There are not many beautiful beauties in the class in the real sense, and Chen Yin is considered a top-notch. This extroverted girl with a style and a spoiled look is from Zhejiang Province, and she is a fellow villager with Baili. In Zhao Bi's impression, her family seems to be quite rich.

The next part is to start running for class leaders, Baili went on stage to compete for squad leader.

Needless to say, the boys are basically all involved in this group of hormonal restless LSPs. The girls are even more impressed by this pretty boy who chops watermelons, does push-ups on their guitars, and sings meteor showers.

In the end, Baili got his wish and defeated his competitors No. 2 and No. 3 with overwhelming votes. Chen Yin was the leader of the Youth League branch. Only these two professional titles in the class are valuable.

The morning class meeting came to an end. Baili was very generous in asking Zhao Bi and the others to go out for a meal.

The six people chose a Cantonese restaurant, but Zhao Bi was fine. His eating habits were similar to those in Guangzhou. Luo Hao was a little depressed. He was really not very used to it since he was a child.

Finally, Baili took out two garlic from her schoolbag and handed it to him. Luo Hao was moved and hugged Baili's shoulder intimately.

Apart from being a bit bad in terms of feelings, Baili really can't find any other problems. He can always consider other people's feelings in the most subtle way. Perhaps it is because of this quality that makes him in terms of feelings.

"Cheers, celebrate our Baili Chief's successful promotion to Baili Squad Leader." Zhao Bi raised his glass and smiled.

"Congratulations." The other five people in the dormitory raised their glasses to celebrate with smiles.

The meal was so happy that their university life officially set sail from now on. They will also accompany each other in the next four years. In college, it is actually a very happy thing for everyone to get along with each other in a dormitory.

After lunch, Hu Biao called Zhao Bi on the way back to the dormitory and said that the video had been roughly cut. He asked him and Qiu Baiwei to come and take a look. If you can, just deal with the details and it will be over.

When Baili heard that Zhao Bi was helping the student union to shoot videos and had a very good relationship with President Hu, he insisted that Zhao Bi take him there.

Zhao Bi took him speechlessly and called Qiu Baiwei to wait for him downstairs in the student union office. It was already afternoon when he arrived at the student union office. Qiu Baiwei stood downstairs in a pretty way. When he saw Zhao Bi nodding slightly, he went upstairs together.

"You are here, come here quickly." Hu Biao waved happily at Zhao Bi in front of a computer.

Zhao Bi and the other two leaned over. This was a white big-headed monitor with a very low resolution. Zhao Bi, who was used to 4k screens, felt a little uncomfortable at first glance.

"The video was cut so quickly?"

"I have been working overtime since last night. You can see how the results are." Hu Biao clicked on the video with a proud look on his face.

The first micro-film co-produced by Zhao Bi and Qiu Baiwei is slowly revealed.

The beginning of the picture is dusk.

This is an old platform with a bench in the middle of the camera. There are two backs on the stool, one man and one woman. There is a suitcase standing beside each of them.

Then the camera turned right and pulled closer, circled around and came to the front of the two.

The boy was wearing a dark blue Zhongshan suit with a dome hat of the same color on his head. His body sat straight and his hands gently buckled on his thighs.

The girl dressed in a student during the Republic of China period, with a light blue right-sided jacket, a dark blue skirt that was above the knee, and a pair of black dome leather shoes under white stockings. The black hair was divided into two parts and tied into a ponytail.

The camera gives a deep close-up to the boy's hat and the girl's leather shoes respectively.

A breeze blew by, blowing the newspapers scattered on the ground.

The young men and women who were walking around were all dressed in the same way as boys and girls.

The boy glanced at the ground nervously, glanced at the girl's side face again, and then quickly retracted his gaze. He clenched his hands into fists, and pinched them a little blue and white.

"That..." the boy spoke still.

"What's wrong?" The girl gently turned her head.

The soft light of the sunset came from the side, making the girl's side face feel very touched. The curve of the jaw is graceful, the bridge of the nose is straight, the black hair on her ears gently blew in the wind, and her eyes gently fell on the boy.

Fresh and soft, graceful and beautiful, everyone's style is reflected in these small movements and expressions.

When he met the girl's sight, the boy's face turned red instantly, he scratched his head at a loss, and touched his clothes unconsciously.

Some words seemed to be stuck in the vocal cords, and the boy spoke out very hard: "I..."

"Woooooooooooooooooo--"

The sound of the train entering the station.

A green train slowly stopped on the platform.

The boy's courage weakened with the sound of the whistle, and he finally did not say the complete sentence.

"Is this one?" the girl asked.

"No...yes." The boy shook his head, and his heart suddenly calmed down at this moment.

"So...ah." The girl's ending sound was a little long, as if she was relieved, but she became even more nervous. She had expectations on her face, loss and pride.

"Woooooooooooooooooo--"

The sound of the train leaving the station.

The platform became empty again, and the vision ahead became wider.

As the sun sets, the warm light falls on the shoulders of the two people. The breeze blows, and the hair is raised and fiddling with the corners of the girl's eyes, so her eyes narrowed with pleasure.

"What did you want to say just now!"

A sure sentence, the girl with a smile is full of expectations.

"The sunset is so beautiful." The boy paused and then smiled.

"Woo woo woo woo woo--"

The sound of the train entering the station.

"Is this the one?" the girl asked, looking at the train number.

"Yes." The boy nodded, then stood up and pulled over the suitcase beside the stool: "So...goodbye."

The boy lowered his head and said goodbye, and the girl also lowered her head, so the girl's face could not be seen due to the height difference.

"Well, goodbye." The latter's voice trembled slightly.

The boy ran over quickly, stepped onto the carriage, leaned against the car door and shouted at the girl: "Hey."

The girl looked up and saw the boy throwing a paper plane at her.

The paper plane floated slowly.

"Woo woo woo woo woo--"

The sound of the train leaving the station.

The airflow brought newspapers and stuck them on the train, and one of them flew to the boy's chest. The boy picked up the newspaper, and the camera pushed it over and shot it on the newspaper.

(The Japanese army...the land of western Shanxi...the good guy...the front line...)

The boy smiled and put the newspaper in his arms.

The girl had disappeared from sight, but the boy was still waving his right hand vigorously, with a smile on his face freely and firmly.

The camera turned and returned to the slow paper plane again. The paper plane floated and fell to a pair of black dome leather shoes.

A dry, wrinkled right hand reached up to pick up the paper plane.

The old man trembled and turned on the paper plane. Before he could see the words on it, the sound of the train entering the station came from his ear.
Chapter completed!