It was late at night, and Liao Jingchen reached out and touched the calendar on his desk. There was a dense schedule written on it. It was the same this month and the next month, with almost no obvious gaps.
Liao Jingchen turned over a few pages, and his fingertips paused on the day when the drama club's stage play was performed.
There is no time.
If he cannot perform on stage during his junior year, he may not have the chance to realize his ideal in the future.
The "training plan" drawn up by Liao Hongjing appeared in front of his eyes, and Liao Jingchen looked solemn.
He glanced at the calendar again and flipped it back to the current month.
A bright red circle surrounded the number 26, reminding Liao Jingchen that this was a very important day.
The school dance is a social scene that is full of youth and society at the same time. He does not want to stay in the comfortable comfort zone.
Liao Jingchen, who was widely popular in school, had a deep understanding of the feeling of being constantly talked to and invited to dance with. He rubbed his forehead and silently turned the desk calendar 180 degrees so that it faced away from him.
Wait, the 26th.
Liao Jingchen was startled.
"Rongrong"'s face filled with thoughtful thoughts blew through his mind like a breeze, and the rich fragrance of inspiration invaded his mind.
...could it be such a coincidence?
Liao Jingchen pulled back the calendar, and the bright red circle evoked more memories for him. On the 26th, the masquerade, Jiang Rong trying on a dress in the drama club, and Gan Xiaoyu casually calling her "Rong Rong" outside the warehouse that night.
Inspiration is like a match that lights a candle of surprise, and an outrageous idea surges up like smoke.
Jiang Rong's face and "Rong Rong"'s face flashed alternately. Apart from the homophony of their names and the time of the 26th, there seemed to be no connection at all.
Yeah? No?
The night engulfs Liao Jingchen's profile with his eyes lowered and meditating, and the scene softly transitions into Jiang Rong's blackout curtain.
She was lying on her side, with the inconspicuous gaming bracelet sitting quietly on her slender wrist.
The screen was cut in half diagonally. Liao Jingchen in front of the desk and Jiang Rong in bed closed their eyes and sighed at the same time.
A sleepless night.
…
Forty-eight hours passed in a flash, and on Friday, Gan Xiaoyu was so excited that she pulled Jiang Rong and talked about the dance again and again.
"What should I do if I still only know the simplest dance steps? Uh-huh, it would be embarrassing if I step on my partner's feet!"
Jiang Rong didn't show any impatience on his face and allowed Gan Xiaoyu to think casually.
"Shall I practice with you for a while after lunch?" she said casually.
Gan Xiaoyu suddenly became energetic: "Okay!"
Jiang Rong smiled helplessly and fondly. At this moment, she noticed something strange and subconsciously turned her head to look.
Liao Jingchen, who was outside the crowd of people, withdrew his gaze and continued his journey with a natural expression, as if nothing had happened.
"What's wrong?" Gan Xiaoyu asked.
"...It's okay." Jiang Rong shook his head, "I saw it wrong."
She didn't delve into it further and followed the flow of people to the cafeteria with Gan Xiaoyu.
【I’m so anxious! ! ! 】
[When can I lose my horse?]
[The name and game ID are so obvious, how is this different from taking off the vest and running naked (bushi) You two should recognize each other in the third dimension! 】
[No way, the personality contrast is too big]
[Beauty posts are great, I like to see them, please have some more]
[Classic banyan dance male step hhhhh]
[Liao Jingchen’s roundabout way of speaking makes me so tired. Are all the upper-class people in your society like this?]
[If you don’t understand, just ask, why can’t you explain it clearly? Communication between parents and children is very important, and Liao Jingchen has already discovered what happened behind Liao Hongjing. If it were me, I would have had a huge quarrel. Is it difficult to show my dissatisfaction? 】
[Don’t say it so frivolously. I think Liao Jingchen is a bit like being PUA. Many times, parents love you but want to punish you in the name of love. It’s very difficult. Once you have the idea of resistance, you will first be very angry. Feeling guilty, feeling like I’m ignorant or something. . . 】
[Going back to what I said before, Liao Jingchen mentioned that he wanted to take the art exam and act before going to college, but he was rejected outright, so now he wants to win in a tactful way (although I also think that the chance of winning is not high)]
[It’s a bit boring...Is there so little online gaming in this episode? 】
[I haven’t read the original blind guess plot: Jiang Rong was bullied in real life and her skirt was ruined. She logged into the game sadly to find comfort, and then “Jingchen” gave her the beautiful equipment she wanted]
[Hahahahahahahahaha, you know the plot of spreading sugar]
[Good routine, it’s a classic within a classic, but okay, I’m a country dog and I love watching it]
The ladies chatted in the live broadcast room one after another. The plot of the fourth episode developed steadily. On one side, Liao Jingchen finally faced his heart and changed from passively accepting the arrangement to tentatively bargaining with Liao Hongjing. On the other side, Jiang Rong and Gan Xiaoyu Practicing dance steps, Wan Ning waits for the opportunity to move.
