Ye Zechuan sat on the sofa with a bowl of porridge, and at the same time took the remote control and pressed the power switch of the TV.

Since the Malaysian Airlines crash seven years ago, he has developed the habit of watching the news anytime and anywhere.

In the international news, there are uniform reports about which country's leader met with the leader of that country and where, and on which campus another incident occurred in which a love rival was shot dead over a fight for his girlfriend.

He stirred the beef porridge in the bowl out of boredom. When his eyes fell on the photo frame beside the coffee table, he couldn't help but pause.

The photo was given to him by Dongdong seven years ago. In the photo, on the golden beach, Naohao is wearing a bright yellow swimsuit and a sunhat, standing there with bare feet, bending his big bright eyes at the camera, smiling.

The sun is shining brightly.

As he looked at it, he couldn't help but pick up the photo frame and gently caressed the pink and jade-like little face in the photo with his slender white fingers.

Bad bad... bad bad...

He silently recited her name in his heart, and he seemed to be able to hear in his ears the words she said to him when he saw her for the first time.

She blinked her big eyes that were more dazzling than the stars and innocently asked him if he was a magician.

Now, he has really become a very good magician and often appears in entertainment news and TV commercials. Did she see it?

When he agreed to shoot the commercial, he not only wanted to fill the gap in funding for the magic troupe, but he also had selfish motives.

I don't have time to go back and see bad things, so at least I want her to see me and let her know that I'm doing fine and don't have to worry.

As long as he remembers her, it's enough.

Ye Zechuan took a sip of the porridge. The beef was tender and the rice was fragrant. His porridge cooking skills were getting better and better.

I don’t know what kind of expression Nainai will have when she tastes it in the future. Compared with Uncle Yin’s cooking, whose porridge will she like more?

Ye Zechuan thought about it and couldn't help but curl his lips.

Bad bad, now that bad bad has grown up, he really wants to see her as soon as possible!

In City S, in the experimental class classroom of No. 1 Middle School, everyone is nervously filling out their college applications.

"Hai Hua, which university are you applying for? My mother wants me to go to Yale University. What about you, which school do you want to go to?" Bai Yuxi, wearing the uniform of No. 1 Middle School, has been Hua Hua's roommate since junior high school.

My friend, she was having trouble filling out the volunteer form at this time.

"Oh!" Ye Huairan replied absentmindedly while lying on the table, turning the pen in his hand.

"Let me ask you, which school do you want to apply for?" Bai Yuxi frowned slightly, feeling a little discouraged by her lazy attitude, "But with your grades, it doesn't matter which school you apply for!"

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"Yeah." Ye Huai still hummed weakly.

"Let me see which school you applied for." Bai Yuxi took out the application form from under her arm without hesitation. Looking at the results she filled out, she couldn't believe her eyes. "

Ye Huairan! You actually applied for S University?!"

Ye Huairan's grades in the entire senior year of No. 1 Middle School have never fallen out of the top ten. How could she choose to be her first choice in an ordinary second-rate university that is not ranked well in the country?

It’s really confusing!

At this time, Ye Huairan held his chin with one hand, sat upright, and kept turning the pen with his other hand: "What's wrong with S University? In our S city, it is already considered the best."
Chapter completed!