Miao Miao Miao couldn’t sleep well all night, shocked by Chuzheng’s unexpected actions.

The next day, she faced the mirror with dark circles furiously applying makeup, while Chuzheng simply washed her face, applied lotion, and was ready to go.

"Aren’t you going to change clothes?"

"Change into what?" Chuzheng looked at her clothes. Aren’t they fine? Why should she change? They have pockets!

Miao Miao Miao: "???"

Miao Miao Miao asked a soul-searching question: "Honey, are you possessed?"

"Yeah, you found out." Should I silence her?

"..." Miao Miao Miao rolled her eyes, clearly doubting: "Stop joking, aren’t you going to wear the clothes you bought earlier?"

The ones I bought earlier...

Those packages?

Chuzheng’s heart trembled. She couldn’t pull those clothes off; they were too girly, not at all matching her high-class, aloof demeanor.

"Didn’t bring them."

"Huh?"

Miao Miao Miao nagged at her from the hotel to the convention site. Luckily, upon arrival, the distractions at the site saved Chuzheng from further trouble.

Chuzheng wasn’t that interested, so she split up from Miao Miao Miao, agreeing on a meeting spot later.

Chuzheng wandered around the convention, the colorful costumes making her dizzy.

She found a place to sit, boringly watching the people pass by.

Close to noon, Miao Miao Miao came over excitedly: "Let’s go eat."

"..."

You’re this hyped about a meal.

Miao Miao Miao pulled Chuzheng outside, waving to someone from afar.

A guy stood there, in a simple t-shirt, looking quite handsome.

Chuzheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, focusing on the person beside him, a man wearing a hat with a camera, casually photographing the crowd.

The camera caught Chuzheng, and the person slowly lowered it.

Their eyes met across the crowd, connecting in the air.

"Senior." Miao Miao Miao dragged Chuzheng to them, calling out crisply.

The guy addressed as senior smiled and patted her head: "Is this your friend?"

"Yes, this is Xiao Chu, we came together." Miao Miao Miao’s face reddened as she introduced, and then turned to Chuzheng: "This is my senior, Shu Wen."

Chuzheng maintained a calm expression, slightly nodding, her gaze drifting to Sang Yu beside him.

Shu Wen graciously introduced: "This is Sang Yu, my friend, a freelance photographer. If you want pictures, you can ask him."

Sang Yu nodded slightly, shifting his gaze elsewhere.

"Really?" Miao Miao Miao didn’t mind Sang Yu’s attitude, excitedly asking Shu Wen.

"Yes, he’s very skilled." Shu Wen assured with a smile: "Absolutely guaranteed."

Miao Miao Miao’s eyes shone: "Great, I was just looking for someone to help me with photos. A recommendation from you is surely reliable."

Shu Wen chuckled: "So, shall we eat first?"

Miao Miao Miao nodded vigorously: "Sure, I’m starving."

Miao Miao Miao discussed with Shu Wen what to eat, then retreated to Chuzheng’s side: "Hehe, what do you think of my senior?"

"Hmm?"

"Isn’t he handsome?"

"He’s okay."

Miao Miao Miao pouted: "What do you mean ’okay,’ isn’t he super handsome?"

Chuzheng paused: "Do you like him?"

Miao Miao Miao admitted readily: "Yes, I wasn’t planning to come this time, but when I heard he was coming, I cleared my schedule especially to be here."

Miao Miao Miao talked herself into excitement: "I didn’t expect senior to remember me, and even pat my head. Omg, I’m going to die of happiness."

Chuzheng: "..."

The dining location was chosen by Shu Wen, and Miao Miao Miao, who ate boldly in front of Chuzheng previously, was now taking tiny bites.

Chuzheng was anxious for her, wanting to stuff her mouth with food.

For Miao Miao Miao to be close to her senior, Chuzheng sat on the left side, with Sang Yu beside her.

Sang Yu hadn’t spoken a word since they met.

It wasn’t that he avoided talking to Chuzheng; he simply hadn’t spoken at all.

Shu Wen probably feared misunderstandings, explaining that this was just his nature, not aimed at anyone.

Miao Miao Miao was so focused on Shu Wen that she didn’t care about Sang Yu.

"How are the school’s promo videos coming along?" Chuzheng asked him actively.

Sang Yu paused, placing the soup spoon down, speaking quietly: "Almost done, will be handed over in a few days."

"That fast?"

"Yeah." Sang Yu responded without modesty: "It’s simple, doesn’t take long."

"Did you do it all by yourself?"

Sang Yu nodded.

Chuzheng casually praised: "That’s pretty impressive."

"Do you two know each other?" Shu Wen overheard Chuzheng talking to Sang Yu, asking curiously.

"Yes, we do." Chuzheng replied.

"Eh?" Shu Wen seemed surprised, then smiled and said: "That’s quite the coincidence, meeting like this."

"It is quite a coincidence." Chuzheng hinted.

Sang Yu glanced at her sideways, pursing his lips, remaining silent and composed.

Only he knew that his heart wasn’t calm right now.

This girl... has a significant impact on him.

After finishing the meal, Shu Wen asked Miao Miao Miao where she was heading. She said she was going for autographs, which coincided with Shu Wen’s plans.

Sang Yu mentioned he would wander around and meet them later.

Of course, Chuzheng wouldn’t follow Miao Miao Miao; she followed Sang Yu herself.

Miao Miao Miao winked at her as she left with Shu Wen, who wanted to say more.

"Following me is boring." Sang Yu remarked: "You should go somewhere else."

Chuzheng casually replied: "It’s not boring to follow you."

Sang Yu’s heart skipped, a surge of emotions bubbling, his blood seemingly boiling, yet she had merely said this sentence.

Sang Yu turned away: "Suit yourself."

"Who are you photographing for?"

"The organizers."

"Oh."

Sang Yu had a lot to shoot, nearly covering all areas, with Chuzheng nonchalantly trailing behind him.

Probably because Sang Yu’s face was hidden by the camera most of the time, few people approached him.

After over two hours of shooting, he glanced back at Chuzheng, heading to a beverage shop.

"What do you want to drink?" Sang Yu asked her.

Chuzheng looked up at the menu, instinctively wanting to choose the most expensive, but reconsidered it wasn’t right, saying: "I’ll have whatever you’re having."

Sang Yu: "..."

Sang Yu ordered two fruit-based drinks and, after receiving them, let Chuzheng choose.

Chuzheng chose the lime flavor, and Sang Yu inserted a straw, handing it to her.

"Thank you."

"No problem." Sang Yu found a place to sit: "Why are you following me?"

"Not doing anything. Can’t I follow?" You didn’t post a sign saying I can’t follow!

Sang Yu: "Following me must have a purpose, no?"

Chuzheng: "Because you are my..." Good Person Card.

Chuzheng suddenly stopped talking, and Sang Yu questioned, puzzled: "What?"

Chuzheng calmly swallowed the words Good Person Card: "I want to ask you to take pictures for me."