"..."

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Zhang Dakai put down the red pen for drawing the paper, stretched out his hand, took off his own glasses, put them on the table as well, raised his eyes to look at Xie Zhi, his gaze was like an eagle: "Are you crazy?"

"I don't, Teacher Zhang." Xie Zhi said softly, but calmly: "I like writing, and I want to learn choreography and directing."

"Your language..."

Zhang Dakai originally wanted to say that Xie Zhi's Chinese is not good, but after thinking about it carefully, he found that Xie Zhi's Chinese is indeed good, and his composition has long been used as a model essay for grades and displayed in class tours.

Zhang Dakai pursed his lips and said, "It doesn't mean you can learn drama creation if you are good at Chinese—do you know how difficult it is?"

Xie Zhi nodded: "I know."

How many people compete for a Nortel certificate?It is true that thousands of troops cross the single-plank bridge, but Xie Zhi is not afraid.

Xie Zhi was even more frightened, the meeting with Yan Si just passed by.

Zhang Dakai looked at Xie Zhi.

After a while, Zhang Dakai asked, "Just for Yan Si?"

Xie Zhi's heart skipped a beat, then he slowly shook his head.

Xie Zhi: "For myself."

For myself, to be able to catch up to that star, not just look up on the ground.

Before coming to Zhang Dakai's place, Xie Zhi opened Weibo and clicked on his Christmas Eve Apple Weibo.

The comment is still there: [Hahahaha, it's great, although, there must be someone you like, right? 】

Xie Zhi looked at the tug-of-war between himself and this person on Christmas Eve, and finally replied to this person again.

Hold on to this, and reply: [Yes, it was given to me by someone I like. 】

The other side replied in seconds: [What did I say? 】

Followed by a comment: [Don't worry, according to my years of experience in reading articles such as fan Yuan Yan, he should like you too. 】

Is it possible for Yan Si to like herself?Xie Zhi squeezed the phone, staring at this sentence in a daze.

If Yan Si likes himself...

Thinking of this possibility, Xie Zhi felt that the sky that was still clouded just now was suddenly sunny, and a very beautiful little flower bloomed in his heart.

but.

Xie Zhi didn't expect too much.

Xie Zhi only hoped that if he could get closer to Yan Si, that would be fine.

I only hope that the story of myself and Yan Si does not end here.

If life really had a script, Xie Zhi thought, could I also write the script for Yan Si and I?

Xie Zhi didn't speak, but was in a daze while thinking about his own thoughts.

Zhang Dakai observed Xie Zhi's expression calmly, and from his expression, Zhang Dakai read a very difficult firmness.

Zhang Dakai turned his head, didn't look at Xie Zhi, picked up the glasses, put them on his face, then grabbed the red pen on the table, put the tip of the pen against the paper, and ticked it again - the question was obviously correct, but he Make a cross.

Zhang Dakai: "Don't tell me about it—let your parents come and talk to me about the transfer."

"Your parents come and talk to me."

When Xie Zhi heard this sentence, all the arguments he had prepared in his mind were blocked back—inviting the parents to talk about it was tantamount to saying that there was no need to talk about this matter.

How could Xie Zhi's parents let Xie Zhi go to the film school? !

Zhang Dakai also knew this, and hit the snake seven inches, directly hitting Xie Zhi's joints.

"Ms. Zhang..." Xie Zhi said unwillingly.

Zhang Dakai: "I said, please come and talk to me about the class transfer with your parents."

After Zhang Dakai finished speaking, he tightly closed his mouth, letting Xie Zhi have any reason, he would not move.

Xie Zhi really had no choice.

Xie Zhi stood for a while, but Zhang Dakai didn't pay any attention to him, Xie Zhi could only say softly, "Goodbye, teacher, I'm going to study by myself last night", and then quietly left Zhang Dakai's office.

The moment Xie Zhi pushed the door open, Shen Feiyu, Yu Ji, and Fan Ming, who were crowding at the door and winking just now, backed away abruptly, and then frantically ran away to the other end of the corridor in a swooping posture.

Yi Yu: "Wow."

Yi Yu happened to skip the corridor and found this group of people running over, glanced at Gu Yi beside him, and Gu Yi cooperatively took out his phone and took a picture.

Yi Yu took out a small notebook for recording discipline, and deducted a point from the page of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School.

