Situ Ming's voice, delivered from the high platform, resonated throughout the venue via microphone; it was magnetic, captivating, and truly beautiful.
After finishing his lines, Situ Ming strode off the stage, his eyes catching sight of someone kicking a small pebble in the distance.
He sighed, handed the microphone to the person next to him, and walked through the crowd to Zhao Xiaoyue's side.
This scene angered all the girls, and there was a lot of discussion behind them. The principal had to slam his fist on the table to quell the disturbance.
The huge venue was filled with faculty and students from two schools: Yenching University and Jingnan University of Science and Technology.
Zhao Xiaoyue kicked the pebble to a deserted corner, sat on a bench, and gazed at the sky, letting her mind wander.
Before her stood a vast sea of people, their cheers deafening, yet at that moment they all seemed as insignificant as ants in her eyes.
In the blink of an eye, the swaying figure before them transformed into a huge, jubilant face of Zhang Xiaomeng. "Helmsman, shall we buy a motorcycle?"
Or perhaps it's Pu Changling's stern face, saying, "Don't try to change anything."
Or perhaps it's the ethereal and otherworldly Taoist Wuyou shaking his whisk, saying, "My dear Xiaoyue, as long as you can master what I teach you, your master will grant you a great opportunity."
Zhao Xiaoyue sighed and muttered softly, "What kind of opportunity? It's all a lie."
Ah, life!
Why must there be joy and sorrow, separation and reunion?
Zhao Xiaoyue!
Why are you so arrogant?
If the danger had been nipped in the bud earlier, wouldn't Meng Ge have survived?
Situ Ming walked up to Zhao Xiaoyue and reached out to wipe away the girl's tears with his fingertips.
Why are you here all alone?
Zhao Xiaoyue felt the fingertips brushing against her cheek and instinctively turned her head away, her eyes filled with unfamiliar coldness.
Situ Ming's eyes were full of tenderness and doting. When he felt the little girl tilt her head, he bent down and used his other hand to support her other cheek.
"What's wrong? Who upset my little moon?"
"Ahem, Brother Ming, can you speak normally? I'm not a child."
She sniffed, "These are from the wind, what we call 'wind tears'."
"You signed up for the 10,000-meter race?"
The little girl didn't like to express her emotions, so Situ Ming had to change the subject.
Zhao Xiaoyue gave a nonchalant "hmm".
"Our class is going to have a basketball game against Jingnan University of Science and Technology. As my good friend, shouldn't you come and cheer me on?"
Zhao Xiaoyue turned her head and asked in confusion, "Brother Ming, you can play basketball?"
He hadn't done that before, but one day when he passed by the basketball court, he saw Zhao Xiaoyue, like a little pervert, lying on the wire mesh, peering through the mesh at the boys playing basketball on the court, her face dark with anger.
Situ Ming and several classmates from the same department were preparing to go to their supervisor's lab to discuss their research topic when he suddenly lost all interest in it.
Then for several nights, people saw the school heartthrob Situ Ming carrying a basketball and playing with the PE teacher.
The physical education teacher is the head coach of an international basketball league, and he comes to their school one day a week.
"I know a little bit."
"I didn't realize you, with your seemingly gentle demeanor, could play basketball?"
The first day was a cultural performance, the second day was various competitions, and the third day was a friendly basketball league.
In the morning, shorter events are held simultaneously to compete for the championship.
The afternoon session featured a long competition to determine the champion.
Zhao Xiaoyue's 10,000-meter run was the last event.
The number of participants was the largest of all the projects, with about 100 people.
Zhao Xiaoyue was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and long pants, her hair tied in a ponytail, and she was stretching.
On both sides of the track, there were many boys cheering, some holding water bottles and tissues, shouting encouragement to a particular girl.
Zhao Xiaoyue found it very novel. In her previous life, she had never participated in such activities. She always focused on learning what she needed to learn as quickly as possible, and she never had time to participate in these kinds of extracurricular activities.
So this time I really opened my eyes. I've never experienced a boyfriend before. I don't know what it's like to have one.
Mr. Zhao has absolutely no idea what it means to be in love and feel romantic feelings! He's truly a unique individual in the human world.
Zhao Xiaoyue touched her chin, wondering if she should try having a relationship in college.
Why--
I don't think it's reliable. Her mental age is close to 60 now. A 60-year-old woman probably can't handle emotions anymore.
Forget it, in her eyes, these dolls will always just be dolls.
As soon as the starting gun fired, Zhao Xiaoyue slowly began to run, her mind wandering aimlessly as she ran.
For example, falling in love!
She felt it was inappropriate, that the child's mental age was too advanced, and that it was somewhat like bullying a child.
For example, start your own business!
She felt it was unnecessary; stretching the battle lines too far might lead to a breakdown, resulting in more harm than good.
For example, participating in a competition or something?
Forget it. Participating in a competition is about winning prizes. If she wins, and she's not short of money right now, then the people who are truly in need of money won't get the reward and will probably be cursed to death.
After thinking it over, how did she end up living such a lazy, aimless life?
When did this begin?
After thinking about it, hey!
I've got it! She can go into archaeology!
Digging up dead people—the dead people won't object, right?
That's a good idea, it's decided then. Isn't our homeroom teacher going to do an archaeological excavation of a Shangqiu tomb soon? She can sign up to participate!
Great idea! Finally, something to do!
Before I knew it, I heard some murmurs from the side.
"Is this guy on some kind of steroid?"
"What's going on? Why are you running so fast?"
Is a ghost chasing her?
"She got chased by a dog, and she overtook everyone else!"
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