It’s ten o’clock in the morning and the sun is shining brightly.

The light passed through the clouds and fell on the No. 1 Middle School of Xiangcheng, and fell on the huge rock that had stood for thousands of years.

Bai Qian stretched out his hand to cover the light in front of him, and looked at the sonorous and powerful handwriting. Between the virtual and the real, he seemed to see the group of soldiers who fought the last battle with him thousands of years ago.

Light and shadow are blurred and intertwined.

 Thousands of years later, Bai Zian will stand under the line of poetry he wrote with a gun.

　　Start your first battle.

The photographer held up the camera. His original intention was to see the composition of the lens, but his eyes were attracted to the girl in the lens.

She stood in the middle of the crowd, her face slightly tilted, her hair half-twisted down on her shoulders, and her eyebrows in the camera were hidden, as if she had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers to fight her way out of the Shura field, splitting apart mountains of corpses and treading on seas of blood. The horse is coming.

 There were obviously so many students around, hip-hop and joking, but at that moment they almost became her background.

  The photographer involuntarily aimed at the focus and pressed the shutter.

 After taking this scene, he returned to the picture he had just taken. The composition was beautiful, like a fate that had been reincarnated for thousands of years, and it was full of a mysterious sense of story.

 He admired it for a while and prepared to send it to the classmate individually.

　　The students of Class 15 have basically arranged their positions. The photographer put down the camera and amplified his voice: "Students, please stand up quickly. Teachers can also take their positions."

The dean next to him who was negotiating with the principal about "how many banners have you ordered?" stopped when he heard this. He straightened his shirt and walked to the front seriously.

 In the crowd.

Lu Xiaohan took her own camera to shoot the behind-the-scenes of the edited video. When everyone was almost ready, she put down the camera and stood up.

Seeing Wen Qizhen holding up the banner, she said, "Wait a minute and let the photographer take a picture of us without the banner first, and then take a picture with the banner later."

 This is the result of discussions between Lu Xiaohan and Lu Lingxi.

“Shoot the one without the banner first?” Wen Qi simply folded the banner, stuffed it into his pocket, and patted his pocket, “Okay, I’ll take him to shoot with me later.”

 “Hold your head a little when you hear it.”

 “Don’t squeeze me, Xiaohan, I’m standing on your right side...”

“Can you let me stand in front of Sister Xian...”

　　"You stand in front, don't weigh your feet. Even if you stand on tiptoe, you are not as tall as me."

　　　…”

The students in this class were dressed in uniform Chinese-style clothes and chattering.

 Looking through the lens, they are young and lively.

The photographer looked at this group of young and beautiful students under the sun, and it was rare to think of the youth he had never returned to when he was in school. He wondered how many of these classmates would still be in contact in a few years.

 He sighed—

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

The photo is frozen in this moment.

  The second picture.

Hearing that Qi asked the classmate next to him to move aside to leave a space, he looked at Ning Xiao on the left and mustered up his courage: "Xue Shen, will you cooperate with me?"

Ning Xiao lowered his head, his dark eyes covered by his hanging broken hair.

 He looked coldly at the stupid banner in his hand and said nothing.

 I heard that he had been in contact with Jiang Fuli for so long, and now Ning Xiao doesn’t feel that he is as inaccessible as before.

"Study God," Wen Qi handed him a corner of the banner, looked at the distance between him and Ning Xiao, and tried to ask, "The good guy is your deskmate, doesn't it mean that he is here if you hold it?" ?”

 He said, and tentatively raised the banner in his hand.

Ning Xiao looked at the red banner and still said nothing.

Bai Zian stood in front of the two of them, and the empty distance between Wen Qi and Ning Xiao was just behind her.

  She tilted her head back and said, "Ning Xiao, help him get it."

Ning Xiao coldly raised a corner with his finger.

 Hold the banner with an extremely gloomy expression.

Wen Qi made a gesture of thanks to Bai Zian, and then waved to the photographer, "We are ready, we can take pictures!"

The photographer raised his camera and his eyes were drawn to the banner. When he saw the sign of "A Good Horse" on it, he thought about why the nicknames given by students nowadays are so serious. They used to be Fart Prince and Crazy Boar. …

 Take all the photos.

 Lu Lingxi asked a student to call people from Class 16 to come down and take a group photo.

Lu Xiaohan took out his camera to shoot behind-the-scenes footage of the class. Hearing that he called out to the boys in the class to stand on the roadside, he shouted to Lu Xiaohan: "Lu Xiaohan, come on, take a group photo of our male compatriots." open!"

