Chapter 786: Chapter 352 Xu Qing Is Going to Beco a God!
There were only about forty or fifty ssages on the ssage board, and besides Zhang Yan, Tang Song also saw a few familiar nas.
They were mostly middle school classmates, and he couldn’t quite rember their faces anymore.
However, seeing so of the nas could still trigger a few mories.
He and Zhang Yan both went to middle school in the town, and they were desk mates from the first year.
He often shared comic books, MP3s, and snacks with her.
They were indeed quite good friends back then.
But just like most school-ti classmates, they slowly drifted apart and eventually lost touch.
Now seeing this middle school desk mate had been leaving ssages for him on QQ Space for all these years.
It was quite emotional for him.
He never expected there would be soone who had been keeping him in mind for so many years.
With a silent sigh, Tang Song put his phone aside and pulled out a cardboard box from under the table.
He took out a thick photo album from it.
It contained so photos he had collected from childhood to adulthood.
Most of them were from middle and high school.
Later on, everyone got their own phones, and you could easily take high-definition photos.
After searching for a mont, he found Zhang Yan’s photo.
Back then, he used his classmate Zhang Lei’s Nokia to take the photo, and it carried the unique atmosphere of that era.
Low resolution, diocre quality, lots of noise, narrow dynamic range.
Yet there was an inexplicable warmth to it.
In the photo, Zhang Yan had a standard student haircut, with short hair not reaching her shoulders.
Seeing the cara pointed at her, she straightened her body, cheeks flushed, eyes timid, yet her hand on the table secretly gestured a “yeah.”
So hazy mories from the past seed to flood back, leaving Tang Song in a daze.
Zhang Yan was actually quite pretty, just a bit clumsy, not good at studies, dressed poorly, and with her very quiet and reserved nature, she didn’t have many friends in class.
He wondered how she was doing now.
His knowledge of Zhang Yan stopped at the end of middle school exams, not knowing her phone number or what university she attended.
She was the kind of friend washed away by ti.
Shaking his head, Tang Song continued flipping through.
Soon, familiar faces appeared before him.
Like his middle school classmate, good friend Zhang Lei, who was considered the “wealthy kid” in the class back then, with a father in business.
He often borrowed Zhang Lei’s PSP to play “Monster Hunter,” “Naruto.”
During his school days, he didn’t really lack friends who he could talk to.
After all, back then, everyone was quite simple, without any complicated thoughts.
In that pure age, colorful personalities clashed and blended in school.
Solving problems together, playing gas together, talking about ani together.
And then after that.
From a third of the way into the album, it was almost entirely filled with Liu Qingning.
There were ID photos, selfie stickers, candid shots.
Pouting in anger, smiling like a flower, school uniforms, bikes, high ponytails…
From the start of high school to university, it covered Tang Song’s entire youth.
mories surged back like a tide, and the bits and pieces of the past appeared in his mind.
He and Liu Qingning knew each other from elentary school, though they weren’t very close at the ti.
Back then, Liu Qingning looked like a porcelain doll, adorable, and coincidentally, she was exceptionally good at studying.
Mind you, their village school’s resources were extrely scarce.
Yet even so, Liu Qingning had won awards in math competitions.
She wasn’t a “native” of the town.
Her family lived in a town community because her father worked at a mine there.
Later, due to her father’s job transfer, the family moved to the county town.
So, Liu Qingning attended middle school in the county town.
They reconnected at Jing County First High School.
High school mories stood out particularly vividly and clearly because of her presence.
After looking through the high school photos, Tang Song gently closed his eyes, feeling a pang of lancholy and loss.
Without realizing it, he was almost 26, and these were stories from ten years ago.
Sothing seed to co to mind as Tang Song opened the system interface and entered [Warehouse] to check the details of an item.
[mory Feather*1]: A splendid feather containing a peculiar mory dreamscape, automatically triggering when encountering a familiar scene and a change in ntality, helping you retrieve those mory fragnts hidden in dreams.
This return ho, he had one important goal, which was to attempt to trigger the [mory Feather] item.
In 2016, during the second half of his senior year.
By then, under the promise of his first love to “peak et,” he had started working hard.
Giving up other entertainnt activities.
Moving between the classroom, dormitory, and his old ho.
Without triggering anything in his own ho, he needed to go to Jing County First High School next.
The ga’s storyline started in 2016, and as the ga ca to reality, everything had turned real.
His first contact with Secretary Jin in reality was on April Fool’s Day 2016.
That “mory fragnt hidden in a dream” should contain the origin of this story.
He was filled with both anticipation and fear of the unknown.
Sitting in the chair, he spaced out for a long ti.
“Ding dong—” His phone screen lit up, snapping him out of his thoughts.
Tang Song exhaled and picked up his phone to take a look.
His application to join a group had been approved.
The group was nad [Qingqing Can’t Get Enough Fan Group], with only over 300 mbers.
It was past 9 PM now, and being the weekend, the group was quite lively.
The mbers were discussing plots here and there, and so were joking around with inappropriate comnts.
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