"It's too cruel." Gu Yi put away the phone and gave Yi Yu a thumbs up.

"To each other." Yi Yu showed an unfathomable smile, and compared it to Gu Yi.

The student council couple who were in a mess turned their heads, and immediately saw Xie Zhi hanging his head in the empty corridor, wearing a thin suit jacket, walking alone.

The two exchanged glances, Yi Yu stepped forward and stopped Xie Zhi: "Hi."

"...?" Xie Zhi raised his head slowly, tiredness was written in his usually cold eyes, his eyelids were drooping, his eye sockets were a little red, and his nose was also red because of the cold or something.

Like a rabbit without a master.

"As I expected." Yi Yu laughed and said to Gu Yi, "Sure enough, I lost my mind."

Gu Yi said "I don't have much sympathy", he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, he picked up the mobile phone he had just taken a photo of the violation, "clicked" a picture, and looked down.

Gu Yi: "The expression is pretty good, I want to send it to Yan Si."

Xie Zhi suddenly raised his head, reached out to grab the phone, but felt it was impolite, so he took it back.

Xie Zhi: "Don't...don't send it to Yan Si."

Xie Zhizhi was anxious about the phone, but he didn't notice that the complex expressions on his face were all in Yi Yu's eyes.

Yi Yu: "Sure enough, I'm sad for Yan Si."

Xie Zhi was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood, he couldn't deny it, he could only nod his head: "...um."

Yi Yu thought for a while, and comforted him: "Actually, there are infinite possibilities in the future, not to mention, I think Yan Si...will come back to find you."

"I don't expect him to come back to me..." Xie Zhi said in a low voice.

"What?" Yi Yu didn't hear clearly.

"President." Xie Zhi suddenly raised his head and looked at Yi Yu seriously.

Yi Yu: "Huh?"

Xie Zhi: "I want to learn screenwriting."

"I want to learn screenwriting." Xie Zhi repeated, standing in this airy corridor, he decided to tell the whole story, "I have this talent, I can write good stories, I think... ...Can I be a screenwriter?"

"can."

Yi Yu didn't think about it.

"Is it because you are my friend and encourage me?" Xie Zhi was not sure.

Yi Yu: "90.00% five, not to encourage you."

After Yi Yu finished speaking, he took a look at Gu Yi, who tacitly took out a tablet and opened an excel sheet.

Table Title: "New Year's Day Program Satisfaction Survey Report"

The program with the highest satisfaction is "Tolerance" in Class [-] and [-]. This survey also divided the satisfied crowd into boys and girls. It can be seen with the naked eye that regardless of gender, votes for "Tolerance" are very high.

What is this indicating?

"High satisfaction means that everyone likes your screenwriter's stage play." Yi Yu said, "Of course, you will feel—maybe you don't like the stage play, but just like your cp."

Xie Zhi really had this idea.

Yi Yu: "But boys won't be so crazy about your CP, right? But in fact, even boys who don't chase CP think your stage play is very powerful."

Yi Yu: "Today your script can be liked by people in a school, and tomorrow it can be liked by people in a city, a country, and the entire planet."

Gu Yi closed the tablet, and Yi Yu said firmly, "So I say, you can."

Yi Yu's affirmation was not loud, but his own calmness added a lot of gentle force to the affirmation, making it convincing.

But Xie Zhi's eyes were still gloomy.

"Yi Yu said yes, so he can." Gu Yi said, "I haven't seen him make a mistake in judgment yet."

Xie Zhi: "Well, I know——I'm not questioning the president."

Gu Yi asked: "Then why are you still so sad?"

Xie Zhi: "..."

Yi Yu glanced at the office behind Xie Zhi, and keenly grasped something: "The class teacher disagrees with your transfer?"

Xie Zhi: "He said he would let my parents talk about it."

Yi Yu understood.

Transferring to Benz is a big matter, of course it needs to be discussed by the parents, but Xie Zhi's parents - who became famous at the cultural festival, everyone knows what his parents' attitude is.

Yi Yu curled up his index finger, pressed it against his chin, and said, "This is indeed a very troublesome matter."

Xie Zhi's gaze darkened again.

Yi Yu: "Then maybe, go to the principal."

The principal...is the most unique person in this school.

