Xia Yunuo didn't dare to linger there for too long, fearing that Song Yunshen discover her and catch her on the spot.
After all, she had said at noon that she wouldn't come to check, and if she were found out, Xia Yunuo would be incredibly embarrassed.
Upon noticing Xia Yunuo's departure, Song Yunshen reverted to his laid-back mode, leaving Xu Zhuoyue bewildered.
"Why are you so listless? You're so young, and your stamina is failing so quickly?"
"Sigh... I told you, you wouldn't understand." Song Yunshen caught the ball, made a slight dash and feint, then delivered a skillful pass to Deng Shitao, completing an assist. "Your vision is limited to the court, while mine is the whole world."
"Anyone who didn't know better would think you're about to transform into Ultraman." Xu Zhuoyue curled his lip. "What? Are you going to save the world?"
"You know what, I might actually have saved the world in my past life," Song Yunshen stroked his chin, deep in thought.
After evening self-study, Song Yunshen rode his beloved bicycle home and, as usual, took out his Future Diary from the drawer.
Yesterday, Song Yunshen swapped souls with Xia Kening and couldn't check it. When he opened it today, he found that the Future Diary still hadn't been updated.
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This made him a little worried.
Looking at the handwriting he had written the day before yesterday, which read "[October 5, 2035]", he felt a little regretful.
I don't know if it's because I wrote something on it that the Future Diary function was affected.
It would be terrible if I never got to see the Future Diary again.
But just as Song Yunshen frowned in worry, he suddenly let out a soft exclamation.
He reached out and touched the line of handwriting he had written, muttering to himself, "Why does the handwriting seem a little faded?"
Was this the color depth when I wrote it the day before yesterday?
Song Yunshen fell into self-doubt, so he simply took out his phone, took a picture of the handwriting, and planned to compare it again tomorrow.
He received WeChat message the instant he finished taking the photo.
Upon opening it, I saw that it was sent by Xia Kening.
[ Xia Kening ]: What are you doing?
[ Song Yunshen ]: Thinking of you. [ Song Yunshen ]: Why are you looking for me again?
[ Xia Kening ]:???
[ Xia Kening ]: Can you please stop taking such long breaths when you speak?
[ Song Yunshen ]: I'm typing.
[ Song Yunshen ]: You weren't tempted just now, were you?
[ Xia Kening ]: No way!
Lying on the top bunk in her dorm room Xia Kening clutched her violently pounding chest, staring at her phone screen and gritting her teeth.
That scoundrel!
He was teasing her on purpose again.
I'm so angry!
I almost thought it was real just now.
[ Song Yunshen ]: So what do you need me for?
[ Xia Kening ]: Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong?
[ Song Yunshen ]: Do you know what the subtext of those words is, "I miss you"?
[ Xia Kening ]: I can't help it if you overinterpret things. It's your own fault for being so prone to wishful thinking.
[ Song Yunshen ]: Then let's stop talking.
[ Xia Kening ]: Wait!
[ Song Yunshen ]: Don't you need to take a shower? You're so free.
[ Xia Kening ]: My roommate is taking a shower, I have nothing to do right now.
[ Song Yunshen ]: Before you met me, what did you do when you were free in the dorm?
[ Xia Kening ]: I chat with my roommates, or scroll through Douyin) or something.
[ Song Yunshen ]: Then you should go scroll through Douyin. I need to write in my diary, and then I need to take a shower.
[ Xia Kening ]: Oh? You keep a diary too?
[ Song Yunshen ]: Oh? You don't keep a diary too, do you?
[ Xia Kening ]: I don't write, but a friend of mine does.
Xia Kening thought of her eldest sister, Xia Jinshu, who liked to write in her diary, while she and her second sister did not have this habit.
[ Song Yunshen ]: You have a friend?
[ Xia Kening ]: You're really a friend! I don't keep a diary! I don't have the time for that.
I was going to say that no respectable person keeps a diary, but when I thought about how my older sister also keeps a diary, Xia Kening felt too embarrassed to post it.
[ Song Yunshen ]: Alright, alright, I'm not going to chat with you anymore, let's talk later.
[ Xia Kening ]: Wrong! Do you use Douyin? Show me your Douyin account.
[ Song Yunshen ]: Wait, I'll send it to you.
He sent Xia Kening his Douyin number, and soon after, Song Yunshen gained another follower on Douyin.
Seeing that " Doesn't Eat Lemons " had followed him, Song Yunshen immediately followed back.
To be Xu Zhuoyue, before, he only had Xu Zhuoyue as a mutual follower on Douyin. The two of them would often forward each other abstract red stone videos and engage in mutual psychological attacks.
Xia Kening was the second person he followed on Douyin.
After successfully returning to the customs, Song Yunshen plugged his phone into the charging cable and was about to start writing in his diary when his phone vibrated again.
I initially thought it was from Xia Kening, but when I opened it, I found it was a message from my uncle.
[ Zhao Zeheng ]: (Image)
Song Yunshen confused. He clicked on the image and glanced at it; it was an electronic poster.
[Small Class of 10 | Junior High School Math Summer Program]
[Small group instruction | Individual Q&A for efficient score improvement]
[Classes are taught by elite private high school teachers; limited spots available, first come, first served]
Contact: 1382879 (You can add me on WeChat )
[Private if interested]
Upon seeing the advertisement sent by his uncle, Song Yunshen was speechless.
[ Song Yunshen ]: Uncle, I've already graduated from high school.
[ Zhao Zeheng ]: I sent this to a group, you can just ignore it.
[ Song Yunshen ]: My advertising space is chargeable, fifty yuan per use, thank you.
[ Zhao Zeheng ]: It's not Thursday today, get lost.
[ Song Yunshen ]: Stingy.
[ Zhao Zeheng ]: (Red envelope)
Song Yunshen raised an eyebrow, immediately clicked to receive, and opened it to find that it really was 50 yuan.
[ Song Yunshen ]: Awesome! Uncle is so generous!
[ Zhao Zeheng ]: Why don't you post it on your WeChat Moments to promote it?
[ Song Yunshen ]: Okay.
Song Yunshen casually posted a message on his WeChat Moments, only to discover that his uncle had also posted one.
The math teacher mentioned on the poster is none other than Song Yunshen's aunt, Ruan Zheng.
These days, it's not officially permitted for in-service teachers to privately offer classes for profit.
However, unless the public reports it, the authorities will not investigate, and the practice of running summer classes to earn extra money is still common.
Ruan Zheng didn't want to be idle during the summer vacation, so she opened a small class to earn some money to supplement her family's income.
A two-hour class costs 100 yuan. With about 20 classes a month and 10 students, that's 20,000 yuan a month.
It's higher than the school's regular salary.
She's being relatively modest; her prices aren't high, and she doesn't take on many students.
Some teachers can teach three or four classes a day and earn tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan in a summer vacation.
However, the risks are also very high, so very few people would do that nowadays.
Just in case, Zhao Zeheng was the one helping his wife promote the business and recruit people, while Ruan Zheng was only responsible for teaching the classes.
But Song Yunshen discovered that his uncle had posted more than just this one on his WeChat Moments; he had previously posted a job advertisement for a screenwriter for short dramas.
This should be the short drama studio that my uncle mentioned before.
Thinking this, Song Yunshen also forwarded it to him; it wasn't a waste of the 50 yuan he received—he proactively offered a buy-one-get-one-free service.
After finishing, Song Yunshen put his phone aside, took out his diary, and began writing in his diary for the day.