Why can't people get along with each other in a less secular and utilitarian way?
Lu Yanhe was upset.
Recording the show with these people today is the most unforgettable night for him since he came into this world.
Lu Yanhe was in a bad mood, but as soon as he went out and saw Li Zhibai and Yan Liang looking at him through the car window, all his bad mood disappeared.
He trotted down the steps and got into the car.
"Why did you come to pick me up?" Lu Yanhe chuckled, "We're good friends."
Yan Liang said, "Li Zhi said you might not be able to get a taxi so late at night, so he came to pick you up."
Li Zhibai snorted and said, "It has nothing to do with me. Yan Liang has been asking why you haven't come back yet. If I don't come out, he will keep pestering me until who knows how long. That's why I hurriedly dragged him over."
Lu Yanhe nodded solemnly. "Whatever you say, I'm very touched. Thank you, brothers."
"Get lost." Li Zhibai sneered, "Let's go."
He released the handbrake, shifted gears, stepped on the accelerator, and drove onto the road.
It's really early morning.
The dark night is illuminated by the city's night lights, making it look like a mirage.
Lu Yanhe yawned and said, "I'm sleepy."
"Of course you're sleepy. You only slept for a few hours yesterday and stayed up late again today," Li Zhibai said. "Why don't you just ask for leave tomorrow morning and have a good rest."
"I can't. It's already September, and the college entrance exam is just a few days away. I'm under so much pressure that I can't even take a day off."
"Are you really planning to pass the college entrance exam and go to university?"
"Otherwise, why would I work so hard every day?" Lu Yanhe sighed, "Isn't this the only path I can take?"
"You have received an invitation to record a program, so you should have more work here gradually, right?" Yan Liang said.
"I don't hold out for that. If the company really thought I could ride on this wave of success, why would they not even provide a driver or an assistant when I'm filming a show? They're forcing me to do everything myself?" Lu Yanhe chuckled. "I need to be more rational and stop daydreaming."
Yan Liang opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he really didn't seem to know what to say in this situation. He hesitated for a moment, then gave up and closed his mouth again.
"You've become a completely different person this month. What's the matter? Did you really wake up from the choking when you fell into the water?"
"About the same."
"That's good too. It was worth it for you to fall into the water." Li Zhibai nodded and praised.
"hehe."
Lu Yanhe closed his eyes and laughed.
He didn't know why, but at this moment he suddenly had a sense of reality, a sense of reality about this world.
He sat in Li Zhibai's car, talking to the two of them, and actually felt a little at ease.
Be it Li Zhibai or Yan Liang, they both bypassed his vigilance and precautions against this world, and he accepted them unconsciously at some point.
So, I admitted with peace of mind that I seemed like a different person this month. I was no longer guilty or nervous, and smiled calmly.
"You two should work harder and don't get eliminated. I don't want to spend another three years adapting to having someone else as my roommate," said Li Zhibai.
Yan Liang: "I want to, too."
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Because he had applied hairspray and foundation, Lu Yanhe couldn't go to bed directly. He had to wash it off before going to bed.
I was so sleepy that my eyelids felt as heavy as if they were weighed down by lead. I fell asleep as soon as I touched the pillow.
That night, in a troubled dream, he saw himself standing on the stage and singing. He sang easily and freely, not nervous at all, and completely enjoyed the stage. The audience sang along with him, as if everyone could sing his songs.
He was immersed in this distorted dream bubble, and then was disturbed by the sound of dripping rain.
The colorful stage was overlapped by mottled black shadows.
He woke up suddenly and sat up.
What time is it?!
Why hasn't the alarm gone off yet?!
Lu Yanhe turned his head to look out the window. It was dark and hazy, and it was really raining.
I don’t know what’s going on, but it always rains in the mornings lately.
He picked up his phone and checked the time. It was just after six o'clock, and there was still half an hour before the alarm went off.
He had originally set his alarm clock back half an hour from six o'clock, hoping to sleep a little longer, but unexpectedly, his biological clock had already been conditioned, and even if he stayed up so late, he would still wake up with a splitting headache as if he had a hangover.
He staggered out of bed to wash his face and brush his teeth.
When he came out, his eyes were dull and his head looked like a chicken coop. Yan Liang, who came out of the room, saw him and gave him a heartfelt thumbs up.
"You're awesome." Yan Liang's throat was hoarse.
Lu Yanhe yawned and said to himself, "It's all my own fault."
I wet my hair and combed it hard a few times, and finally it wasn't so frizzy anymore.
Let it go.
Lu Yanhe went out holding an umbrella.
Everything is as usual.
He still took the bus to school. The recording of the artist's program last night was over, and he was still the senior high school student who tried hard to avoid the morning rush hour every day.
When Lu Yanhe thought about having to record a show tomorrow night, he felt tired all over.
It was just one recording session, and it felt like a sledgehammer had hit him hard. If this continued for a long time, he felt like he was going to collapse.
But if the opportunity really comes, can he make a choice?
At this time, rationality is always difficult to overcome his greed of wanting to have his cake and eat it too.
Because these opportunities have not yet reached the point where he can give them up without feeling sad or regretful.
I can only say that fortunately tomorrow's program is a workplace observation program. There is no rehearsal, and it does not require him to record for a long time. It can be recorded in the afternoon and can be completed at six or seven in the evening. The whole process only requires him to watch some clips of ordinary people's workplace survival in the studio, react, and express some thoughts. It is relatively simple.
If it was still a program that required advance preparation and rehearsal, he really didn't know what to do.
When he arrived at school, Lu Yanhe took out his English notebook, went through the knowledge points and new vocabulary he had sorted out over the past two days, and then reviewed the geography and climate knowledge points he had sorted out before.
The liberal arts have a very obvious feature, these knowledge points have to be reviewed over and over again, otherwise someone like him who has no previous accumulation will memorize them that night and forget them the next day without really understanding them, it will be purely rote memorization.
It was Helan who told him in the live broadcast room that these points in the three liberal arts subjects must be read over and over again, memorized, and then understood, so that those things will slowly be built into a logical framework.
Many science students think that liberal arts are illogical, and Lu Yanhe had the same impression before, but if you really want to get high scores, you actually have to understand the logic behind it.
For example, what were the main reasons for the fall of each dynasty? Why did they become the main reasons? Why did the main reasons for the fall of each dynasty vary? How did the differences come about? Why did these differences exist? What were the economic, political, and cultural factors that led to these differences?
Lu Yanhe was organizing and thinking at the same time, and gradually he felt some interesting places. It was no longer a simple and boring historical record.
