45: I bought an extra copy of Chapter 45, I'll give it to you.

The next day.

Zhao Qingyan arrived a bit later than usual.

But that was nothing strange, because almost no one in the classroom was reading or reviewing; they were all chatting and killing time.

Tomorrow was the holiday, and the day after was the College Entrance Exam.

Still reading?

As if anyone could actually focus on that.

"Here, you write in them one by one. A whole pile of people are waiting for your autograph."

Shen Weiyue placed a stack of graduation albums on her desk, rubbed his sore wrist, and continued to write furiously with his head down.

Zhao Qingyan frowned, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"What are you standing there for? Write! We've been classmates, after all; you should leave some memories behind."

When Shen Weiyue looked up, he saw her reading what he had written, so he quickly covered it with his hand: "Why are you reading mine? You need to write your own."

"So what if I look? Stingy." Zhao Qingyan retorted, picked up a pen, found a blank page, and finished one album in a flurry of writing.

It took less than ten seconds in total, leaving Shen Weiyue shocked.

He looked closely and saw the Fox had only written eight characters: "Wishing you a bright future — Zhao Qingyan."

Without waiting for him to say anything more, Zhao Qingyan picked up the next one and repeated the process, finishing it quickly.

That whole pile of graduation albums was finished in less than five minutes in this manner.

Her style was so crude, it was outrageous.

"What are you looking at!"

"You… never mind. The one in my hand is Ning Xi's. She went out for something. Write a bit more carefully in a moment; she counts as your good friend, after all. Being too perfunctory will hurt her feelings."

"So that's the reason you've been racking your brain and still haven't finished writing?"

"Nonsense! Finished, here you go."

Shen Weiyue handed over Ning Xi's graduation album. This time, Zhao Qingyan didn't just brush it off; she actually thought for a while before writing a passage.

When she was done, she pointed at the pile of albums: "Alright, finished."

Shen Weiyue understood what she meant, so he gathered the pile of albums and returned them to their owners' desks one by one.

After he finished distributing the albums and returned to his seat, he saw Zhao Qingyan fidgeting and looking uncomfortable, as if her butt were itchy. Just as he was about to ask her what was wrong, she suddenly pulled out a brand-new graduation album and shoved it toward him:

"Write in this for me."

"???" Shen Weiyue was stunned. "Weren't you not interested?"

"Just write when I tell you to, why so many words?" Zhao the Fox actually blushed.

Shen Weiyue found it extremely rare and looked at her with a half-smile, which made her uncomfortable, so she poked him with the pen tip: "Write!"

"Fox, you… pfft, hahaha…"

Shen Weiyue witnessed a vivid display of a girl saying one thing while meaning another and couldn't help but laugh out loud, making Zhao Qingyan so angry she wanted to snatch the album back.

"Screw writing, don't write anymore."

"No, I'll write, I'll write…"

Shen Weiyue held the album down firmly, then quickly opened to the first page and wrote a passage without a second thought:

"To Zhao the Fox: Do you remember the story of the Little Prince? He wandered in the sea of stars, met a fox who helped him grow, and eventually returned to the side of his beloved rose. I feel like he is a mirror image of me. I was lost in the sea of learning, met a fox who helped me grow, and thus found the strength to chase my dreams. How fortunate it is to meet in this world; I was lucky to meet you, and it was destined to be unforgettable for a lifetime. People say growing up is like broken glass scattered on the ground; we are both walking forward barefoot, but even so, we must be strong. The Little Prince will find that blooming star. You and I will also find that beam of light in our lives! — From Stupid Donkey."

Although there weren't many words, the weight of them was quite heavy.

Zhao Qingyan took the album back and actually shoved it directly into her schoolbag, not passing it back for others to write in.

Shen Weiyue was about to persuade her otherwise, but saw her pull out another unopened graduation album and place it in front of him.

"For you."

"What do you mean?"

