Looking through each one, surprisingly, they were all first prizes and excellent student awards, and the name on them was actually Song Weidong. Su Xiaoxiao was a bit dumbfounded. Wasn’t he supposed to be an academic underachiever like her? Who knew he was actually a fake underachiever. The original owner’s poor grades were genuinely poor, but Song Weidong’s were clearly deliberate. In his old high school, he was first in his grade every year; how could he suddenly be at the bottom after transferring? It was obvious he must have done it on purpose. Su Xiaoxiao was staring at the awards on the wall in a daze when the door was suddenly knocked on twice lightly. She quickly cracked the door open, Song Weidong’s face immediately turned to the side, and he squeezed a set of clothes through the gap: "These clothes belong to my mom, just make do with them for now." Su Xiaoxiao reached out to take them, her fingers inadvertently brushing against Song Weidong’s, and his face turned red as if burned, swiftly pulling his hand back. She couldn’t help but click her tongue; who knew this guy, who usually acted so carefree, was actually quite innocent. Song Weidong found her an orange-toned outfit. The top was an orange floral shirt, and the bottom was an orange skirt. Su Xiaoxiao compared the size against herself; it seemed to fit her, but... Even her undershirt was soaked through, and the clothes Song Weidong gave her were just outerwear; summer clothes are very thin, and if she didn’t wear an undershirt, she’d definitely be exposed. If only there were a hairdryer. At that thought, her eyes suddenly lit up. Wasn’t the new interface in her game shop unlocked a long time ago? If she remembered correctly, she could buy a hairdryer there. She hurriedly opened the shop and swiped twice, sure enough, finding a hairdryer. The city had electricity at the moment, so she didn’t need to worry about the hairdryer’s power source. Su Xiaoxiao quickly dried her undershirt with the hairdryer, feeling warm all over after putting it on. Song Weidong paced back and forth at the door, waiting a long time without the door opening, starting to feel anxious. Just then, the door made a soft click, and Su Xiaoxiao walked out wearing the orange outfit. Her skin was already very fair, and wearing that color made her skin look even more porcelain-like and translucent. A small, delicate face, her features radiant and enchanting, her clear eyes seemed to hold starlight, sparkling as she looked at people. She usually wore old, dull clothes, not noticeable in her beauty, but with a change of outfit, she suddenly looked like a film star stepping out of the TV. Song Weidong was momentarily stunned by her appearance. Realizing his lapse, he quickly coughed lightly, diverting his gaze: "You can just wear this skirt out; my mom has more clothes than she can wear." The rain outside had gradually stopped at this point, making Song Weidong feel somewhat uncomfortable as he spoke. He hadn’t felt this way before, but now, standing next to Su Xiaoxiao, he unexpectedly felt a bit nervous. Updates are released by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝓷𝓮𝓽 Su Xiaoxiao smiled at him: "Thank you, Song. I have some things to do, so I’ll go first. I’ll treat you to a meal another day." She packed away her old clothes and then said, "I’ll wash these clothes and return them to you another day." "There’s really no need, and..." Song Weidong became even more nervous under her bright, watery gaze. Quickly looking away, he wanted to say that his mom hadn’t really worn those clothes since buying them, and she might have forgotten about them. But on second thought, if she were to return the clothes, it would be another chance for them to meet, and his heart unexpectedly felt a bit cheerful. After a while, he nodded slightly: "Okay, I’ll walk you out." They stepped outside, and the rain had already stopped. The county town’s streets were still dirt roads, which became pitted and muddy after rain. They carefully chose the firmer spots to walk out of the alley. Reaching the main road, the path was much easier, and Su Xiaoxiao waved at Song Weidong: "Song, see me off to here. See you another day." As she spoke, she gave Song Weidong a sweet smile, waved, and turned to leave. Song Weidong watched her departing figure until she was completely out of sight, then retraced his steps home. As soon as he got home, he ran into his mother, Li Wanru, who had just returned from work, Li Wanru was also drenched and paused when she saw him: "Weidong, where have you been?" Song Weidong ignored her, heading straight to his room and closing the door. The room still retained the faint, pleasant floral scent from the young girl. Song Weidong sat on the bed for a while, then got up, went to the desk, pulled out a sketchbook from the drawer, and the image of Su Xiaoxiao in her vibrant dress quickly came to mind. His slender and strong fingers held a pencil and swiftly sketched on the blank paper, soon bringing out the image of a sweetly smiling girl. Song Weidong looked at the girl’s likeness on the paper, his fingers inadvertently touching her eyes, feeling a slight stir in his heart. At this moment, someone knocked on his door. His mother, Li Wanru’s voice came from the doorway: "Weidong, did you just go into my room? Did you see the new orange outfit I bought? The floral shirt and matching skirt." Song Weidong frowned, having just let Su wear that outfit. Moreover, in his heart, he thought Su Xiaoxiao suited those clothes more than his mom did. He put the sketchbook back in the drawer, got up, and opened the door, his tone indifferent: "Didn’t see it." As the door opened, Li Wanru caught a faint scent in the room, frowning: "Has someone been in your room?" As she spoke, she pushed past Song Weidong, looking around the room, only relaxing once she found nothing. "Weidong, your main task now is to study well; other things can wait," she said, her gaze falling on the partially open desk drawer, her face growing stern as she walked over in large strides. Before Song Weidong could react, she had already reached out to pull it open: "Who is the person in this drawing?" Looking at the young girl in the sketchbook, Li Wanru’s eyebrows furrowed deeply. Song Weidong snatched his book back, his tone flat: "Just a random drawing." Li Wanru shot him a suspicious look but eventually just sighed: "Keep your sketchbook away; if your father sees it, he’ll be furious again." Father Song was determined for Song Weidong to inherit his mantle or enter politics, and from a young age, Song Weidong had been very promising with excellent grades. He’d always had high hopes for his only son. But later, once, he unexpectedly discovered that his son was secretly drawing all along, even expressing a desire to become an artist in the future. In his eyes, drawing was just an unrespectable amateur hobby. He had seen many high-minded artists live in destitution due to a lack of stable income. As a child of the Song Family, it was impossible for him to allow his only son to become an artist. In a fit of rage, he burned all of Song Weidong’s art supplies and sketchbooks, forcing him to promise never to draw again. Recalling this, Song Weidong’s eyes darkened, and he replied softly, "Okay." Elsewhere, Su Xiaoxiao arrived at the agreed spot, where Li Zhenhua was already waiting, his face full of anxiety.