Before, Wen Xuecha had always been absent from exams, and the tablet would constantly remind her to take make-up exams, and even force a pop-up page.
In the end, Wen Xuecha took the make-up exam, received an admission letter from Qimingxing High School, and came to this new copy.
Su Qingyu ignored what she wrote.
Zhuang Xiaodie saw Su Qingyu's raised mouth corners, and then saw the girl in the opposite school bus, and asked curiously: "Qingyu, do you know the girl in the opposite bus?"
"I know him, but not very well." Su Qingyu pinched Zhuang Xiaodie's little face, "I have very few friends, you are the only one, and the rest are either cannon fodder or bad fate."
The vehicle started again, and Wen Xuecha watched Su Qingyu leave unwillingly.
After two stops, you will arrive at Qingchong subway station.
Su Qingyu and Zhuang Xiaodie got off the car, and their school uniforms disappeared, replaced by the clothes they wore at the beginning.
There is an open space covered with weeds all around.
The entrance to the subway station is covered by a dilapidated fence, and a faded station name sign can be vaguely seen, which reads "Qingchong Subway Station".
The nearby street lights were off, and the subway station was the only source of light.
"Xiaodie, we may have to part here."
"Ah? Why?" Zhuang Xiaodie opened her eyes wide in disbelief. She took Su Qingyu's hand and shook it gently. "We can just take the subway home together. I don't want to be separated from you. Can you come and stay at my house?"
Su Qingyu smiled faintly and said: "This subway is probably a new copy." M..
"Then we can also clear the level together, just like we did at Morningstar High School."
Su Qingyu shook her head gently, her beautiful hair falling smoothly on her shoulders like a black waterfall, her hair dancing in the breeze.
"That also depends on how many people are in the dungeon."
Zhuang Xiaodie's eyes instantly turned red. She understood that if this subway was a new copy, then they would most likely be separated on the road ahead.
She lowered her head sadly: "Qingyu, I don't know if I can survive without you."
Su Qingyu immediately patted her on the shoulder and encouraged her: "Of course you can do it. Don't forget, you cleared the [Sweet Home] dungeon by yourself."
Seeing that Zhuang Xiaodie remained silent, Su Qingyu took out the tribute card, picked out a Richard Miller R055 watch from it, and threw it into the air.
Then, she put the silver-white watch on Zhuang Xiaodie's slender wrist and said with a smile, "If you become rich and powerful, don't forget me.
I am now fulfilling my promise and giving you a watch.
Remember, the time in the copy is likely to be contaminated, but the watch I gave you will not.
If you are unsure of the time, use the watch I gave you as an example."
When Zhuang Xiaodie saw the valuable watch and remembered that it appeared out of thin air, she said in shock: "Qingyu, this is not the tribute you burned at the beginning, right?"
"How clever."
Zhuang Xiaodie scratched her hair in annoyance: "Ah, you reminded me at the time, but I only burned a bunch of books!"
The two stayed at the subway entrance for a while, until the sun gradually disappeared in the sky, and then they walked into the depths of the subway together tacitly.
If we don’t say goodbye, it’s not separation.