Although Qizhi High School is a private middle school, it is also a private middle school directly under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Education and within the top 3 in the area. So, how did a boy who likes to wear skirts become the principal here...

It is still an unsolved mystery.

High probability - there are people on it.

But from the headmaster's dress and behavior, it can be seen that the headmaster is really a person who emphasizes freedom and new style.

Xie Zhi walked to the door of the principal's office according to Yi Yu's method, raised his hand just as he was about to knock on the door, and put it down again.

Xie Zhi stood in front of the principal's office, as quiet as the entire empty hallway of the administration building.

Xie Zhi could hear the beating of his own heart.

No matter how free and fresh the headmaster is.

But he was always the head of the school.

I came here for such a small matter... Will I be scolded?Will it be said that I don't know what is good or bad.

Xie Zhi hesitated.

but……

It seems that apart from this method, Xie Zhi has no other way to go—do you place your hopes on your parents?That is really impossible.

Xie Zhi raised his hand again, this time, there was no hesitation in his eyes.

Knuckles tapped on the door panel, Xie Zhi's eyes were firm and clear, there were three knocks on the door, and then a gentle voice came from inside.

Principal: "Hi, please come in."

When Xie Zhi pushed open the door, the principal was sitting behind the desk by the window, with a dark red dress hanging down, a national style shawl around him, and long hair hanging down.

Holding a dozen documents, the principal looked gently at Xie Zhi who walked in: "It's you."

The principal put down the documents, walked to the reception area, and invited Xie Zhi to sit on the leather sofa.

Xie Zhi sat down according to the principal's arrangement. He saw the principal sitting opposite him, opened a teacup, filled it with water, and before he could speak, his heart was about to jump out.

But Xie Zhi still pretended to be calm, watched the principal pour the tea and handed it to him.

Xie Zhi quickly picked it up with both hands: "Thank you, principal."

The principal poured tea for himself: "You're welcome, then, let's get straight to the point?"

Xie Zhi tightened his fingers holding the teacup, some of the already full tea spilled out and poured on Xie Zhi's fingers, turning red a little.

Xie Zhi didn't seem to notice this, and just said: "Mr. Principal...it is very presumptuous to bother you like this."

The principal waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to greet him: "It's okay, as I said, my office is always open to students, and you can directly talk about your problems."

Xie Zhi squeezed the hot teacup, and after a while, he said, "Principal, I want to transfer class."

"Really?" The principal was not surprised, "Do you want to transfer to an art class?"

Xie Zhi: "...Yes."

The principal asked again: "Writing and directing major?"

The headmaster's understated style of conversation made Xie Zhi feel a little more relaxed. He shook his head and said, "I want to study drama creation."

Principal: "Do you have a target university?"

Xie Zhi: "Beijing Film Academy."

"Compared with the stage play script creation of Chinese opera, the creation of corresponding film scripts is closer to the film industry... and the entertainment industry."

The secret in Xie Zhi's heart seemed to be revealed by the principal in these few sentences.

Xie Zhi's heart tightened, but the principal didn't delve into it, he just said: "I don't object to us making a decision for any reason, because of anyone, but before making a decision, we have to think it over."

The principal looked at Xie Zhi gently: "So, have you considered that you will regret this situation?"

Xie Zhi thought about it, and finally nodded: "I have considered it."

Principal: "Please tell me."

Xie Zhi: "I use my spare time to write. Although it is a relatively narrow circle, I also have a huge fan base - I think I have this talent."

The headmaster didn't speak.

Xie Zhi: "I never thought that I could actually strive for a different life, but recently I discovered that I am only a sophomore in high school, and I have a lot of time. I can take detours and see if I can go where I want to go. .”

Is it really just for Yan Si to go to create and go to Beijing?

Or, Yan Si came, so he brought out what Xie Zhi really wanted to do.

Because I fell in love with that star, I can no longer accept that I am just muddling through this life casually.

Whether it's for people or for love, these two things are entangled, Xie Zhi can't figure it out.

No one can figure it out.

After listening to the principal, he was silent for a while, and asked again: "Have you talked to the class teacher?"

"I said it, but..."

"Mr. Zhang disagrees?"

Xie Zhi was silent for a long time, then nodded.

Xie Zhi: "Teacher Zhang said... Let Mom and Dad talk about it."

