The dinner gathering dispersed.

Dong Qingfeng found a tea room on the second floor facing the street.

He played Go with Meng Zi Yun, sipping tea, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Dong Qingfeng reminisced about the lunch gathering; it was genuinely delightful. When it came to interacting with girls, no one could surpass him.

The only regret might be that Yang Sheng didn't come.

He glanced around with a sword drawn and felt lost, 'In this world, who can match me?'

"Dong Qingfeng, are you planning to sign up for the New Year's program? The initial selection should be soon," Meng Zi Yun asked, thinking Dong Qingfeng must be very competent.

Dong Qingfeng recalled last year's New Year party in the class, with all sorts of demons dancing around. After careful consideration, he said:

"Forget it, I'd better not embarrass myself."

Meng Zi Yun thought he was being modest, and said, "Not going? It's a school-wide event."

Dong Qingfeng wasn't not going; he was afraid he couldn't compete with the other classmates!

Jiang Ning's magic, Bai Yuxia's dance, Huang Zhongfei's solo, Wu Xiaoqi's original basketball dance, Wang Longlong's moonwalk…

Whom could he surpass?

Dong Qingfeng maintained a composed demeanor, radiating the dignity of an adult: "Let's give the opportunity to others."

Meng Zi Yun didn't participate in Class 8's New Year party and was unaware of the specifics. At the moment, she just felt that he was so competent yet so humble.

Unlike Cao Kun, who always tried his best to steal the spotlight.

Thus, her affection increased a bit more.

Meng Zi Yun genuinely believed that Dong Qingfeng, if not for being a bit of a playboy, was simply the perfect match!

Seeing the snack plate nearby almost empty, Dong Qingfeng added more snacks and poured Meng Zi Yun another cup of lightly fragrant tea.

Today, he exchanged 20 tickets, spending 2000 yuan!

This amount of money already made Dong Qingfeng feel the pressure.

However, he was spending his parents' money, so Dong Qingfeng felt okay.

Live life to the fullest, that's what Dong Qingfeng believed in.

The more they conversed, the more satisfied Meng Zi Yun felt with Dong Qingfeng; he was handsome, generous, enthusiastic, and most importantly, he understood her well.

Previously, when Meng Zi Yun interacted with Cao Kun and felt wronged, she would get angry and have Cao Kun guess why she was upset.

Cao Kun always guessed wrong.

Quite a deduction in points.

But when with Dong Qingfeng, she never got angry.

A man who truly loves you won't bear to make you angry.

Dong Qingfeng's actions confirmed the belief she adhered to, so she gave Dong Qingfeng two more points in her heart.

Dong Qingfeng placed a chess piece, as usual, glanced out the window.

Just that one glance made him feel as though struck by lightning.

He saw an antique boat gently gliding across a river that seemed to have been flowing for a thousand years, creating ripples.

On the boat, a picturesque scene unfolded, with ladies gracefully standing by the railing, sitting and playing the zither, or puffing their cheeks as they ate snacks...

Among them, a young man in white stood tall, his garment fluttering in the breeze, exuding an ethereal aura.

That was Jiang Ning and Yang Sheng, Xue Chuchu...

Until the lantern at the bow of the boat disappeared from view.

Until the words "Dong Qingfeng" rang out, and he came back to his senses, meeting Meng Zi Yun's gaze.

Meng Zi Yun noticed Dong Qingfeng's unusual behavior and turned to look out the window, only to see the bustling crowd on the Ancient Street.

Meng Zi Yun looked back at Dong Qingfeng, ready to engage in a deeper conversation.

Only by chatting deeply enough, finding a resonance that touches the soul, can the relationship between people truly elevate and become solid.

Meng Zi Yun elegantly pinched the teacup with two fingers.

She hesitated, "There are some things, I don't know if I should say."

Dong Qingfeng felt immensely saddened; no wonder Yang Sheng and Jiang Ning didn't attend his gathering, they were having a meal together!

Meng Zi Yun said, "I've always thought you were a very optimistic person, a natural optimist, an unrestrained Sagittarius."

"But just now, looking at the scene of the Ancient Street through the window, I felt that my thoughts might have been wrong; there was a lot of sadness in your eyes at that moment."

"Perhaps, you who are innately optimistic, once had a very sad period?"

The room was very quiet, Meng Zi Yun's tone was low, but within this tranquility, there was an irresistible allure.

Dong Qingfeng: "Yes, I am very sad."

Meng Zi Yun showed a knowing expression, imbued with a hint of heartache:

"Have you heard that story? A man went to see a doctor, saying he was very sad. The doctor told him, we have the funniest clown here, he should be able to cure your sadness."

Dong Qingfeng felt an indescribable heartache and said, "Doctor, I am that clown."

...

Night fell.

The underground Ancient Street established by Evergreen Liquid, supported by Jiang Ning's great formation, though underground, was more comfortable than being in an air-conditioned room.

So at around nine in the evening, the Ancient Street remained incredibly prosperous, and many tourists with entry tickets flocked there for a visit.

"It's time to go home!" Xue Yuantong held a candied hawthorn stick.

She had lunch on the boat, played dice at the bank in the afternoon, watched cricket fights, went to listen to theater troupes at dusk, and then had tea snacks in the evening, it was a perfect day.

Staying by Jiang Ning's side, Xue Yuantong had shed her former timidness and fear of the world when going out to the street; now, she was skipping and jumping.