Lu Xiaohan took the camera and turned to focus on them.

Wen Qi stood in front of everyone and asked everyone to pose. Before he could say anything, he was thrown up by a few tall boys and shouted loudly, "Yao Mu Bei!"

Lu Xiaohan took a video of this scene from the side.

   **

 People from class 16 come down.

Their class is on the fourth floor. When they came in the morning, they didn't see the graduation costumes of Class 15. Now when they came up, the girls immediately exclaimed.

　　The photographer who took the graduation photo was communicating with the teacher of Class 16 about positioning issues.

 Two girls from Class 16 came over with their mobile phones and stopped next to Bai Zian. "Classmate Bai Zian, can we take a photo together?"

 There are many photos of Bai Zian in the school forum, most of which are from the back.

Other students in Class 3 will come to Class 15 to pay their respects to the two examination gods. As the college entrance examination is approaching, if they don’t find a chance to take a group photo, they may never see each other again after the college entrance examination.

“Why hasn’t Tang Ming come down yet?” Hearing that he had been left behind for a long time, he finally came to Bai Qian’s side to save his life. “Isn’t he going to take a photo with us?”

Just as he was talking, Tang Ming hurried over over there. He was still wearing his school uniform and was mumbling: "I've caught up, I've caught up."

Hearing that he was overwhelmed, he pointed at Tang Ming and said, "Everyone, go check him out!"

Tang Ming is a non-staff member of Class 15.

He was surrounded by a group of people from Class 15 before he could figure out what was going on.

 Many people brought their mobile phones and took a lot of photos to share in the group.

Bai Qian looked for a few photos in the group, and finally found a photo of herself, Zhang Shize Banner and Lu Xiaohan, and sent it to Jiang Fuli—

 【You print it out and bring it to the good people tomorrow】

Jiang Fuli replied quickly: [Graduation photo? 】

This group of people were fighting. Lu Lingxi stood and watched for a long time without urging them to go back to class. The students in Class 15 have put a lot of pressure on themselves in the past six months, so it would be good to relax before the exam.

Looking at Bai Qian who was standing aside looking down at her phone, he walked to her side and paused, "Just perform normally in the college entrance examination. Don't be stressed. It's time to relax as the college entrance examination is about to take place."

  She thought Bai Zian was studying.

Bai Zian silently put away the phone: "...Okay."

graduate School.

Jiang Fuli waited for a long time, but there was no reply from Bai Zian. He couldn't help but reach out and click on the photo Bai Zian sent her.

The person who took the photo took it with a mobile phone. Wen Qi and Lu Xiaohan were standing on the left side of Bai Qian holding Zhang Shize's banner, and another girl was standing on the right side of Bai Qian, followed by Ning Xiao, Tang Ming and others.

The sunshine above the head is just right, making a group of boys and girls look youthful.

He looked at the girl in the middle. She was standing in the crowd, her dark almond-shaped eyes looking at the camera, a smile on her lips, a slightly lazy posture, standing against the wind, her half-twisted black hair flying, blending in with the surrounding teenagers. As one body.

 A group of high-spirited senior high school students.

Jiang Fuli tapped the photo with his fingertips, then reached out and clicked to save it.

After exiting, he turned to the post of Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School. Ever since Bai Qian came to Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, she has been a frequent visitor to the forum of No. 1 Middle School. How many points did she get in the test? What clothes did she wear today? I met her in the cafeteria. Already…

 Jiang Fuli wanted to delete it at first, but looking over it, the forum seemed like her growth post.

 Graduation photos from the first time I was an emperor to the present.

 Jiang Fuli lowered his head, just wanting to see what more posts there were today.

 Saw the photo of the town building at a glance—

　　【Ah ah, I took a photo with Senior Bai! She is so beautiful! 】

 Scroll down further, and there are all photos taken with her.

 Forget about the seniors in high school, why are the freshmen and sophomores taking a group photo?

 Jiang Fuli looked at it coldly.

   **

 School is over in the afternoon.

 The return rate of people in class 15 reached 100% while walking on the road.

Bai Qian was holding a schoolbag in her hand and walking at the edge of the group. Next to her was Lu Xiaohan. People from Class 15 were urging Lu Xiaohan to go home quickly and send the video to the group.

 The milk tea shop is still full.

