Teacher Wu on the podium drew several geometric diagrams on the blackboard with chalk, chattering endlessly emphasizing the importance of these knowledge points in the college entrance examination. Shi Xiaoyue supported her face with one hand, squinted her eyes through the fortress of various books on the table, and fell asleep.

Suddenly, a hurried bell rang for the end of class, and Shi Xiaoyue trembled violently. She raised her head and saw the bright red word "145" in the upper left corner of the blackboard reminding every student in the classroom that they were getting closer and closer to the day of the college entrance examination.

Shi Xiaoyue rubbed her temples and sobered herself up. She set aside the math papers, took a book out of her bag, and took out the bookmark to read it again.

"Xiaoyue, this is not the romance novel "Fated to Love You" recommended by Qiu Ming, oh my God, you don't want to die. If Mr. Wu sees it, he will have to tear you apart. ”

"It's called a combination of work and rest, okay, and the brain needs to be relaxed." Xiaoyue glanced at Fan Yuqi, who was at the same table.

"I really convinced you, and I insisted on listening to Qiu Ming's radio every day for three years. By the way, gossip with you, he seems to be an ugly man, I searched all the news about him on the Internet, and I couldn't find a photo. After Fan Yuqi finished speaking, she almost burst out laughing.

"Whoever is like you likes small fresh meat. I'm a voice controller, even if it's an ugly man, as long as I hear his magnetic voice, I have a feeling that a girl's heart is captured. ”

"The Tao is different, not conspiratory!" Fan Yuqi took out a collection of comprehensive test papers from her schoolbag and began to review it again with high morale.

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Late at night, Shi Xiaoyue stayed in front of the radio as usual and began to listen to the radio, which had become her unstoppable habit. A week ago, she suddenly had an idea, she wanted to take the road of art and take the major in broadcasting and hosting. She instinctively thought that maybe this was the only way to intersect with Qiu Ming's life in the future.

However, her decision was strongly opposed by her parents, and the contradictions between the two sides were on the verge of breaking out. Time has passed unconsciously, and Shi Xiaoyue locks herself in her room every night, not thinking about tea and dinner.

At this moment, Xiaoyue's mother Liu Yuwen is eavesdropping outside the door, and since the last time her daughter told her that she wanted to learn art because of the anchor Qiu Ming, she has been suppressing the anger in her heart. After so many days of cold war, when she found out that Xiaoyue was still obsessed with Qiu Ming, she could no longer control herself.

"Xiaoyue, you come out for me! Hear no! Liu Yuwen is almost a little crazy, which is the so-called deep responsibility of love.

Her mother, Liu Yuwen, knocked on the door outside for a while, and she couldn't care about the silence outside. Suddenly, the door opened. "I don't care, I just want to learn the broadcasting and hosting profession. What's wrong with someone I like in my heart, and I haven't done anything deviant. Why do I have to follow your life trajectory according to your arrangement? Xiaoyue, who is usually obedient and sensible, did not show weakness, she insisted on her decision.

Liu Yuwen was angry and said cruel words: "If you want to be so ignorant again, I will treat you as if you are not a daughter, you will get out of this house for me!" And Xiaoyue didn't know where the courage came from, so she slammed the door and left.

After staggering for half an hour, I unconsciously came to a large shopping mall in the city, and Qiu Ming's magnetic voice came from the radio.

"Dear listeners, welcome back after a short song. Actually, there is a secret that I haven't said in my heart today, and that is that this may be my last show in this city. After that, I'm going to leave for a while and go to Beijing to work hard. ”

"Qiu Ming is leaving? Why is there no sign at all? Xiaoyue inexplicably felt a sense of loss.

Looking at the unfamiliar faces around her, she began to regret her impulsive behavior of slamming the door and leaving, after all, her parents loved her.

Xiaoyue stretched her sad face and went home the same way. As soon as I entered the door, my eyes fell on my haggard mother. Liu Yuwen lightly hit Xiaoyue a few times. "I have also discussed it with your father at home, and agreed to let you take the art exam, so as not to complain about us in the future."