The principal couldn't help but smile - he obviously knew what kind of people Xie Zhi's parents were.

Xie Zhi looked at the principal's raised lips, and his heart dimmed.

In fact, there is little hope of taking the principal's line—the principal is even more afraid that the parents' opinions will make the school difficult to deal with. Can the principal help him transfer classes without asking what his parents mean?

The headmaster looked at Xie Zhi's eyes, and there seemed to be light flickering inside. He thought for a while, and put away his smile: "I heard from Zhou Ping that you wrote the script for New Year's Day?"

"I wrote it."

"Is there an electronic version of that script? Send me a copy, and I'll ask an old friend."

The script is Xie Zhi's treasure, and it is backed up by various software at any time, and it is immediately added to the principal's WeChat and passed to him.

The headmaster saw that the time was about the same, so he asked Xie Zhi to go back to his evening self-study first. When there was news, he would find someone to notify Xie Zhi to come over.

Xie Zhi left, the principal sat in the reception area for a while, and after drinking a cup of tea, he got up, walked to the desk, picked up his mobile phone, and made a call.

"Hi," said the principal, "busy?"

On the other end of the phone: "Hahaha, what a happy day when I'm not rushing to draft, I'm not busy, what's wrong?"

Principal: "If you're not busy, read a script for me—the one I sent you on WeChat just now, don't hang up the phone, and tell me how you feel after reading it."

The other end of the phone: "Damn it, you really don't want to go to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing - I am a gold medal screenwriter, and you just fuck me like this?"

Principal: "Don't talk nonsense, I will report to your brother later."

On the other end of the phone: "Don't, don't, sister-in-law, don't—I'll watch it right away, right away."

The other end of the phone went from laughing and cursing to whispering, and then the sound of the printer, the paper was stamped on the table, and the stapler rang.

The headmaster opened a file to be processed, and used the sound of pages being turned over there as the background sound.

The gold medal screenwriter reads the manuscript very quickly, and quickly finished reading the short script of "Intolerance".

Gold medal screenwriter: "The writing is pretty good—where did you get the book, so it meets the current market requirements."

The headmaster left the keyboard and moved his eyes to the phone: "Do you think the writing is good?"

Gold Medal Screenwriter: "It's really good—but it definitely doesn't meet the literary standard, it's just that the standard of a commercial drama is pretty good."

Gold medal screenwriter: "Who wrote this?"

Principal: "I am a student."

The gold medal screenwriter gasped: "That's really okay, how old are you? Have you taken a screenwriting training class? It's pretty good to write like this."

Principal: "The sophomore in high school is currently staying in the regular class—he came to me and said he wanted to transfer to the art class."

Gold medal screenwriter: "Hurry up!"

"Listen to me." The principal interrupted him gently, "Do you think it is very likely that this kid will be admitted to the top four if he transfers to the art class?"

"The Big Four doesn't mean that you can take the exam..." The gold medal screenwriter scratched his head with a pen, "I can only say that this script is quite talented, and it is so old-fashioned that I have never taken a class. Change shifts, don't delay others."

"Okay." The principal smiled, "I understand what you mean - next time I come to my house, I will treat you to dinner."

"Don't, don't, I don't want to see my brother, so please don't."

After finishing speaking, the gold medal screenwriter seemed to have been hit hard, and hung up the phone abruptly.

The principal looked at the hung up phone, thought for a while, and opened the chat box of the teacher in the art class of the third year of high school.

When Xie Zhi returned to the classroom, there were still 10 minutes before the evening self-study.

Although Xie Zhi was in a bad mood, he knew very well that no matter whether he wanted to transfer or not, if he wanted to take the Nortel drama exam, he needed a good grade above the first line.

It's not a school you can attend casually.

Xie Zhi took out an English book from the bookshelf, and when he turned to the vocabulary list, he found a bookmark there—it was one of the gifts that Yan Si brought back when he went to record "Star Restaurant".

There was also a small "9" written under the gift, which meant that Yan Si would be back in nine days.

But now...

Xie Zhi took a napkin, rubbed his eyes, pressed the bookmark with his left fingertips, and wrote on it with his right hand.

Xie Zhi writes carefully and earnestly, stroke by stroke.