Jiang Fuli was talking to Chi Yundai opposite the milk tea shop. He was wearing the clothes Ji Heng made for him today, a silver-gray silk shirt, elegant and cool, with a faint cold light dancing in the sunlight.

He listened to Chi Yundai's words quietly, his eyes occasionally passing by the school gate, a little carelessly.

He paused for a moment when he saw Bai Zian's group wearing rose-colored graduation uniforms.

"Master Xu told Butler Jiang..." Chi Yundai was talking to Jiang Fuli. When he saw his eyes drifting away, he looked behind him.

Chi Yundai stopped when he saw Bai Qian coming out of the school gate at a glance, "They are taking graduation photos today."

 As the college entrance examination approaches, slogans are posted all around the school.

When Bai Zian came over, he heard that Qi, Tang Ming and the others had stopped joking and greeted Jiang Fuli honestly, and then they went to the milk tea shop together.

Chi Yundai thought of his cake and ran back without stopping.

Jiang Fuli stood there without moving. He looked coldly and only looked at Bai Qian.

Bai Zian held Zhang Shize's banner in his hand and paused for a moment: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Fuli slowly took out his mobile phone, turned on the camera, and said casually: "Senior Bai, can I take a photo?"

Bai Qian: “…”

 Where did he hear this?

Jiang Fuli didn't take many photos. He turned on the front camera. There was no beauty, but the two of them had good looks. In the front camera, they only exposed their chests and above. They were all wearing antique clothes.

The two of them are like a scroll printed in ink paintings, with a ray of sunset behind them, which is exquisite.

 There is no compositional skill, and the beauty depends entirely on the appearance of the two of them.

Jiang Fuli finished taking the photo and looked at it. He thought it was okay. He remembered that Bai Qian had disliked his photography skills, so he showed it to her: "Senior Bai, can you take a look?"

Bai Zian looked down at the photo and sighed.

  Opposite the milk tea shop.

Lu Xiaohan stood by the counter with the order in hand and complained to Yang Lin in a low voice, "Teacher Jiang, his angles are so bad, he is really bad at taking pictures."

Yang Lin raised her head and glanced across the glass.

Chi Yundai put on his chef hat when he came in and wanted to give Lu Xiaohan a thumbs up.

   **

at the same time.

 Beicheng.

As the college entrance examination was approaching, Bai Qiming specially invited the principal of Beicheng No. 1 Middle School and the head teacher of the international class to have dinner at the hotel to find out Bai Shaoqi's college entrance examination status in advance.

The principal of No. 1 Middle School spoke highly of Bai Shaoqi and Song Min, "Both students have made rapid progress this semester. Mr. Bai and Mr. Song, you don't have to worry."

Bai Qiming has always been serious, but he couldn't help but smile at this time. He and the Song family have already booked a hotel, "Do you think Shaoqi has a chance to be admitted to Jiangjing University this time?"

"Of course," the principal of No. 1 Middle School nodded, with a smile on his face, and couldn't help but sigh, "Although she doesn't have as good grades as her brother, she has made great progress this semester. If she doesn't make mistakes, 90% of her will be able to enter Jiangjing University."

Bai Qiming had no idea about their results. He just heard the principal of No. 1 Middle School said that Bai Shaoqi could really get into the exam. The surprise on his face could not be concealed.

He held the wine glass tightly in his hand to prevent himself from losing his composure.

The Bai family really wants to have two heroes?

 We want to produce two top students from Jiangjing University?

Although the principal said that Bai Shaoqi was not as good as Bai Shaoke, Bai Qiming was also happy.

Now Bai Shaoke has entered Jiangjing Laboratory for internship, and has met many professors and doctoral students. Together with Bai Shaoqi, they are one step closer to settling in Jiangjing.

Behind him, Butler Bai watched this scene and was also happy for the young lady.

 But he couldn't help but think of Bai Zian, who left a deep impression on him when he left the Bai family.

Bai Qian and Bai Shaoqi were in the same senior year of high school. Unfortunately, there was no movement after they went to Xiangcheng.

Bai Qiming is happy for his daughter, but inevitably regrets, "It's a pity that I met Song Ming. Song Ming should be the number one scholar in Beicheng this year."

 He has heard the Song family say several times that Song Min has ranked first in the joint examinations these times.

　　It beat the second place by many points.

Bai Qiming thought that the principal would agree, but he didn't expect that the principal and the head teacher didn't speak. Bai Qiming paused for a moment and was a little confused: "Did I say something wrong?"