"The first one I bought, I don't like it much. Do you want it? If not, I'm throwing it away."

"Oh, yes, I want it, I want it."

Shen Weiyue took the black-covered graduation album and, remembering her white one from just a moment ago, how could he not guess that this was specially gifted to him?

Although this Fox had a sharp tongue, she was beautiful and kind-hearted.

He unwrapped it and was about to ask her to write first, but Zhao Qingyan said: "I'll write last, let others write first."

Shen Weiyue didn't think much of it and passed the album to the back, shouting: "Handsome guys, beautiful ladies, show off your talents and help me write one too, please!"

"We respectfully obey Sect Leader Yue's orders!"

One smart-aleck replied, and the others followed suit, shouting in unison: "We respectfully obey Sect Leader Yue's orders!"

"Damn…"

Shen Weiyue cursed with a smile and sat down.

By the time Ning Xi returned, everyone had already finished writing. As soon as she sat down, she saw Shen Weiyue handing her the album: "Little Xi, help me write one."

"Huh? Don't you not have a graduation album? I was just saying I'd buy you one; now that's money wasted…"

Ning Xi gloomily pulled out a lake-blue covered graduation album, which she had just bought outside the school.

Zhao Qingyan suddenly turned her head, looking at the album, then looked at Shen Weiyue, curious about how this Donkey planned to handle such an awkward situation.

"For me?" Shen Weiyue's eyes lit up, and he happily took it.

"Great, it's not a waste at all. Look, my current one only has the blank page left for you. I was just thinking of buying a new one to go find the teachers to write in. Yours came just at the right time, thank you so much."

"Huh? You still want to find the teachers to write in it?"

"Yeah, the kindness of teachers is unforgettable, I must have them write!" Shen Weiyue insisted, shoving the black one Zhao Qingyan had given him into her hands: "Little Xi, you write in this one for me first, I'm going to find the teachers."

He took the lake-blue covered album, carefully wrote his name on the cover, and then left the classroom lightheartedly.

Seeing this, Ning Xi turned from worry to joy, and with two shallow dimples, happily went to leave a message for Shen Weiyue.

Zhao Qingyan clenched her fist inwardly, having to admire how fast Shen the Donkey reacted.

She thought he would be flustered in the face of such an awkward situation, but she didn't expect this guy to find another way without even thinking, and the excuse he found was so high-sounding that no one could find fault with it.

This cunning donkey really had a grasp on handling worldly affairs.

"Sigh, compared to him, I am indeed not good at this." Zhao the Fox sighed faintly in her heart.

She took out her own, and not wanting Ning Xi to see what Shen Weiyue had written, she flipped directly to the back and handed it to her: "Help me write one too."

"Wow, great, Qingyan, you've finally come around. Master Shen was right yesterday; we are all classmates after all." Ning Xi hurriedly took it and asked, "Has everyone else finished writing?"

Zhao Qingyan said indifferently: "No one else, just you two."

"Oh."

Ning Xi stuck out her tongue, secretly thinking she had been shallow.

Zhao Qingyan was Zhao Qingyan; she had been aloof for the past few years, so how could she suddenly become one of the crowd?

Being able to let her and Shen Weiyue write was already quite good.

She actually really wanted to see what Shen Weiyue had written to Zhao Qingyan, but Zhao the Fox was watching the whole time, so she couldn't flip through it and could only honestly leave her message.

When Ning Xi finished writing and returned it to Zhao Qingyan, she suddenly noticed that Zhao Qingyan's album and Shen Weiyue's were the same brand, and even a black-and-white pair, so she became suspicious.

Could Shen Weiyue's graduation album have been gifted by Zhao Qingyan?

That shouldn't be, impossible!

She shook her head to shake off this absurd thought.

Zhao Qingyan couldn't possibly do such a boring thing; it must be a coincidence, they must have bought them at the same store.

Ning Xi stopped overthinking and focused on composing her message.