You choose a male best friend, why are you crying after I let you go?

Chen Yao looked bewildered and confused.

Has her EQ really dropped to this point? Why does it feel like whoever she talks to gets mad at her?

A girl quietly pulled Chen Yao over and began to explain to her.

"This is actually like this..."

The more Chen Yao listened, the wider her eyes widened.

From time to time, she looked in the direction of Song Yihan who was leaving silently.

She could never have imagined that such a bloody story was hidden in the usually gentle and lovely senior sister.

Moreover, her good senior sister didn't seem to play such a good role in it.

Song Yihan had long been accustomed to the days of being the center of attention and being the focus of everyone.

She didn't even need to use her peripheral vision to know who was talking about her.

She wanted to pretend to be unconcerned and indifferent.

But unfortunately, she didn't have that kind of care.

She longed to be the focus of the crowd and the object of everyone's admiration.

But unfortunately, after leaving Gu Zhe, she didn't seem to have this ability.

Even though Song Yihan has gradually cut off contact with Duan Mingdong, it seems that no matter where she goes, there are always people pointing fingers from all sides behind her.

Except for Chen Yao, who doesn't know much about these gossips and is not very curious, Song Yihan is now almost an isolated island.

Sometimes Song Yihan herself feels very dazed and strange.

She was obviously a queen-like figure who was loved by thousands of people before. Why did Gu Zhe just leave her, as if he took away everything that originally belonged to her.

Thinking of this, Song Yihan's eyes were red again.

She just wanted to escape and just wanted to close herself off.

As for those messy things.

Destroy them quickly.

"Senior sister."

Just when Song Yihan didn't know how to deal with it, Chen Yao's voice suddenly sounded from behind her.

The little girl obviously ran up quickly, still panting heavily, holding her chest, her face flushed, and she couldn't even say a complete sentence for a while.

Looking at Chen Yao's appearance, Song Yihan felt numb and desolate in her heart.

"If you have anything to say, just say it directly. I am mentally prepared."

Song Yihan has experienced too many similar things during this period.

Those friends in the student union who seemed to get along so well with her in the past, after hearing those rumors, all decisively abandoned her, and even stood on the opposite side of her and ran over to accuse her.

What she couldn't accept the most was that the girl that people talked about, who even she sometimes felt disgusted with, was actually herself.

Those things were all caused by her own hands.

She gradually woke up.

She was not blinded by a single leaf and didn't see the mountain.

Instead, she was deliberately pretending to be stupid, enjoying all the good things and deliberately ignoring the pain of others.

In the final analysis, it is nothing but selfishness.

"No..."

Chen Yao finally calmed down a little, took a breath, and said in a low voice.

"What's not?"

Song Yihan didn't understand what Chen Yao said.

Chen Yao plucked up the courage and looked at Song Yihan's eyes seriously: "Senior and I have known each other for so long, and I have been taken care of by senior. For some things, you can't just listen to what others say, you have to feel it with your heart."

"At least in my eyes, senior is definitely a very good girl!"

"I don't believe what they say, senior, if you have any difficulties, you can tell me with confidence."

"I don't believe that such a good person would do such a thing when dealing with his own feelings."

What makes a person collapse is often not sharp abuse and accusations, but pervasive tenderness and trust.

Chen Yao's innocence and trust completely defeated Song Yihan's numb and rotten mentality.

Song Yihan let out a sob, walked forward quickly, stretched out her arms, and hugged Chen Yao tightly.

"Yaoyao, you are so nice."

"I'm sorry, I'm really not a very good person..."

"I'm a bad girl..."

Many "bad" people are actually not that bad in nature.

People are always cowardly.

Especially when facing the ugly side of human nature.

When Song Yihan realized that she was no longer an isolated island, and there was a warm boat sailing towards her, making her no longer lonely in the vast ocean, she finally began to open her heart and face her inner depths.

......

That afternoon, under the reception of Dean Li Wei and a group of management personnel, Tian Chengze and General Manager Liu Yuan were welcomed into the campusIn.

After a series of courtesies, ribbon-cutting ceremonies, and group photos, Tian Chengze and others refused the arrangement to dine at a big restaurant outside, insisting on experiencing the flavor of Jiangzhou University in the school cafeteria.

After several excuses, Li Wei had to fulfill Tian Chengze's wish and have a simple meal in the cafeteria.

After dinner, it was time for the highlight of the day.

The scale of the art performance was comparable to the annual welcome party.

Due to the theme of "communication, innovation, and writing", the theme of the art performance lacked some youthful vitality and freedom, but instead had a lot of business-style rainbow farts.

In particular, the speeches of the leaders directly occupied most of the evening party. Many students who held fluorescent sticks and acted as the atmosphere group were still drowsy even with the temptation of self-development credits.

Until, Gu Zhe and Lin Nuoer's show started.

A group of young girls wearing fashionable and cool clothes walked onto the stage. Just standing there was a beautiful scenery that made people unable to look away.

The girl in the C position tied her shirt, revealing her sexy waist. Every time she twisted, she seemed to be provoking.

Before the show even started, many male compatriots had already thrown away their sleepiness.

Gu Zhe and Lin Nuoer in the control room looked at each other from a distance. The latter smiled slightly, and there seemed to be a hook in her eyebrows.

This little girl is obviously full of heroic spirit, but there is a bit of coquettishness in her eyes.

However, this seductive charm may only be appreciated by Gu Zhe.

"Get ready for the music, the lights listen to my countdown."

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

As Gu Zhe counted down, the lights on the stage also flashed.

Every time a number changes, the light changes a color.

The big screen behind the girls is divided into two areas, one is a background like a curtain, and the other is a small area, which is a complete line of code displayed.

"What is that?"

"It seems to be a random image algorithm? But it doesn't seem to be random, is it a predetermined route?"

Liu Yuan and other technicians' attention was instantly no longer on the beautiful girl.