As he scrolled down, a freshly posted Weibo post caught his eye:
[When is Ji Shen going to post on Weibo again? It’s been a week since he disappeared, is he busy with training?]
Scrolling further down, everything was a series of forwards about the competition, the vast majority of them related to UT Jing Jing.
Then, Ji Ruofeng saw a striking photo.
It was of a girl with eye-catching orange hair, wearing a black mask that only revealed her beautiful eyes, and the photo angle was quite cool.
The caption read: [Got the sa mask as Ji Shen.]
Although her face wasn’t clear, the mont he saw the photo, Ji Ruofeng’s hair stood on end like a startled cat, tensing his nerves.
This...
Isn’t this Song Shijia?
How... where did she get that mask from?
He stared at the photo for a while, then hastily locked his phone as if electrocuted.
He looked at the darkened screen.
His face was full of panic and helplessness, and after who knows how long, his ears hidden under his hair began to quietly turn red.
He unlocked his phone again, re-read Song Shijia’s Weibo and the phrase she had in her bio.
Imdiately, even his neck turned red.
.
Unaware of all this, Song Shijia beca busy over the next few days, to the point she didn’t even have ti to check Weibo.
Because Yun Qiluo had beco obsessed with live-stread studying, giving her a keen sense of crisis.
She felt if she didn’t work harder, she’d really fall behind and beco irrelevant!
So she decided to pick up studying, a crucial life skill.
Yet she had neglected her studies for so long, she hadn’t taken two serious classes since getting into university.
Now, whenever she attended a class, despite her efforts to listen attentively, she would imdiately feel sleepy as soon as the professor started talking, unable to stay focused.
After class, Yun Qiluo would look at her with a bizarre and exaggerated expression.
Making her feel so uneasy.
The young girl shook her head and sighed deeply: "Shijia, you’ve changed, you don’t even play on your phone anymore."
The tone implied she was terminally ill and beyond help.
Song Shijia: "..."
Struggling under the blow from the household genius, she felt her days were becoming increasingly difficult.
If she relied solely on herself, who knew when this dark period would end?
She had always thought she’d only fallen a little behind in her coursework and could catch up later.
So she procrastinated, from one week at the start of the school year, to a month, then two months.
By the ti she ca to her senses and really wanted to study, she found she was far behind the progress.
Let alone passing any band four or six English exams, or writing essays, Song Shijia was basically bewildered.
Finally, after much consideration, she turned to Yun Qiluo:
"Luo Luo, why don’t you spare so ti... to tutor ?"
Yun Qiluo’s eyes lit up imdiately: "Sure, they say tutoring can be quite profitable!"
Song Shijia: "..."
Where is your humanity? What about the trust between people? The mutual help and camaraderie among classmates?
Yun Qiluo, do you still have a conscience?!
I treat you as a friend, yet you want to charge for tutoring!
Finally, with tears in her eyes, Song Shijia promised to cover her daily lunch and bubble tea costs.
Only then did Yun Qiluo happily agree to teach her.
Watching the delighted young girl, as if she had earned millions, Song Shijia couldn’t help but feel complex inside.
Sotis she hated herself for being so gullible.
But at other tis... she was grateful for her gullibility.
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