He put his hands in his pockets.
His phone happened to vibrate, so he took it out and unlocked the screen. A message popped up: "I'm at the restaurant, hurry up."
When he saw the message, his expression instantly turned cold.
The person on the other side used a profile picture of a beautiful internet celebrity. Shi Wang didn’t pay attention to it at first, but at first glance, he found that it looked a little familiar.
He clicked it with some disbelief.
A beautiful face suddenly enlarged before my eyes.
It is a selfie taken with the face supported, from a bottom-up perspective.
She wore a silver ring on her hand and her sunglasses were pushed to the middle of her nose, revealing her clear eyes. She was probably wearing an evening gown or a suspenders, her slender white shoulders were completely exposed, her back was in the spotlight, and her makeup was so exquisite that there was no flaw to be found.
There was a hint of contempt and a haughty smile in his eyes, but the eyelashes drooping at the corners of his eyes were as cold and thin as ice needles.
She was very charming, but her smile made her seem even more distant, so distant that she was completely unfamiliar, and completely different from the daytime sleeper he knew.
It is indeed a daytime nap.
Shi Wang was not interested, so he left after reading it and simply replied "hmm" to the other party without saying anything more.
Shi Wang happened to pass by the Journalism Department building and took a casual look while walking through the hall.
The first floor of the Journalism Department is elevated, with only pillars and glass. Inside the glass wall is a hall, and various calligraphy and painting works are hung on the pillars.
Suddenly, an extremely outstanding work appeared before his eyes, and he couldn't help but stop.
It is the extremely difficult Slender Gold style. Each stroke is as sharp as iron and silver, with sharp turns and sweeping momentum. It takes time to develop one's own style in this type of font.
The words written there are also very profound.
"Please help those who have suffered injustice in the world.
To vindicate the defiled,
To bring light to those who have overturned the basin,
The people who were exploited by the officials were exiled and punished.
To fight against the powerful,
I bow my head in devotion to making this old injustice known to the world.
But when he looked at the signature, he found "Daytime Sleep" written underneath.
Daytime nap?
He stopped and took out his phone to search for this passage.
But what is even more surprising is that
The search results are 0.
I wrote it myself.
Although he was surprised, he found it reasonable. He looked up at the calligraphy again.
Sleep during the day.
The calligraphy was majestic, the words were sonorous and powerful, and every word was precious. It was surprising that it came from the mouth of an internet celebrity, even if she was from NUS.
Even though Shi Wang is not a journalist, he can feel the generosity and righteousness of journalists, and can see how noble the ideals and beliefs of the person who wrote this passage are.
The theme of the calligraphy and painting exhibition downstairs is dreams, and this passage is obviously not something that someone of this age or an internet celebrity can have.
Frankly speaking, it is really amazing.
Suddenly a phone call came in, interrupting Shi Wang's thoughts.
The ringing sounded particularly clear in the empty hall.
He came back to his senses, picked up the phone, and put the phone to his left ear: "Hello?"
A young girl's sweet voice rang out from the other end: "Where have you been? I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Shi Wang was impatient to hear this voice, but he had to respond. His calm, smoky voice rang out: "On the way."
The other side said coquettishly: "Drive carefully."
Shi Wang hung up the phone directly.
Meanwhile, Xiaomian had just come out of the rehearsal room and was messaging his friend on the campus: "Senior, have you made up your mind about what I told you this evening?"
The other party quickly replied to her: "I have been in the drama club for three years, so I have no problem playing Adonis. But now I am interning at a law firm, and it is still a bit difficult to free up time every night to rehearse."
Zhumian was a little disappointed and had no intention of replying, but the other party sent another message.
It's a voice message.
She clicked it, and the young man's voice on the other end was smiling: "I was kidding, come back."
The daytime nap suddenly turned back.
A tall and handsome young man stood under the street light. Passersby came and went, and his peach blossom eyes were particularly bright.
Zhu Mian couldn't help but smile.
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