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[9]: I never asked you, do you have social anxiety? Remember when we were singing at the bar, and a girl brought you flowers, you didn’t even dare to speak.

[S]: Right, you have social awesomeness, accepting flowers from everyone, even hugging the girls.

Si Fuqing:

Can that be called social awesomeness?

She was just trying not to hurt any girl’s feelings.

The elder Mrs. Zuo was still pleading tearfully behind her.

With a light heart, Si Fuqing rode away on her bike.

In the city center.

A very quiet café.

Su Yang sat in the farthest corner.

He stared at the time on his phone, not blinking, his coffee’s milk cap had melted, and he hadn’t touched it.

A waiter approached, “Sir, would you like a fresh cup? Or perhaps some snacks?”

Su Yang shook his head politely, “No, thank you.”

The waiter retreated, a bit disappointed at failing to strike up a conversation.

Su Yang kept watching the time, growing more restless.

After a while, footsteps stopped in front of him.

He looked up, seeing a very young girl.

Thinking she was another one asking for his contact, his tone grew cold,

“Sorry, I’m busy, not interested, don’t need anything.”

“Ahem, Ahem!” Si Fuqing slightly lowered her mask, her fox-like eyes twinkling, “Little Brother Su, you’re getting better at rejecting girls, big brother is proud!”

This familiar tone made Su Yang’s pupils shrink sharply, “You!”

“It’s your big brother.” Si Fuqing confirmed, “No mix-up, absolutely not.”

Su Yang remained silent.

After a few seconds, he began to question his existence.

A few more seconds passed, and his worldview completely collapsed, leaving him in a standby mode.

“Hey? Hey?” Si Fuqing put her mask back on and waved her hand in front of him, “Did you just power down? You didn’t used to have this symptom, did

After a long silence, Su Yang’s sharp gaze finally locked onto her, and he asked,

“Are you immortal? Or a mutant?”

“I’d love to stay forever young,” Si Fuqing sat down, “but unfortunately, I’m not. ”

“You didn’t look like this before.” Su Yang’s voice was cold, “We haven’t seen each other for six years, haven’t been in contact for three, and you look even younger than me.”

Si Fuqing bluffed, “I was in disguise back then. What you saw was a fake face.

Actually, I am quite young…”

“Okay, you were in disguise, with a fake face, but your body is still yours, right?” Su Yang nodded, half amused, half frustrated, “Let’s do the math, six years ago, you were twelve. Did you even hit your puberty at that time?” Si Fuqing:

She wasn’t sure if this was a compliment on her figure or a criticism.

“Just, well, some things can’t be explained,” Si Fuqing fell silent, “Anyway, I, as an individual, haven’t changed.”

“Fine, I believe you.” Su Yang’s eyes lifted, his words deliberate, “I’ve said, as long as it’s you, I’ll believe.”

He had always been frail since childhood, wandering abroad.

It was following several nomadic artists that he entered the world of music, learning the drums and guitar bass.

When he first met Si Fuqing, he was only sixteen, working in various bars overseas to survive and earn tuition fees for two people.

It was Si Fuqing who rescued him when he was surrounded by a group of foreign thugs, and she even sponsored his high school education.

Later, when the bar was blown up by drug dealers, he had to find new work.

Until three years ago, all news from Si Fuqing had completely stopped.

Knowing she was from Great Xia, he came to look for her but found no trace of her.

Life is so short, and there are so few life-and-death friendships.

Si Fuqing was slightly taken aback.

“Alright.” She smiled, “Then, are you interested in helping a few dream-chasing youngsters achieve their dreams?”

Su Yang looked up, “Youth With You?”

Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow, “You know?”

Su Yang pressed his temples, somewhat agitated, “You think I don’t go online and don’t know you’re a mentor?”

Si Fuqing blinked innocently, “I saw it in your forum. Your fans say you’re young but live like an old man, and you don’t even know how to use Weibo..”