Cheng Huai never imagined that one day, he would be carried down the mountain by a city girl.
Now, he was being carried on her shoulder, his uneasy expression hidden by the darkening sky. He was, after all, a country boy, and this was the first time he'd felt so embarrassed.
"You've got quite a bit of strength."
Qiann Yan: "Not bad, carrying someone like you is no problem."
Cheng Huai: It's not just no problem — it seems easy for her. She'd probably have no issue carrying another one.
People really misunderstood city kids, as they turned out to be even stronger than country kids.
"Actually... this show isn't great. I don't think you all are bad; you don't need this show to transform you." After a while, Cheng Huai said, "Everyone has their own strengths, and that's precious."
Qiann Yan, surprised: "Are you a top student?"
"You could say that."
"That's so much better than those fools who only know how to randomly shoot and edit."