It said: [Regardless of whether you can transfer to another class or not, you must take the Nortel exam and go to see you. 】

Just finished writing a bookmark, Xie Zhi pressed him on the next page of the unfinished words, just drew the phonetic symbols of two words on the draft book, Zhang Da opened the door and walked in.

Zhang Dakai's face was full of displeasure, as if he had been constipated for about ten days, and he had completely lost the joy he felt when he learned that the program team had finally left this morning.

The boy sitting in the first row was still eating the steamed stuffed bun. Seeing this, he quickly threw the stuffed stuffed bun and opened the language book.

Zhang Dakai didn't even look at him, he scanned around the classroom, ignored Xie Zhi, and shouted: "Xu Qiao, come and help me."

Xu Qiao was reading be value literature in the forum, when Li Yiyi, who was chatting next to her, bumped into her, she didn't realize it.

Xu Qiao jumped up and said, "Here!"

Zhang Dakai looked unhappy: "What are you doing? You haven't agreed for so long."

Xu Qiao: "I..."

Zhang Dakai: "Okay, let's not talk about this, come and help me count the table."

Xu Qiao was even more confused: "...Huh?"

Zhang Dakai: "What are you?"

Xu Qiao: "Should I count the tables? - Isn't it always..."

Xu Qiao didn't say who it was, she just shifted her gaze to Xie Zhi who was still bowing his head and reciting vocabulary words, Zhang Dakai followed her gaze for just a second, and then looked away.

"Look at what he's doing?" Zhang Dakai said with anger in his voice, "He shouldn't do these things, it's true that he should calm down for a while."

all the classmates:"!!!!!"

Who did Zhang Dakai say to calm down? ? ?Xie Zhi, Xie Zhi? ? ?

This is really rarer than a comet hitting the earth——Zhang Dakai was Xie Zhi's homeroom teacher in his first year of high school, and he had a very good relationship with him for many years. He has such a bad temper, but he has never been angry with Xie Zhi.

Before the Cultural Festival, there was so much deceit, and Zhang Dakai finally let it go.

And today, when Yan Si, who Zhang Dakai disliked the most, left today, Zhang Dakai actually got angry with Xie Zhi? ? ?

Xu Qiao followed Zhang Dakai away from the gossip center with a shocked face and dared not speak. As soon as they left, a group of people quickly surrounded... Shen Feiyu.

"Damn, what's the situation?" Classmate A gossiped, "The head teacher is so angry with the class leader??"

"That's right." Shen Feiyu genuinely sighed, "Why?"

"You don't know?!" Classmate B also said.

Yu Ji spread his hands: "I don't know, this is too strange, right?? Why are you so angry?"

"...I absolutely don't believe that you don't know." Classmate C said.

Fan Ming's face was full of innocence: "I really don't understand. By the way, didn't Yan Si leave today? The pig who gave Lao Zhang cabbage ran away. Why is Lao Zhang even more angry?"

"You are the pig, and your whole family is a pig." Li Yiyi immediately refuted Fan Ming.

Regardless of whether Fan Ming's family is a pig or not, he succeeded in shifting his gaze. In the end, everyone believed the class monitor and his roommates didn't know the situation. What happened to the monitor and Mr. Zhang turned into a complete Rashomon.

After the gossip crowd dispersed, Shen Feiyu seized the opportunity and opened WeChat.

Xie Zhi was reciting words, but he didn't look at his phone in his pants. He finished memorizing [-] words and was just about to switch to an ancient Chinese to read, when his phone vibrated in his pants.

Xie Zhi took out his mobile phone and looked at the caller ID on it - "Yan Si".

Xie Zhi quickly stood up, ran out of the classroom, and found a secluded corner.

Xie Zhi answered the phone: "...Hello?"

"I finally got the phone, huh." Yan Si's voice came from the other side, "Damn—why did the manager come?? Dog, didn't I ask you to pay attention to me???"

"It's fucking hard for me to protect myself, and you still—"

"Strict! Four!"

"Hey, monitor, my agent has arrested me. Hey, it's hard to explain. I may not even be able to use my phone today. Be good yourself."

Yan Si's words were also incomplete. As he spoke, his voice ran farther and farther away, until it finally disappeared.

There was a flurry of ringing on the other end of the phone, and then the phone was disconnected.

Xie Zhi stood in the corridor, clutching his phone, dumbfounded.

Then, a new WeChat notification flashed out.