Finally, the sun set and the moon rose, and evening came. Jiang Rong and Gan Xiaoyu lined up in the queue of chattering students, waiting in groups of two to go in and change into the evening gowns provided free of charge by the drama club.
The auditorium not far away was even busier. Volunteers were coming and going, checking the decoration and layout under the command of seniors. From time to time, they moved tables and chairs, or added wall decorations.
Liao Jingchen was not among them. He followed Principal Wu and chatted enthusiastically with other successful people in suits and ties.
"What a young talent!" A middle-aged boss wearing a spotted tie exclaimed, "How old is Jingchen?"
"You are ridiculous." Liao Jingchen replied with a smile, "I am twenty years old this year."
"Hiss, you are so young!"
"When I was twenty years old, I was still moving bricks on a construction site."
“The juniors now are really amazing.”
The polite words without any nourishment entered Liao Jingchen's ears one after another. He smiled and nodded, trying his best to cater to them and showing proper self-respect and humility.
"Twenty years old, in the prime of life, not bad, not bad."
Amid the noisy compliments, the boss who asked Liao Jingchen's age touched his chin thoughtfully, "I have a daughter at home who just celebrated her birthday and is 21 this year. It's a pity that this girl has been spoiled by me and has such an irritable personality. Very, not stable at all, far worse than you."
These words were clearly derogatory and were wrong no matter how you responded to them. Liao Jingchen just smiled and repeated: "You are ridiculously complimenting me."
"Hey, speaking of which, she is also at Jingyue University today." The boss said with a smile, "I am used to staying abroad all year round. She said she has never seen what a party in a domestic university is like, so she insists on coming here. I don't know at this time. Where have you gone?"
"Guide guides or signboards have been arranged on every branch of the school tonight. My daughter has rich experience in overseas life, so I don't think she will get lost." Liao Jingchen spoke in a decent manner.
The boss said "hmm" and nodded, looking at him with an increasingly satisfied look.
Liao Jingchen kept the corners of his mouth curved, pretending not to notice his eyes picking out his son-in-law.
The in-law crisis, which was more disgusting than the social hell, suddenly appeared. Liao Jingchen sneered in his heart. He suddenly thought of Qi Wan with some malice. The guy's family background was similar to his, but at least he still had freedom in falling in love.
The hands on the watch were ticking, and Liao Jingchen was getting tired.
"Why, there won't be this child at the next dinner party?" a boss asked.
"Hey, of course young people have their own parties, so what's the point of getting together with older people like us." Another person joked.
"Hahahaha, that's the truth."
As he sang, Liao Jingchen was able to escape from this group of successful people. He still maintained a polite smile as usual on his face, but only he knew that he was now like a battery that was on the verge of running out of power. The more he smiled, the more his soul The more lifeless it becomes.
"Liao Shen!"
A familiar voice sounded from behind, and Qi Wan put his arm around Liao Jingchen's shoulders carelessly, "I see you're busy, do you want me to tell you two jokes from the script to cheer you up?"
Liao Jingchen smiled and said nothing. After a while, he said, "How's the drama club going? Are you busy tonight?"
"Oh~ Dear God Liao, you love me so much, your care is like the fire of winter——"
Qi Wan, the president of the Drama Club, made an exaggerated gesture of raising his hands to sing, and then said, "Don't worry, I will make sure that all of your followers are decent and beautiful, and they will never bring shame to the school. "
Liao Jingchen glanced at him.
Qi Wan looked back with a smile, and patted his shoulder with the hand holding Liao Jingchen.
"Stop it buddy, be happy, you still have things to do."
He winked at him, "I know you don't like it, but people like us can't live without this thing in our lives, so we might as well try to enjoy it, what do you think?"
Liao Jingchen still smiled.
"Yes." He responded softly, and quietly took out a bracelet from the cuff of his suit.
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