At the corner of the sports field, during club activities.
Under the Tea Art Club's tent, Zhong Bai walked over and sat beside Lu Qiaochuan.
"Where's Ren Yifan?"
"You forgot?" Lu Qiaochuan looked at her strangely. "He said he was going into seclusion."
"When did he say that?"
"Half a month ago, at least. Wait, Ren Yifan hasn't shown up for over half a month, and you didn't even notice? God, if he found out, he'd be devastated."
Zhong Bai forced herself to explain, "Of course I remembered. I just lost track of time for a moment. I didn't expect so much time to have passed. Ren Yifan's face and voice are still right before my eyes, like he never went far away, like everything was still yesterday."
"True." Lu Qiaochuan nodded in agreement. "I didn't expect him to actually mean it this time. Looks like he's really going all out just to deceive girls."
After reaching his junior year, Ren Yifan had lost his competitive edge, and his grades had slipped as well. A senior student had taken him to a conference, where he discovered that his professional Spanish skills were not up to par either.
So he threw himself into studying to improve himself, determined to become a Spanish interpreter who earned ten thousand yuan per job. He wanted to rebuild his core competitiveness, find his charm again, and make ample preparations for picking up girls over the long term.
After a sigh, Lu Qiaochuan said, "Zhong Bai, has something been going on with you lately?"
"No. What could possibly be going on with me?"
"How would I know? I just feel like something's been off with you lately."
"Then your feeling is wrong. We've just been too busy this semester. It's all Little Cui's arrangements—they've been exhausting