After picking up a system

When she returned to the dormitory, there was still half an hour before the lights were turned off. Ling Han took a shower and before going in, she pointed at the things divided into two piles and told her roommate that she could eat whatever she wanted from the left, but she had to wait until she came out for the ones on the right.

After lights out, everyone in the dormitory was busy brushing their teeth and rinsing their mouths. After everyone went to bed, they had time to gossip. Ling Han told Lu Zhiyao about his outing today in almost every detail. The people in the same dormitory didn't know what to say for a moment.

They are all Ling Han's seniors, and now they are juniors. Of course, they are familiar with the male protagonist, but they are full of pity for the female protagonist, who is another poor person who is too deeply involved in the play. You know, the central air-conditioning type of scumbag is the most deadly.

Lu Zhiyao was too nice to everyone, so some people who had been rejected but still had fantasies thought it was possible. After many rejections, they turned evil and began to discredit Lu Zhiyao, and even joined forces with others.

As for Lu Zhiyao, he didn't care about these at all. The rumors grew more and more intense. After two or three years, although not everyone in the school knew about it, his reputation had become bad. Despite his bad reputation, there were still people who continued to spread the rumors.

There are still people who know the truth. After asking the real owner, they saw that he was calm and thought he had a big trick up his sleeve, so they just kept a spectator's mindset, and then found out that he didn't. This real owner is really a weirdo.

In the days that followed, Ling Han still couldn't find Lu Zhiyao, and he continued with his studies. The two were in the same school, but had no intersection.

In the second year, Ling Han achieved good results in his major and was led by his teacher to enter the studio.

On April 23rd, Ling Han repeatedly emphasized that Lu Zhiyao must make time for it. Lu Zhiyao was just finishing up a project he was working on, and was not in a hurry to take on the next one because he remembered that someone's birthday was coming up.

Last month, on Lu Zhiyao's birthday, Ling Han prepared a surprise for him, saying that it would be given to him this month. Lu Zhiyao couldn't understand the little girl's thoughts.

But you can't be vague about the gifts for little girls. Your status as a brother is gone. If you don't make your presence felt, you might just be a stranger in her eyes.

Then Lu Zhiyao waited at the school gate early in the morning with gifts in hand. When Ling Han arrived, he simply grabbed him and ran away.

Ling Han had already planned for this day. The location, time, atmosphere, everything seemed to be ready.

The arrangement of the process is also very tight, as if everything that was not possible or inconvenient to say in the past can be expressed today.

Eating dinner and receiving gifts, Ling Han looked extremely excited for what would happen next, and Lu Zhiyao became excited as well.

Ling Han brought people to a famous sanctuary for lovers. It was a bridge over a river that connected the suburbs and the city, but it didn't have much of a suburban feel. Traffic was convenient, neon lights were flashing, and there were many passers-by.

Lu Zhiyao seemed to understand a little bit, and seemed to have always understood it.

Ling Han was rarely a little nervous. He put his hands holding the gift box behind his back, clasping them together and then unclenching them in a tangled way.

The two looked at each other in silence. They were just lovers and passers-by, and seemed to be accustomed to this kind of situation. They stayed for a while for the sake of their looks and then left.

Ling Han prepared himself mentally before he raised his head and said firmly, "Didn't I say I would give you a surprise on your birthday last month? Now the surprise is here!" He paused, and seemed a little embarrassed, "Would you like a girlfriend?"

Lu Zhiyao was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Okay! Where is the person?" He looked around as he spoke.

Suddenly, it was self-evident and reasonable. Ling Han remained silent. He didn't know whether he felt more relieved or more regretful.

Neither of them spoke for a long time. The answers to the questions were already tacitly understood. The silence at this moment seemed to be digesting the thoughts while giving each other time to organize their words.

Ling Han was in a daze. In fact, over the years, she herself had questioned her feelings for Lu Zhiyao. Lan Xu always said that she was just competing for Lu Zhiyuan's favor, but it seemed that this was not the reason.

It's so strange, why do I feel that I will be different? This idea is so narcissistic. I am speechless.

The breeze from the river made the atmosphere more relaxed. Without talking, the relationship seemed to be able to return to the way it was before. Ling Han: I suddenly feel unhappy. Woohoo, my heart is still a little hurt.

There was a commotion not far away, attracting their attention. They looked at each other and walked over there. A person sat on the railing of the bridge, and a semicircle formed three meters away from her. Lu Zhiyao, with his height advantage, could see the person inside clearly, and lowered his head to say to Ling Han, "It's Yu Chen."

Ling Han nodded, and Yu Chen entered E University, which was not far from D University, with good art exam results. Although he originally wanted to apply to E University because he wanted to pursue Lu Zhiyao, he did not pester her after being rejected.

Seeing that Yu Chen had no reaction to the persuasion of the people around him, Ling Han took Lu Zhiyao and slowly squeezed in by saying "We know each other."

Then two people suddenly stood in the semicircle.

A person appeared in Yu Hong's field of vision. He suddenly became agitated and shrank back. Everyone was scared and used all kinds of interjections.

Ling Han and the other person stopped and coordinated with each other, one talking while the other slowly approached from the blind spot.

Ling Han attracted Yu Hong's attention: "Yu Hong, what's wrong with you? Why do you want to sit here?" In fact, as people from the same city and the same class, they almost knew some things. Just like Yu Hong, Ling Han also heard about what happened to her.

When Yu Chen saw who the person was, he was no longer so agitated. He loosened his grip on the railing a little, his expression seemed a little numb, and he didn't say anything.

Ling Han started to talk a lot, and Yu Chen just listened. She had heard a lot of things like life is beautiful and there are many things worth doing recently. Maybe she felt that she was going to die soon, so she was extra patient.

The people around also cooperated. Some had already called the police, and the police were on the way. Some were recording videos with their mobile phones, but they kept the sound within a certain range.

Ling Han tried to take a step forward, but Yu Chen said in a hoarse voice, "Don't come over here, just stand there and talk." Ling Han said okay and stepped back.

Ling Han saw from the corner of his eye that Lu Zhiyao was almost approaching, so he suddenly stepped forward. Yu Hong reflexively screamed and let go of his hand, and his body began to fall backwards. Lu Zhiyao pulled him aside, and Ling Han also stepped forward to hold down the moving person.

They bumped into each other and pushed the man to the ground, both of them looked a little embarrassed. The people around them applauded and some came forward to help. A quick horn sounded, and the crowd dispersed. The three people in the middle were still tangled on the ground. The two pulled Yu Hong, whose legs were weak, to the side. Seeing that time was running out, Ling Han burst out with the greatest strength of his life and pushed the two men forward fiercely.

Ling Han was carried forward by the front of the car, hit the railing hard and fell down, and the front of the car was stuck at an angle on the side of the bridge.