole body trembled.
Well, it's still a terrible sight.
She glanced at Pan Yue on the other side, her face expressionless.
But when Pan Yue doesn't smile, his face actually looks smaller.
Lin Changren, standing at the very front, had the largest face.
Zhu Shiyi exited and clicked on the second picture.
There were two silhouettes, which seemed to be her and Pan Yue.
My breathing became lighter for no reason.
The distant sky was a mysterious, deep blue.
The streetlights, like the eternal moon, silently exist in the sky, saying nothing, only emitting a hazy glow.
On the left, her profile is slightly tilted upwards; on the right, his head is lowered.
The distance between their chests wasn't exactly close, but under the halo of light, their eyes seemed to be drawn with silk.
A breeze seemed to be rising.
Strands of hair rose up, causing fine wisps to form on his forehead.
Beautiful, enigmatic, and mysterious.
Like magnets, opposite poles attract each other.
It pulls at the fixed or uncertain destiny between people.
Zhu Shiyi's face inexplicably flushed, and he long-pressed the save button.
This photo is so beautiful; it's rare to see her with such a lovely and atmospheric shot.
Still with a handsome guy.
She saved on model fees! The photo studios won't make a penny off her.
Zhu Shiyi clicked on the video again.
Yes, I'm still very satisfied.
I couldn't help but watch it again.
How can there be someone in the world who sings so well?
Zhu Shiyi was secretly narcissistic.
Zhu Shiyi: [I was just playing a game.]
Zhu Shiyi: [Thank you! Chang-ge, you're a great photographer.]
She added, "You're really good at filming too; that video is amazing, I'm going to post it on my WeChat Moments."
We cannot waste it.
Pan Yue replied quickly: [Isn't his selfie ugly?]
Zhu Shiyi: May I say that I agree?
But she didn't call her out on it: "The second one is better."
After sending the message, Zhu Shiyi moved on to her WeChat Moments.
I hesitated slightly while editing the text.
Isn't it a bit strange to post something from a month ago after all this time?
The idea was immediately rejected by myself.
Who cares?
Moments on social media is just a way to record your life.
Whether it's hardcover or abstract.
"That's awesome! (clenches fist) After listening to this, cows will be able to play the piano, horses will be able to do handstands, and both cows and horses will burst into tears! I'm so excited! (crying) (crawls in the shadows)!"
Zhu Shiyi nodded in satisfaction.
It suits her temperament perfectly—refined, an abstract female college student.
Zhu Shiyi left WeChat Moments, and Pan Yue got another little red dot.
Pan Yue: [Clapping emoji]
Her head jolted.
My God, what an old age!
That round, yellow face with that little expression.
During his speech, Pan Yue introduced himself. He's 26 this year; at that age, he's one of the first digital natives, so he shouldn't be so inclined to post this kind of thing, right?
Zhu Shiyi couldn't tell for a moment whether the other person was serious or just being abstract.
But she couldn't be bothered to care: "Look at my WeChat Moments."
Hint: Give me a like!
A little while later, a small red dot popped up on the Moments screen.
A small yellow circle also appeared in the chat interface.
Pan Yue: [[Happy][Strong][Strong] emoji]
Pan Yue: [It sounds nice.]
Zhu Shiyi was greatly shocked: [Are you serious with that old-age expression?]
Pan Yue: [?]
Pan Yue: [I know you can't send a smiling emoji, it's considered an insult.]
Zhu Shiyi: ?
Do you want me to praise you? You're so trendy, you even know this.
There was a sudden noise at the dormitory entrance.
"Zhu Shiyi—"
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