Five days later, Lin Mengting's family came and took her away.
They both cried their eyes out at that time.
They never saw each other again after that.
***End of Recollection****
Lin Mengting looked at An Youhe with hope, "Do you remember now?"
An Youhe said apologetically, "No."
After a while, Lin Mengting stood up and extended her hand to An Youhe, "It's okay if you can't remember, we know each other now anyway."
An Youhe smiled and placed her hand in Lin Mengting's, letting Lin Mengting pull her up from the grass.
"Mengting, we will still be friends in the future. I know you won't lie to me. We can still be friends."
"Okay." Lin Mengting seemed to have made a major decision.
Now that everything had been explained, she had no regrets.
Ye Zhou waved to An Youhe, "Come here, take a few more pictures."
An Youhe glanced back at Lin Mengting, who smiled slightly and let go of his hand.
Chen Yang still demonstrated his professionalism when taking photos.
"Okay, that's right, that's good."
The sound of pressing the shutter button is faster than pressing the keyboard.
I stepped back, looking for different angles to take photos, hoping to get the best results.
A small pebble suddenly appeared under my feet.
Chen Yang let go of the camera and fell backward.
"camera."
Chen Yang shouted, but before he could grab the camera, someone grabbed him around the waist and supported him.
"Don't help me, help the camera instead. The camera is worth more than me."
Lin Mengting took out the camera from her other hand.
Fortunately, Lin Mengting has long arms and legs, so she can catch anything.
Chen Yang was extremely grateful and took the camera back from the girl.
Lin Mengting said, "You can buy a new camera, but you only have one life. Is it really worth it?"
Chen Yang retorted, "You don't know, this camera contains almost two years' worth of photos I took. If I lose it, it's all gone. It's all my hard work."
An Youhe also came over and said, "Chen Yang, have you ever considered not being a programmer and becoming a photographer instead? Photography is your hobby anyway, wouldn't that be great?"
Ye Zhou corrected An Youhe, "You don't understand. Any hobby that becomes a profession will become painful. Chen Yang should just stick to being a programmer."
Chen Yang: "Tsk, Brother Zhou is right. That's true. I'd rather photography be my hobby."
...
Campus Singer Competition.
"Brother Zhou, there's a campus singing competition, do you want to sign up?" Ren Gan's eyes lit up.
"Why do you want to sign my name?"
Bai Xu: "I haven't heard Brother Zhou sing yet. I'm really curious about what it's like."
"I'm signing up," Ye Zhou said, quickly submitting his registration on his phone.
Since being reborn, I naturally want to experience student life properly.
Before going on stage, Ye Zhou prepared a sweet campus love song, but it was for An Youhe to hear.
His singing skills are average, but if he doesn't sing high notes, he's still pretty good, after all, his timbre is exceptionally gifted.
Ye Zhou was backstage with a group of students, preparing.
He himself had no experience performing on stage, but after living for so many years, he had never been too nervous. However, since this song was for An Youhe, he was really afraid that something might happen on stage.
He was reciting his lines silently, and several young girls asked him for his WeChat, which he refused.
Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice on the stage.
"Students, welcome to today's campus singing competition. I am your host, An Youhe."
Ye Zhou suddenly regained consciousness.
An Youhe is the host. Did he mishear?
Peeking through the curtain a little, I saw the beautiful figure of the girl on stage from backstage. She wore a white short skirt, had slender, snow-white legs, and her long hair was carefully braided.
It really was An Youhe.
After An Youhe finished introducing herself, the audience erupted in applause.
"Next, let's welcome Ye Zhou, who will be performing the song 'This is a Simple Little Love Song' for us." An Youhe paused, somewhat disbelieving her eyes, before pretending to be calm as she continued reading.
After saying that, An Youhe stepped off the stage with a composed gait.
Ye Zhou walked onto the stage, the lights shining on his head, bathing him in their brilliance.
Many people in the audience stared directly at the man's exceptionally handsome face, holding their breath.
Ye Zhou picked up a guitar and began to play and sing.
...
After the song ended, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.
Then Ye Zhou stood up, bowed to the audience, and walked back to the backstage area.
He just brushed past An Youhe, whose face was flushed, and walked past Ye Zhou with her head down.
Ye Zhou's eyes were fixed on the girl. An Youhe was wearing lipstick today, bright red, making her look like a ripe peach, tempting one to take a bite.
An Youhe went on stage, accompanied by wave after wave of applause.
When all the matches were over, An Youhe held the list of winners in his hand.
Ye Zhou stood at the very edge of the group of twenty students.
However, he is so tall and has an undeniable good appearance that he always stands in the center of attention.
The judges began their comments.
"Today, I must say, it was a feast for the eyes of all the students in the school. There were such beautiful female hosts and such handsome male contestants on stage at the same time. This is the first time I have encountered such a situation in the seven campus singing competitions I have participated in."
Ye Zhou simply smiled gently, while An Youhe couldn't help but lower her head and turn it to the side. Then, realizing that this wasn't a good thing, she quickly adjusted her demeanor.
Ye Zhou and An Youhe each stood to one side. Ye Zhou glanced at the girl; she was indeed very beautiful, and she looked even more beautiful under such a strong spotlight.
An Youhe deliberately learned a professional broadcasting voice, and her faked voice even sounded a bit like a mature woman.
"Next, I announce that the winner of the Campus Singer Competition is Yang Guodong and his song 'I Refine Oil for the Country'."
...
Ye Zhou walked ahead, and An Youhe jogged behind him, tightly gripping Ye Zhou's waving hand.
"Ye Zhouzhou, you're not unhappy, are you? Actually, I think you sang very well, it's just that the judges didn't appreciate it. If it were me, I would definitely make you the champion."
Ye Zhou turned to look at her, "How did you become a host?"
The girl's face was sparkly, and her eyelids were covered in glitter—makeup she had put on for the competition.
An Youhe retorted, "Didn't you participate in the competition? You didn't tell me."
"Okay, do you like that song?"
"It's so good, the best song I've ever heard."
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