After taking a shower, Sang Zhi sat back in his seat and fiddled with the camera for a while. She passed the photo Duan Jiaxu to the computer and created a new favorites and put it in.

I put the photo I took when I went back to Duan Jiaxu's house.

She thought about it, logged in to QQ using a computer, and found the photos she had previously taken secretly from a private photo album in the space.

The three photos have different tones and pixels.

Putting it together like this makes the sense of time obviously and distinct.

Sang Zhi stared at it for a while, and suddenly remembered the stage of his senior year.

During that time, her condition became inexplicably worse. She had always done well in physics and often made some careless mistakes. Her overall score dropped sharply and her ranking in the grade continued to fall.

On the day I received the adult gift from Duan Jiaxu, Nanwu City's first-size results also came out.

It was the worst time she had in her entire senior high school entrance exam.

Therefore, after the self-study that day was over.

She was called by the teacher to talk.

The head teacher noticed the previous incident between her and the sports student in the next class. So as soon as her grades dropped, she felt that she was in love, which affected her grades.

When communicating with her, she was extremely merciless in speaking.

After listening to her lesson silently, Sang Zhi just repeated the sentence "I'm not in love", and then returned to class and took the schoolbag to the bus home.

In short, I only have half a day off for a week in my senior year.

After school is over on Saturday afternoon, I have to come back the next day to continue my evening self-study. However, most students are from home at noon and arrive at school in the afternoon.

The day she went home happened to be her birthday.

Li Ping and Sang Rong were cooking in the kitchen.

Perhaps it was because of her birthday that Sang Yan was at home for the first time and was sitting on the sofa watching TV. Seeing that she was back, she just raised her chin and said in a low voice: "Duan Jiaxu sent you a courier and put it in your room."

Sang Zhi nodded and returned to the room in silence.

She closed the door, put her bulky schoolbag on the table, looked down at the sender on the express box. Then, she slowly opened the box.

I saw a set of cosmetics inside, and a greeting card was included.

Sang Zhi opened the greeting card.

The man's handwriting is elegant and neat, with only one line of words written.

——I wish Xiao Sangzhi a happy adulthood.

This seems to be what she had been looking forward to a long time ago.

All emotions surged.

The pressure brought by senior high school, the teacher’s indecisive accusations, and the uncontrollable sense of grievance.

Sang Zhi stared at this sentence, his eyes gradually turned red. After a while, he couldn't help but let out a choking sound in his throat, accompanied by tears that kept hitting downwards.

It feels extremely difficult.

She didn't dare to let anyone hear it, squatted on the ground, endured the crying with all her strength, her whole body trembled, and then began to burp.

It seems like I'm going to breathe.

In that moment.

Sang Zhi truly realized what it was like to feel when he really grew up.

I no longer dare to cry out loud and regard the telling as a shameful thing;

I am no longer afraid to regard willfulness as a common occurrence and clearly understand what should be done and what should not be done;

It is because I dare not dream of being wild, and I dare not regard fairy tales as life, so that my life becomes regular and simplistic.

It's something that is not worth looking forward to at all.

...

The phone rang, interrupting Sang Zhi's thoughts. She came to her senses, blinked her eyes hard, reached out to pick up the phone, and took a look.

——The suitor sent a message.

Sang Zhi clicked and saw.

Pursuer: [Are you free tomorrow?]

Sang Zhi thought for a while: [No.]

Pursuer: [What about the day after tomorrow?]

Sang Zhi:【Not either.】

Pursuer: [The Great Apprentice?]

Sang Zhi:【No.】

Suitor: [Not at night?]

Seeing this, Sang Zhi flipped through the class schedule and replied: [There is no class on Wednesday night.]

Pursuer: [What a coincidence.]

Pursuer: [I have time too.]

Sang Zhi: [But I want to do my homework.]

Suspect: [I'll accompany you?]

Sang Zhi bent the corner of his lips and slapped it "okay", and quickly deleted it again, and changed it to "Let's talk about it" very reservedly. She put down her phone, went to the bathroom to wash, and then went back to bed.

It was already time to turn off the lights, and the rest of the dormitory had already gone to bed.

Only the phone is left with light.

She chatted with Duan Jiaxu and fell asleep unknowingly. Perhaps she had never received her reply, but after a long time, the screen lit up again.

Suitor: [Good night.]

The time displayed on the mobile phone has crossed twelve o'clock and a new day has ushered in.

Sang Zhi bid farewell to her eighteen years old.

On the day she was nineteen, she regained her dream when she was thirteen.

But it's different from last time.

That time was hopeless.

This time, it will definitely be possible.

The next day, after the morning class ended.

Sang Zhi and his roommates went to the canteen to have dinner together, and they heard a conversation about something: "I saw that the school was going to hold the fifth Digital Media Art Competition recently. Do you want to participate?"

Wang Ruolan: "Do you have to form a team?"

Ning Wei: "Well, there are no more than 6 people in a group."

Yu Xin: "Can other departments participate?"

Ning Wei: "Yes, this is for the whole school."

Wang Ruolan: "Do you want to participate?"

Yu Xin was not very interested: "Forget it, I'm too lazy."

"Let me see," Sang Zhi took out his mobile phone, opened the class group and took a look. "The categories of works participating are: animation short films, micro-films, game design, interactive design..."

Ning Wei: "The animation short film seems to be pretty good. What is the theme?"

"There are several commemorating the 100th anniversary of the founding of Yihe University, promoting and Yihe folk culture." Sang Zhi flipped over and glanced at him, "The game design does not need to be in line with this theme."

Wang Ruolan: "But for game design, do you have to find a team from the software department?"

Ning Wei: "No need, you can ask the teacher first."

Wang Ruolan: "How do you participate?"

Sang Zhi: "We have to find a instructor first, then form a team and register."

Yu Xin: "You all want to participate?"

Wang Ruolan: "I'll just ask, I'm too lazy."

A few people talked about this matter a few more times, and soon the topic naturally went to other places.

Sang Zhi was in the attitude of participating in the competition. He happened to hear that Liang Jun, a senior in the department, was planning to participate, so she told him that the two formed a team.

In addition, Ning Wei, Liang Jun’s classmate, and a girl in the class.

There were five people in the group.

To accommodate everyone, Liang Jun set a Wednesday night for the five of them to have dinner together and discuss the work. So, I had a good time with Duan Jiaxu before, so I was soaked in this way.

Knowing that she had her own affairs, Duan Jiaxu didn't say much, and just made an appointment with her for another weekend.
To be continued...