Yan Xuexiao......

Shen Chi stared at the screen for a while and remembered that it was the virtual girlfriend he bought during the day.

He has no intention of talking now. If he had a computer at hand, he would turn it on and play the game, but there was nothing in the room.

He turned off his cell phone.

The young man closed his eyes indifferently, as if thinking of something, he suddenly opened his eyes and struggled to sit up from the bed.

I spent five hundred yuan, so I can't waste it.

He tried to send a sentence.

[Asia’s No. 1 Gunslinger] Hello

After a while, he received a reply.

【Yan Xuexiao】Hello

There was a long silence.

Shen Chi has never placed an order with a virtual girlfriend, and he can keenly feel that the person on the other side is not very proficient in business, which is completely different from the gold medal girlfriend mentioned by the customer service.

He raised his eyebrows.

[Asia’s No. 1 Gunslinger] Is it so easy to make money now?

When he finished typing the words and was about to press send, he remembered that the person opposite was a girl, so he silently deleted it and sent another sentence.

[Asia’s No. 1 Gunslinger] Is this your first time doing this?

Princeton's library is dominated by the Flintstone Library, which has a collection of more than six million books. Among them, the Forrestal Library is not open to the public, and an application form needs to be filled out one to two working days in advance.

The young man stood in front of the library, took the German copy of "Philosophical Hermeneutics" from the staff, and politely said thank you.

When he walked out of the library, he was stopped by someone: "Yan, there are no classes tomorrow. Do you want to go to the eating club?"

"No."

"Are all you Chinese people working so hard?" The white boy's eyes fell on the original book in his hand and asked again, "There are also girls from the School of Architecture here. I promise they won't drink it."

"have fun."

The young man smiled gently, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes. His originally very distant appearance made him look even more distant.

"All right."

The man left with a regretful tone.

Yan Xuexiao walked towards the accommodation area with her book in hand, and a message appeared on the screen of her mobile phone.

[Asia’s No. 1 Gunslinger] Is this your first time doing this?

Blind date?

He lowered his eyes as he read the text sent.

【Yan Xuexiao】This is the first time

When Shen Chi received the reply, he thought to himself that this was indeed his first time as a virtual girlfriend. Under normal circumstances, he would definitely ask customer service for a refund without hesitation.

But the young man in the darkness was staring at the glowing screen, wanting to say something. His red hair hanging down slightly covered his eyes.

He typed slowly.

[Asia’s No. 1 Gunslinger] It’s also my first time

First time ordering a virtual girlfriend.

Even if he didn't receive a reply, he didn't bother to care about the other party's lack of proficiency and continued typing as if talking to himself.

[Asia’s No. 1 Gunslinger] I don’t know why I can’t sleep. I’m very awake in bed, and memorizing English words is useless.

At this time, Yan Xuexiao walked into the dormitory. The young man sat at the desk and put on a pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses, which reflected his cold white complexion and made his temperament even colder.

He glanced at the screen, replied briefly, and opened "Philosophical Hermeneutics."

【Yan Xuexiao】Put down your phone and drink a glass of milk

This was a polite refusal for an adult, but seventeen-year-old Shen Chi obviously didn't realize it.

There was no milk, so the boy opened his backpack, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of cold water. He obediently hugged his legs and slept on the hard bed.

A day in the border town begins with the sound of police sirens, and the sound of the street office's loudspeaker fills the sky, enough to wake anyone up from their sleep.

"Strictly crack down on pornography, gambling and drug crimes, and further promote the creation of safe border towns..."

Because he hadn't slept well, Shen Chi still felt sleepy when he woke up, and the red hair on his head turned up uncomfortably.

He closed the window with a cold face and sat quietly at the dining table to have breakfast. He forgot when he fell asleep yesterday and seemed to have fallen asleep without even realizing it.

Shen Chi turned on his phone and logged into the live broadcast room account. He didn't see any approval news, but he still stared at the screen.

At this time, Ji's father next to him spoke: "Xiao Chi, your student status has been transferred to No. 3 Middle School."

