"Yesterday, Yao Duanyang, the old man, also said that "Xin Shang" is a popular magazine that young people like. He praises and criticizes openly and secretly, thinking that I can't hear it. What he wants to say is that we have no depth.

Only young people like it. Once the trend is over, it’s nothing.”

"Well, you are smart."

"Isn't it the number one magazine in the South? Wait, wait, sooner or later, one day, our "New Award" will beat "Ancient City", step on "Yangtze River", and even surpass, surpass "Modern Times"."

"Passed."

"Qing Luo, you, you are a bit immodest. We still can't surpass "Modern Times", and I know this very well."

"I know it well, because what I mean is...forget it, you drank too much, I won't care about you."

"I didn't drink too much. Look, I can still spin around."

Wang Zixu's advice was right. The Ning Chun Banquet was indeed only three cups long, and you could get drunk even if you drank beer.

Lu Qingxuan watched Ning Chunyan perform a circular motion and then lay down on the ground. She worriedly asked Chen Qingluo if she wanted to help, but Chen Qingluo said no.

She carried Ning Chunyan skillfully and stuffed her into the car without touching her head.

If you just look at the appearance, you would never expect that Chen Qingluo's small body can do physical work so efficiently.

She took Ning Chunyan's mobile phone to pay the bill, which announced that the banquet was over and everyone was going to go their separate ways.

Lu Qingxuan asked outside the car window: "Do you really don't want my help?"

"No," Chen Qingluo started the car, "If you go back late, you will miss the school's access control time, so you will have to sleep on her sofa."

"All right."

After watching the car leave, Lu Qingxuan said to Du Kezhu: "We are the only two left."

"Go back to school."

"Hey, are the dormitory doors closed now? Are you sure you can convince the dormitory manager to open the door for us later?"

"No."

"Hey, you must be very experienced, right?"

"...What gave you the illusion that I often come home late?"

"Your hair."

Green hair fluttered under the streetlight, and the color and texture were somewhat similar to phosphophyllite.

Du Kezhu said: "I thought you were the president of the student union and had the privilege of asking the dormitory manager to open the door at any time."

"No."

"No?"

"I'm sorry, students will disappoint you."

The two walked for a while, and Lu Qingxuan finally plucked up the courage: "Did you just say that you were working part-time?"

"Did I say that?"

"Well, what you said when Sister Xiaochun invited you to the magazine just now," Lu Qingxuan took a deep breath, "Actually, I know what you are doing."

Du Kezhu still looked as if nothing had happened: "What."

"I also discovered it by accident. Either I went to find out because I cared about you, or I happened to know..." Lu Qingxuan stared at her, "Innocent poet, right?"

Du Kezhu stopped.

Lu Qingxuan was a little nervous: "I didn't mean to blackmail you with what you did. It was just a small talk. You know, I just wanted to chat."

"Where did you learn that?"

Lu Qingxuan's breathing stopped suddenly. Because Du Kezhu's voice suddenly became as cold as ice, she was as silent as a grasshopper feeling the first gust of autumn wind.

Du Kezhu turned to look at her, his dark eyes shining like stars. It was a dark street after 11 o'clock, the charcoal fire in the oven was getting colder, the sewage slowly flowed along the roadside ditch, and the vendors closed their doors with the sound of gold and iron.

"Who did you hear that from?"

Lu Qingxuan was taken a step closer and felt a drop of cold liquid on her back. She took a half step back and her eyes flickered:

"It doesn't matter who you heard it from! I won't tell anyone else, but what I'm curious about is why you did that. You don't seem to be short of money."

Du Kezhu blinked, as if she had said something stupid.

"What gave you the illusion that I am not short of money?"

Lu Qingxuan glanced at her hair and raised her voice involuntarily:

"What I mean is that money is certainly not too much, but the value of some things cannot be measured by money, especially for NTU students. What I mean is that for this 'part-time job' of yours, you must give up something.

For example, self-esteem, integrity, etc., I don’t think you are so short of money that you need to abandon those things, because in my eyes, you have always been..."

"That's enough."

The words were like an ice knife that interrupted Lu Qingxuan's passionate statement. The innocent poet put his hands on her shoulders. Then, she felt an irresistible force coming from her. She was pushed staggeringly into the alley on the street.

, leaning his back against the wall.

"Let's be honest, who told you?"

Lu Qingxuan stammered: "Hearsay..."

"Who told you?"

"I promised others..."

"I don't care who you promised, I just want the name."

Under her aggressive gaze, Lu Qingxuan finally compromised in frustration:

"Duan Xiaosang."

Du Kezhu frowned.

"Duan Xiaosang is a well-known book marketer..."

"I know." Du Kezhu said, "Why does she know my ID? And what on earth do you and her want to do?"

Lu Qingxuan swallowed and spoke very quickly: "She came to me a few days ago and said that she knew about your vest online and that you had a big V in Wen Yan, so she speculated that you must know about the little prince.

. She asked me to help her get information about the little prince from you with a very tempting condition. To be honest, I am not interested in that condition at all. I am very curious about the true identity of the little prince, but what I am more curious about is,

Why would someone like you do something like that?"

Du Kezhu blinked for a long time and asked, "What did you say she wanted to do just now?"

"She wants to know the true identity of the little prince through you."

A gust of wind blew by, and Lu Qingxuan subconsciously pressed the hem of her skirt.

Du Kezhu frowned and relaxed, and finally asked in a skeptical tone: "Are you kidding?"

"No, what's so funny about this kind of thing?"

Du Kezhu stared at her for a long time, as if he was examining a rare item.

The identity of the little prince is unremarkable. He is sitting in their office, and his distance from Lu Qingxuan is usually no more than 3 meters.

And she actually sought the far away instead of the near, and went in such a big circle, turning back and forth, running towards her with all her strength to get the answer.

From her point of view, no matter what, this thing is quite funny. It's too funny.

But it was such a funny reason that led to her being unboxed, and she was still offline. Thinking about it is really dumbfounding.

Du Kezhu said as if giving up: "You are such a stupid girl."

"What?!"

Lu Qingxuan's face gradually turned red, and in the blink of an eye, Du Kezhu was already four or five meters away.

"Dukezhu, you have to give me a reason!"

Lu Qingxuan chased him out of the alley, but could only see the back of his opponent walking away resolutely.

"You haven't answered my question yet!"

Lu Qingxuan shouted to Du Kezhu's back in vain again, and many passers-by on the street were attracted to this direction. She was puzzled to understand why the famous "non-emperor" wanted to become an "innocent poet".

Maybe she is really composing poetry, but is she really "guilty"?

At least in the eyes of the public, she is not innocent.

The poet did not answer and disappeared into the night.

…

The poet returned to the dormitory, and one of his roommates grumbled and turned over to sleep. The poet gently closed the door, and sat down in front of the computer under the white moonlight.

She gently lowered the bed curtain, turned on the desk lamp, and adjusted it to the lowest brightness. Their dormitory was a four-person room with a bed and a table. In order to prevent the lights from working at night from affecting the sleep of her roommates, she purchased blackout bed curtains.

But it is inevitable that you will still hear complaints from your roommates.

Before this time, renting a house off campus became a very attractive option, but every time she calculated her income and expenses, she gave up the idea.

Taking out her phone, she noticed two red dots of unread messages, which were from her mother. After a while of mental preparation, she clicked on them.
To be continued...