Xie Zhi opened the WeChat notification and found that it was from a [602] group.

The group in their dormitory.

Shen Feiyu: [Squad leader, I'm sorry, we have actually heard about the shift you mentioned to Lao Zhang just now. 】

Yu Ji: [Yeah, yeah, hey, it's hard to say, I didn't eavesdrop on purpose. 】

Fan Ming: [We won't tell others casually, don't worry. 】

Shen Feiyu: [But no matter what you do, we will support you - good brother, a quilt! 】

Yu Ji: [You are afraid that you will be (silenced) by the Dark Shark. 】

Fan Ming: [Squad leader, I also support you, because we believe that you have the ability to live life as you want. 】

At this point, the information came to an abrupt end.

Xie Zhi's eyes were a little sour. He raised his eyes and looked at the night sky outside the corridor - the night sky in winter was very dark, but a cloud passed by, and the moon missing a corner was very bright, and its edge hung clearly in the sky.

The cold wind is not harsh, but fresh.

"Squad leader." Wang Jiquan walked towards Xie Zhi, walked to his side, and then whispered, "The principal is looking for you and asked you to go to his office after the second class."

After the second class was over, Xie Zhi pretended to go to the canteen, ran downstairs quickly, crossed a playground, and ran to the elevator in the administrative building.

Xie Zhi pressed down on the principal's floor, only then was he free to press his knees and gasp for breath.

More than a minute later, when he walked into the principal's office, he was still out of breath.

"Come here?" The principal raised his hand, signaling Xie Zhi to come to his desk, "Come here."

Xie Zhi hurried over.

The principal turned the screen sideways to face Xie Zhi, the screen was currently black.

Xie Zhi was puzzled: "Principal...?"

"I've already asked for you." The principal said, "Leaving aside the conclusion, let me ask you first, do you know the art test for screenwriters?"

Xie Zhi: "I read the information."

The principal nodded and turned on the computer screen. It was a ppt about the examination process of the Beijing Film Academy's Faculty of Arts.

Principal: "I won't talk about the provincial exam. For the school exam, the Faculty of Arts has to go through three interviews. It's not until the end of March and the beginning of April that you can confirm whether you have obtained the qualification certificate. In the end, your grades have to be listed. is that clear?"

Xie Zhi: "It's very clear."

Principal: "The amount of film reading and writing must reach a very high level. Is this also clear?"

Xie Zhi: "I know too."

Principal: "The first term of the second year of high school is almost over. Do you think you can succeed in such a short time?"

Xie Zhi shook his head: "I'm not sure."

Xie Zhi: "However, I want to try my best. If I can't succeed, I will repeat the study and do it again. I don't want my future self to regret it."

After Xie Zhi finished speaking, he stopped talking, and the principal didn't open his mouth either. The noise from the campus came from outside the window, and the wind blew in, carrying a burst of wintersweet fragrance.

It seems that there is not much difference from the September of the fragrance of golden osmanthus.

"I checked your file, you are almost an adult," the principal stated.

Xie Zhi: "Yes."

Principal: On the day you become an adult, come to my office and write your application for class transfer. "

Principal: "This is a coming-of-age gift from the principal."

Gregorian calendar, January [-]th.

Xie Zhi woke up very early today.

Two big things happened today.

First thing, he's full.

The second thing, according to the agreement, he is going to apply for a class transfer today.

The first thing Xie Zhi did when he woke up was to take out his phone and check the time. Before he could see the time clearly, the phone remembered the interface of an incoming call.

The phone vibrated in Xie Zhizhi's hand, and the name seemed even more inconceivable.

"Yan Si" called.

Xie Zhi quickly connected the phone.

"Squad leader, shh, don't talk, disturb your roommate's rest." Yan Si's voice came, "Knock your phone if you can hear it."

Xie Zhi quickly followed suit.

Hearing the voice, Yan Si smiled, seemed a little cold, and sucked his nose.

Yan Si said again: "Put on your clothes and go downstairs to the back door. I'll bring you a gift."

The author has something to say: Before Zhou Ping asked them to run, there was a foreshadowing.

Xie Zhi felt that he couldn't keep up with Yan Si's footsteps, but Yan Si turned around and pulled him back.

People who love you will never leave you alone.This path is also to be walked together.

The road to the art test begins!

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