Dad Ji seemed to not know how to treat him, and his tone was more cautious than yesterday: "Today is the second day of school. Are you going to school?"

Shen Chi turned off his phone: "I'm not going."

A flash of disappointment flashed in Dad Ji's eyes: "I know there is a gap in your heart, but senior year is the last year of high school. Have you thought about your future if you can't get into a good university?"

"Okay." Ji's mother came out to smooth things over and pulled Ji's father aside, "Give the child some time to adapt."

The atmosphere in the room gradually became dull. Shen Chi put down the half-eaten pot stickers, opened the door, and left the bungalow.

He has attended private international schools since childhood. The teaching model is completely different from that of ordinary schools. It is not prepared for the domestic college entrance examination at all.

With his learning ability, it is almost impossible to get into a good university within one year.

He is unusually calm.

He walked towards the Internet cafe opposite, and when he passed a small and old second-hand electrical appliance store, he heard an extremely familiar voice. His body stiffened suddenly, stopped, and slowly turned his head.

An elegant and luxurious woman appeared on the TV screen. She faced the reporter with outstanding manners: "I have always supported education, so I hosted this charity dinner in the hope that more people can pay attention to education issues in poor areas. "

"So what do you think about educating children?" the reporter asked.

The woman's voice was gentle: "Perhaps good genes are hereditary. I haven't worried too much about it. Xiao Shu's grades have always been the first in the class. He plans to take the college entrance examination to Yanch University. After graduation, we will also support him to continue his studies."

"After all, academic qualifications are very important in today's society. The levels are different, and the circles and people you come into contact with are different."

"I remember that you also had an adopted son who was adopted by the wrong child."

As if she didn't expect the reporter to ask this question, she frowned slightly: "I also gave the child 600,000 yuan in education funds before he left."

"There are not many kind-hearted people like Mrs. Shen anymore," the reporter said from the bottom of his heart.

She restored her elegant smile: "I believe every child will have a bright future."

After hearing the last sentence, the young man's thick eyelashes trembled, suppressing his extremely proud eyes. After a long while, he walked back to the Internet cafe opposite.

The front desk of the Internet cafe was still the same person as last time. When she saw the young man's appearance, she asked softly for some reason: "Do you want to get on the plane?"

"No money."

Probably because the boy was good-looking, the receptionist couldn't bear it. Anyway, the border town was a small place and everyone knew each other. When she was about to say that credit was okay, the boy took out a small box from the innermost layer of his backpack.

"Is this ok?"

The young man lowered his eyes.

When the front desk opened the box, it was a hand-polished platinum necklace. There was a sentence crookedly engraved on the back of the pendant, which translated to:

——You are a gift from God.

It must have been given to him by his parents. He liked it very much so he gave it to him. The receptionist quickly declined: "It's too expensive."

But before she handed the box back, the boss took the necklace with a smile and said to the boy, "You can come over and play at will in the future, no need to say hello."

Shen Chi's eyes paused on the necklace, then turned and walked towards Area C. The young man's thin and straight figure was like a tightly stretched string, and he didn't know when it would break.

The receptionist looked at the young man's back with great concern.

Shen Chi walked to his previous seat and sat down. He turned on his computer and logged into the live broadcast room's account. An official message appeared in his private message.

He held the mouse tightly and clicked it, saying only one sentence.

——Sorry, your live broadcast room did not pass the review.

He pursed his lips and searched for answers online. In order to ensure the quality of the platform, Mao Mao Live has strict review of anchors. There are many reasons for failure. The content is dull, lacks features, and the technology is not up to standard...

In short, it can all be summed up in one sentence: If you can't even pass the most basic review, it means you are not suitable to be a host.

The light in the young man's eyes slowly went out.

He lowered his head, suddenly wanting to find someone to talk to.

He opened WeChat and pulled out his address book.

The first one was turned upside down by what he said about the game.

The second person asked him for a fight, but he sent him to the hospital.

The third one I haven’t contacted for a long time.
To be continued...