Seize the day or live for the moment, which do you choose?

Yu Songsong and the junior suspect went to a corner, where the two began to go over their script and rehearse.

Jiang Linyuan observed from the shadows, terrified that at any second Yu Songsong would suddenly erupt like a thunderclap and snatch that junior away to turn him into nutrients.

Lin Yilin was distracted, secretly watching Jiang Linyuan.

Jiang Linyuan turned his head and glanced at Lin Yilin.

She hurriedly turned her head back, facing her computer, and typed away frantically, acting as if she were working diligently.

This little Yilin! Her disguise for slacking off at work is terrible!

Jiang Linyuan sighed.

After a while, Lin Yilin peeked out again, only to find that Jiang Linyuan hadn't looked away.

Their eyes met, and it was a bit awkward.

"Little Yilin, if you have something to say, just say it. Stop eye-raping your senior."

Jiang Linyuan said it bluntly and cleanly.

"That's not called eye-raping!"

Lin Yilin first put up a stubborn front, then said with some hesitation:

"Senior, are you not becoming the host because of me?"

Are you kidding? Since when did you become such a buzzkill?

Has Su Muzhi possessed you?

Jiang Linyuan looked at her with surprise and suspicion, then said earnestly:

"Little Yilin, that's a bit too self-absorbed. Promise me, don't become a greasy middle-aged woman, okay?"

"What greasy middle-aged woman?!"

Lin Yilin was annoyed; she kicked Jiang Linyuan restlessly with her small foot, huffing:

"Go chase after your Yu Songsong already, I can handle the work."

"Little Yilin, you might just be the woman who could become my mother."

"You... you're going to die! What... what kind of nonsense are you spouting!"

Binary Sister was a flurry of hands and feet again, pushing Jiang Linyuan away with a blushing face as she shouted:

"Go away, go away!"

After forcing Jiang Linyuan to leave, Lin Yilin stared blankly at the computer screen in front of her.

Finally, I can have some peace and quiet.

She patted her own face, forcing herself not to look in Jiang Linyuan's direction.

But her gaze still drifted over there involuntarily.

He really went.

She withdrew her gaze again, looked at the computer, and slowly worked on the PowerPoint.

Is it a bit too quiet again?

She thought.

"Little Su, did you manage to scam or trick your way into Yu Songsong's social media posting history?"

Jiang Linyuan messaged Su Muzhi while walking toward Yu Songsong.

"Student Jiang, do not use your low-handed tactics to speculate on how others act."

Su Muzhi replied very quickly.

"What low-handed tactics! I, Jiang Linyuan, have acted with integrity my entire life!"

Jiang Linyuan typed back righteously.

"Then check the browser history."

Su Muzhi replied.

This damn buzzkill woman, she wants to freeload off my resources, right? Don't even think about it!

"V me fifty, and I'll take you to see it tomorrow."

"Sure, sure."

Su Muzhi very generously sent over a red packet.

Jiang Linyuan didn't dare to accept it.

This is pornographic!

"Let's talk business, stop messing around."

"Mm, rest assured, Yu Songsong is quite normal; she isn't the kind of person you think she is."

Jiang Linyuan was a bit suspicious. Is this Su Muzhi trying to deceive the emperor?

"Don't doubt me, I'll push her account to you, see for yourself."

Before long, Jiang Linyuan found Yu Songsong's account.

He quickly browsed through it.

The good news: she wasn't an alchemist.

The bad news: she was a total drama queen with "depression."

Her homepage was plastered with posts crying about the high-pressure life of a high school senior.

"The study pressure is so high lately, and the reputation of being first in the grade is suffocating."

"In order to meet the school's expectations, I cheated to get first place—am I really wrong for that?"

"Without the halo of being first in the grade, I've been subjected to cold violence from classmates and teachers."

"Chinese-style education, you win, I'm depressed now, are you satisfied?"

The latest post was titled, "Because of my depression, my roommate and I have had a huge conflict."

Reading through them one by one, Jiang Linyuan wore the expression of an old man looking at his phone on the subway.

Damn it, this one is a real piece of work too.

According to Yu Songsong's post history, her grades in her senior year were incredibly excellent; she was first in the grade in every exam.

But after being caught cheating by a teacher during one exam, her grades plummeted.

What was hard to keep a straight face about was that in the report cards Yu Songsong attached, the subjects with the massive drops were all sciences.

Her liberal arts grades didn't fluctuate much, yet she blamed the reason on her depression.

So, depression is now powerful enough to rewrite mathematical formulas and theorems?

Honestly, Jiang Linyuan felt that Yu Songsong's previous first-place rankings were obtained by cheating from the very start.

It was just that she slipped up once, got caught, drew attention to herself, and naturally, her true colors were revealed.

A single proctored exam destroyed my dream of being first in the grade.

I'll see you at the top!

But I have to say, this Yu Songsong is quite the character.

To cheat that many times and only slip up once—in ancient times, you'd be a legendary thief.

How are there so many weirdos at Xingnan University?

Jiang Linyuan recalled the people he had encountered recently and couldn't help but complain.

The insufferable Su Muzhi, the little lunatic Zhang Juntang, the socialite Zhuang Yan...

I can't even count them all, there are just too many!

There are no normal humans left here.

Ancient universities had many poets, but modern universities have been simplified—they're full of crap.

Jiang Linyuan tried his best to digest the information, let out a long sigh, and looked toward Yu Songsong.

A "depressed" master thief is still better than a militant feminist alchemist, I suppose.

But at that glance, he couldn't hold it together again.

"This part, you're supposed to be the one picking up the line, right?"

Yu Songsong looked at the shy boy and said with some dissatisfaction.

"But... but the script says this is your line."

The boy said in a low voice.

"Oh, we're just rehearsing, why are you being so serious?"

Yu Songsong's brows slowly relaxed, and she said with a smile:

"I can't remember this line, why don't you say it when the time comes, okay?"

The boy was clearly a novice, blushing as he stammered and nodded.

"Alright then, let's continue."

Yu Songsong smiled and began to recite her lines.

But halfway through, the boy reminded her again:

"That's not what's on the script. If you say it like that, it's hard for me to pick up the line."

Yu Songsong sighed; people who were this pedantic were truly annoying.

"Isn't it enough that you understand what I mean? We have to go off-script anyway, just be flexible."

The boy struggled for a moment, but didn't say anything else, just nodded in silence.

Ugh, why am I partnered with someone like this? So boring and dull.

Yu Songsong felt helpless, looked up, and saw Jiang Linyuan standing to the side.

She ran over with a smile:

"Senior Jiang, what brings you here?"

"Just here to see the grace of our female host."

"Oh, stop it, memorizing the script is so hard."

Yu Songsong swayed her body as she complained, her water droplets trembling.

Jiang Linyuan kept his gaze steady and nodded with a smile:

"You must be tired from rehearsing, shall I go buy you all some water to soothe your throats?"

"Mm-hmm, then I'll go with Senior Jiang, it's a good time for a break anyway."

Yu Songsong nodded with a smile.

The boy opened his mouth, struggled for a moment, and shouted loudly at Jiang Linyuan:

"I'm going too."

Jiang Linyuan looked at him.

There was a hint of unwillingness in the boy's eyes, along with a touch of hostility.

Yo, so he's interested in Yu Songsong and sees me as a love rival?

This little junior really doesn't know how to read the room.

They couldn't grasp the opportunity while rehearsing together, yet they want to be on edge during a relaxing break.

It's like they chose to fumble the moment instead of seizing the day.

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