The wide hem of her Hanfu swayed with her steps, creating an elegant and confident rhythm.

The paired buns on her hair looked like two small animals, leaping on her head.

"Jiang Ning, how are we getting home?" Xue Yuantong asked, as the Ancient Street was far from the river dam.

Chuchu, after lunch, rushed back to school; she was in the Qingbei Class of the Second Middle School, with a very tight academic schedule.

Jiang Ning: "No problem, I contacted the staff, and they lent us an electric vehicle."

Xue Yuantong: "That's so great?"

Jiang Ning: "We are the esteemed invitation users, after all."

Xue Yuantong pinched her Hanfu: "This outfit needs to be changed."

People wearing Hanfu in the ancient street are everywhere, but if Xue Yuantong wears it outside, it would draw too much attention; she would still feel embarrassed.

"Change at the Cloth Shop." She said.

Jiang Ning glanced down at her petite body and teased, "The warlord retires to farm."

Xue Yuantong immediately puffed up her chest and raised her head: "Clearly, it's Mulan returning home!"

Jiang Ning: "Impressive, impressive."

"Hehe." Xue Yuantong grabbed his clothes, swaying as she walked, her small smiling face dazzlingly sweet.

...

Twenty minutes later, Jiang Ning's electric vehicle arrived at the asphalt road by the river dam.

By December in Hui Province, the chill was already quite substantial.

When Xue Yuantong was in middle school, every winter after school, she would always hide behind her mother to resist the cold wind's attack.

Day after day, year after year.

Now she's in high school, only the person blocking the cold wind for her has changed to Jiang Ning.

Occasionally, Xue Yuantong wonders, if Jiang Ning hadn't come to the river dam to rent a house, how would she face this road?

As soon as she thought of this consequence, she quickly drove the chaotic thoughts far away from her mind!

'No way, he said he'd always be with me!'

Xue Yuantong pressed her body close to him, grinning happily.

She pressed close, her small face sticking tightly, with only one bright eye curiously observing the river dam.

In an unintended glance, she saw a seemingly suspended figure in white quietly standing by the river, back facing her, exceptionally bizarre.

Xue Yuantong's heart tightened suddenly, chilled to the core.

Her voice trembled: "Jiang Ning, Jiang Ning, quickly look at the riverside!"

"Hmm."

"Did you see it?" Xue Yuantong nervously asked, assuring it was definitely not an illusion, it was truly a white-clothed figure.

Her heart raced: "What is that?"

Jiang Ning calmly said: "Just a ghost, no need to mind it. Later, when we get home, are you still inviting Chuchu to play games?"

Xue Yuantong: "Huh?"

She was stunned: "But that's a ghost!"

Jiang Ning had already used Divine Sense to scan and knew it wasn't a ghost, just a lonely Fishing Man.

Jiang Ning: "Don't be afraid."

...

It's 9:30 PM.

The dismissal bell rang, belonging only to Fourth Middle School's first and second-year grades.

As for the third years, they still have an evening self-study session.

Dan Kaiquan got up and stretched a bit, sighing: "Thinking about the third years having an extra self-study session makes me feel a bit anxious, not sure if we can endure it when we get to third year."

Ma Shicheng: "Think positive, maybe when we're in third year, we'll still have three evening self-study sessions."

Dan Kaiquan chuckled twice.

Wang Longlong said: "Brother Quan, are you really not going?"

Today, Ma Shicheng considered his brothers and specially found several accounts to boost, allowing them to play games and earn some pocket money.

Dan Kaiquan shook his head: "If we're really short of people, one word from Brother Ma, and I'll surely help."

"As for making money, no need for now; staying up all night is too harmful." Dan Kaiquan insisted on exercising every day, not wanting to regress.

"No problem, we'll go together next time." Ma Shicheng expressed understanding.

He then looked at the other classmates.

Wang Longlong can only stay at the internet cafe for a while, then he has to go home to sleep, as his parents are still home.

As for Cui Yu, he's a man who can watch videos all night long, so staying up all night gaming is not an issue.

Meng Gui is just as capable.

Hu Jun plans to stay up all night and then use his weary look to garner sympathy from the young lady at the barber shop.

Miao Zhe originally planned to go too, but recently, he needs his beauty sleep.

The group gathered in a robust manner, drawing attention.

People like Chai Wei, Qiang Li, and Wang Yong from the front rows knew about their little clique in the back rows, each with different reactions upon seeing this.

Chai Wei thought they were trash; he could handle a group by himself.

Qiang Li now has a workout partner, Song Sheng, so he's not lonely.

Wang Yong didn't pay much attention as he's recently had some business with Li Shi, but she didn't show up at school, what's happening?

Once Ma Shicheng and the others were ready, they stepped onto the main path on campus.

Adolescent boys gathered together, courage multiplied instantly, and those girls they didn't dare to glance at before, they now dared to stare at persistently.

Cui Yu, without blinking, stared directly under the streetlamp at a girl with classic beauty.

She is Zhou Jinglan, a minor internet celebrity from Fourth Middle School on social media.

Meng Gui nudged him: "Yu Zi, stop staring, or she'll think you're a pervert."

Cui Yu: "Uh, but am I not a pervert?"

Wang Longlong: "Brother Gui, are you confused? Brother Yu was always a pervert!"

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