Has the senior apprentice brother run into trouble?
Yue Qingqing couldn’t think of any trouble that a star like Gong Qiming could have.
She wanted to ask more, but Gong Qiming didn’t tell all.
"It’s not a big deal, just that I have to record a program recently, and it might require you to leave the country."
As he was speaking, a mature and serious female voice came through, seemingly warning Gong Qiming that he had signed a secrecy agreement and wasn’t allowed to say too much.
Gong Qiming, who was afraid of neither heaven nor earth, took a deep breath, sounding a bit impatient and aggrieved, "I know, I haven’t said anything."
"It’s not yet confirmed that she can appear on camera, after all, she’s an ordinary person."
Gong Qiming retorted, "Then why don’t you find me someone suitable?"
The other party immediately shut up and stopped talking, and Gong Qiming then continued speaking into the phone.
"So I won’t say much nonsense, anyway, I’ll come to you when it’s time, Qingqing, focus on your college entrance exam for now!"
Not saying much nonsense?
Yue Qingqing never imagined that she would one day hear these words from Gong Qiming’s mouth.
She couldn’t help but laugh after hanging up the phone, finding it very novel.
After explaining everything to everyone, her phone rang again.
Seeing the familiar name, the girl’s eyes sparkled like a little deer’s, bright as a streak of splendor on the horizon, filled with stars and reflecting pure joy.
Jiang Jingze’s voice was familiar down to the marrow, but every time she heard it, her heart still fluttered.
Every time he uttered her name, it carried echoes of perseverance, making Yue Qingqing involuntarily curl her lips, feeling that these two characters had taken on a special meaning.
"Wait for you, in Beijing."
What Jiang Jingze missed the most were the days when the two were at Zhuancheng No. 1 Middle School.
Even though one was in the senior school and the other in the junior school.
Whenever he went to the class doorway during feeding time, he could see the girl’s pure, unguarded smile.
Warmer than the first ray of morning sunlight, countless times they condensed into the most beautiful memories in his dreams.
Jiang Jingze didn’t say "good luck," didn’t say "do well," nor did he say "keep calm."
But it was precisely the words "wait for you" that made Yue Qingqing’s ears feel warm.
As if he was certain she would be admitted to Minghua University.
It was like a long-awaited promise, just waiting for the moment to come true.
"Okay, wait for me." Yue Qingqing’s heart was at peace, no longer nervous in the slightest.
The two talked a lot, and in the end, as usual, they were reluctant to hang up even with burning ears.
It was as if just listening to each other’s breathing was like knocking over a jar of sugar.
Scattering colorful candies on the heart’s apex, leaving behind nothing but the cloying and irresistible sweetness.
Yue Qingqing lay in bed, unwittingly closing her eyes, picturing the image of Jiang Jingze.
So what exactly is love?
It can cause an overwhelming defeat for a moment, yet make one incredibly strong.
On the other side, Lu Zhu and Qu Ruorui had also returned; they had just gone to the supermarket and called home.
One could never discern much from Lu Zhu’s expression; she was incredibly calm.
Qu Ruorui was as calm as ever.
She still thought of herself as an ordinary person amongst the top students.
Having no great expectations, she was therefore not very nervous.
At this time, she was still thinking about where to go traveling with her mom after the exams.
The next morning, the dormitory supervisor teacher personally came to the senior floor to wake the students up.
To ensure all students got up and wouldn’t be late.
Yue Qingqing and Zhuang Lan were lucky to be assigned to the Lingguang No.1 Middle School for the exam; the test site was right in the school, allowing them to fight on home ground.
Zhuang Lan asked Yue Qingqing, "Nervous?"
"Not at all." Yue Qingqing asked him back, "What about you?"
Zhuang Lan’s eyes blazed with flames of battle, and for once, he smiled.
Like a Martial Artist who had trained in the bitter cold for years, just waiting for the moment to face everyone under the heavens.
Now that the opportunity had finally come, how could they be nervous?
Even the involuntary trembling and shivering were all born from the excitement of battle.
All for the moment when the sword is drawn from its sheath!