Before the night faded, Qu Rou had already opened her eyes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info she looked at the time on her phone, and it was actually 6 o'clock in the morning. She didn't feel sleepy in the slightest, so she simply got up early to wash, changed into sportswear, and prepared to go out for a morning run.

The thought of tonight's live broadcast made her mind feel like a mess. Qu Rou really doesn't know what capital she has to stand up and fight hard now. Every day, the abuse and insults she received on Weibo alone made her think of retiring more than once.

However, she was unwilling to admit defeat! Whenever she thought that there were Sun Xinmeng and Yue Qingqiao by her side, Qu Rou kept telling herself that no matter how hard and tired she was, she had to grit her teeth and persevere, as long as she survived this time, everything would be fine.

On the road in the early morning, the air was exceptionally fresh, and even the wind was a little cool, which made Qu Rou's mind much clearer.

She runs aimlessly on the side of the road, the occasional passing car whizzing past her, no one notices her, she is like an orphan abandoned by the whole world. Qu Rou's heart was full of sourness, and she couldn't help but think that during the time when she was most high-spirited, was Han Zhun as uncomfortable as she was at the moment? Thinking of this, Qu Rou couldn't help but stop and took out her mobile phone. On the mobile phone, Han Zhun's phone was rummaged out by her, she looked at the three words "Brother Han", but in the end she still didn't dial out. Qu Rou sighed softly, put the phone back on her sleeve, and continued her morning run. What's the use of talking about it now? Probably Han Zhun would only think that she was fake.

Qu Rou shook her head and reluctantly gave up the idea.

It's seven o'clock again. The street lights on the side of the road began to go out one by one as if they had been agreed. Qu Rou looked at the road ahead of her, and with every step she ran, it was dark in front of her. She ran slower and slower, and finally couldn't take it anymore, stopped on the side of the road, crouched down and cried loudly.

After this time, it will be fine, right? She comforted herself repeatedly.

Qu Rou held her mobile phone blankly, but there was no number that could be dialed.

Finally, the street lights on the entire road were extinguished.

The whole world was so completely dark at this moment, leaving no room for her.

Every Wednesday is the most tiring day of the week.

For some, however, today is an exception.

When Zhao Shuangwei finished counting the answers to the last question on scratch paper and copied it neatly onto the test paper, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She calmed down, suppressed her excitement for the time being, and began to carefully examine it from the beginning.

In less than ten minutes, she was done. Zhao Shuangwei, who was full of confidence, raised her hand and signaled to the teacher that she wanted to hand in the papers. Then, she packed up the stationery on the table and walked out of the classroom first. On her face, there was a deep smile that couldn't be stopped.

Walking out of the classroom, before she had taken two steps, she saw Yang Sang in the stairwell at the turn. Maybe it was because she had completed the final exam, she was relaxed and in a good mood at this moment, Zhao Shuangwei was not so disgusted with Yang Sang, but greeted him with a smile: "Hey, you also handed in the paper in advance?" ”

"Hmm. Liberal arts are meant to be a little faster. Yang Sang smiled slightly, and the two walked side by side towards the school gate.

"How did you do on the exam?" It was Zhao Shuangwei who asked this sentence.

Yang Sang still replied with a smile: "It's okay." What about you? Without waiting for Zhao Shuangwei to answer, he hurriedly replied: "Needless to say, it must be very good." ”

Zhao Shuangwei didn't say anything, just showed a smug smile as an answer.

For the first time, Yang Sang found that the road between the classroom and the school gate was only so short. I didn't walk a few steps before I arrived at the station at the entrance of the experimental school. Yang Sang was a little hesitant, and when he didn't know whether to send her home, he had already heard Zhao Shuangwei say lightly in his ear: "Bus No. 714 is here." I'll go first, bye-bye. ”

He was stunned, looked at her in a daze, and walked out of his sight step by step with brisk steps.

She used to be like this, step by step, out of his world.

Unlike Yang Sang, Zhao Shuangwei didn't think about it so much. In addition to the final exam that made her feel better, what made her look forward to it even more was Han Zhun's third live broadcast tonight. As soon as Zhao Shuangwei went home, she changed into pajamas and lay on the quilt for the first time. Today, she just wants to be lazy, she just wants to relax, she just wants to wait for Han Zhun quietly, look at Han Zhun, and everything else, she is not interested.

Finally, it was eight o'clock in the evening. Zhao Shuangwei opened the live broadcast room on time, and Han Zhun's face soon appeared on the screen.

"Hello everyone, I'm Han Zhun. I'm going to be canceling the game session for one hour of today's livestream, and I hope to save that time for fans who really like me and want to interact with me. Of course, as a player, I still want to strongly recommend this mobile game of Mirror Pavilion, I don't need to say how fun and popular it is, if you want to know, download it and play it! Han Zhun's face on the screen was still as handsome as ever.

After hearing him say that he didn't play games, the number of people watching the live broadcast room dropped significantly, and Zhao Shuangwei didn't care about it at all. It's best that all of them are not good-looking, and she is the only one left, so that she can interact with Han Zhun a lot. It's just that although this is within Han Zhun's expectations, the contrast is so big that it still makes him feel a little uncomfortable: Sure enough, everyone just wants to watch me play games, and they don't really like me as a person. Han Zhun couldn't help but feel a little lost.

Contrary to Han Zhun, Qu Rou's live broadcast room has been flooded with a large number of fans from the beginning. Her live broadcast room was swiped by all kinds of evil words, Qu Rou remembered Sun Xinmeng's arrangement, she didn't mention a word about Mo Binglun and star-making, just as if everything had never happened, chatting about other painless content as usual.

While speaking, Qu Rou received a bouquet of roses as a reward. She glanced at the screen, and the ID of the flower delivery was qmwqmwqmw, and said casually: "Thank you qmwqmwqmw for sending me roses." ”

Then, Qu Rou continued to talk about some skin care and maintenance matters, probably because the sunspots were tired of scolding, and her popularity in the live broadcast room was also declining significantly. It's just that id, who is still persistently brushing her with roses. For a moment, Qu Rou thought, could this be Yue Qingqiao? But as the amount of flowers sent became larger and larger, she vaguely felt that it was another person.

Qu Rou stared at the string of letter IDs, but couldn't think of the answer to the mystery.

Finally, a name struck her like lightning in her head, and it dawned on her, but she couldn't believe it.

qmwqmwqmw, in turn, is wmqwmqwmq, Wang Mingqiu, Wang Mingqiu, Wang Mingqiu!

It's him, Wang Mingqiu. (To be continued.) )