The neighborhood where Shen You’an lives is only 4.5 kiloters from De Ren Middle School. If she walks, she has to navigate a maze-like overpass, but taking the subway is just two stops—less than ten minutes.
After school, she headed to the subway station again. She quite liked the bustling, vibrant atmosphere of the crowd.
Today, school let out early, and she was lucky enough to find an empty seat in the carriage.
Just as Shen You’an sat down, a girl sat next to her, smiling brightly as she greeted her.
"Hi!"
Shen You’an recognized her—it was the girl who had taken photos of her on the subway yesterday.
Shen You’an removed her headphones. "What’s up?"
The girl seed very excited. "Are you a student in the Young Talent Class at De Ren Middle School?"
Shen You’an raised an eyebrow and glanced at the emblem on the girl’s school uniform. Jingzhou First Experintal Middle School—a good school, although not as prestigious as De Ren. That school was right next to De Ren Middle School.
"My na is Ye Lianfang. I’m a student at the Experintal Middle School next door."
The high school entrance exams were approaching, and since the Spring Festival had just ended, ninth graders like them had returned to school on the ninth day of the lunar new year.
Yesterday, after secretly taking a photo of a girl on the subway who looked like Qiao Wan and posting it on Weibo, she’d been fiercely scolded by Qiao Wan’s fans. She couldn’t swallow her anger and was determined to find that girl to prove her "innocence."
When she got ho, the more she thought about it, the more it didn’t add up. That girl had boarded the subway at the De Ren Middle School stop and clearly looked like a high school student. So she asked an older sister from her neighbor’s family, who happened to attend De Ren Middle School.
From the neighbor’s sister, she learned that De Ren’s twelfth graders also returned to school on the ninth, but they attended the old campus in the city center. This neighborhood was part of a newly developed area where the experintal campus of De Ren Middle School was located.
The neighbor’s sister, after hearing her story, said, "It must be the Young Talent Class."
"The Young Talent Class?"
The neighbor’s sister then explained what the Young Talent Class was—a newly launched experintal program by De Ren for geniuses, consisting of only twenty students. These students were gold dal winners selected from the previous year’s CMO competition, making the program extrely prestigious. It was no exaggeration to say these twenty students were the top talents selected from across the country.
Like the twelfth graders, the Young Talent Class started school on the ninth at De Ren’s experintal campus, while De Ren’s tenth and eleventh graders wouldn’t start until after the Lantern Festival.
"Fangfang, you know there are only five girls in the Young Talent Class, right? Are you sure you haven’t made a mistake? She might just be a regular passenger boarding at the De Ren stop," the neighbor’s sister doubted her assumption about the girl’s identity.
"I have a gut feeling that she could be one of those students in the Young Talent Class."
So, the next day, Ye Lianfang took the sa subway line at the sa ti, and sure enough, she ran into that girl again.
The girl in front of her was still dressed in the sa low-key outfit from the day before. But now that she was closer, she noticed the eyes beneath the brim of the hat. Though partially obscured by glasses, that fleeting mont of allure was unforgettable.
"Miss, I... I don’t know how to say this."
Shen You’an glanced at her watch. "You have five minutes."
In five minutes, she would reach her stop.
Ye Lianfang bit her lip and spoke quickly, "Miss, I need to apologize to you. Yesterday, when I saw you on the subway, I mistook you for Qiao Wan and took your picture without your permission. Then I posted it on Weibo. I didn’t expect my impulsive act to cause trouble—Qiao Wan’s fans mistook for you and accused of clinging to her for attention. They’ve been leaving really nasty comnts and are still DMing insults."
Ye Lianfang showed Shen You’an her Weibo account. She was rather stubborn—despite receiving over ten thousand abusive comnts, she still hadn’t taken down the post.
Shen You’an took a quick look and said coolly, "So?"
"So, Miss, I was wrong, but I can’t stand those brainless fans hurling insults at you. You’ve done nothing wrong; it’s their fault for being too aggressive."
"Since you’re calling them brainless fans, why are you bothering to argue with them?"
The girl’s calm tone soothed Ye Lianfang’s irritable mood, which had persisted all day.
"Miss, you’re right, but I just can’t swallow this anger."
The little girl puffed her cheeks in frustration, which made her look quite adorable.
Shen You’an smirked. "Then what do you want to do?"
Ye Lianfang asked cautiously, "Miss, can I... can I take a picture with you? I want to post it on Weibo to shut those brainless fans up. You’re much prettier than Qiao Wan. Let’s see if they still have the gall to insult you after that."
Shen You’an chuckled lightly. "Are you sure?"
Clearly just a young girl—her face gave away every thought.
"Of course! Miss, if you’re unwilling, just pretend I never said anything. It’s all my fault for causing you trouble in the first place."
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