Seize opportunities and timing is a technical job

  The so-called special training of the landlord actually means nothing else. Doing yoga, chatting, doing yoga, chatting in an infinite loop mode is repeated every Sunday.

  The landlord is a health enthusiast, although he looks like the word "health" has nothing to do with him. However, his room is surprisingly equipped with many fitness equipment and the food in the refrigerator is all natural green plants.

  Despite being so particular about health, this person always gives the impression of being very unhealthy. According to him, having such a contrast is quite cute? I almost spat out the tea I was drinking but since the handsome guy was there, I forced myself to swallow it back down.

  Apart from the yoga class on Sundays, my daily life has not had much ups and downs. Still attending classes as usual, after school I would have a cup of tea with Kang Hui, then head to the ballet club where I would perform high-difficulty movements surrounded by the mother leopards, and finally drag my tired body back home.

  This day is just another ordinary day among countless others. Rarely, the couple next door isn't home, and I can finally get a good sleep, but as soon as I try to fall asleep, I become wide awake instead. I'm too lazy to sit up again - when did I start becoming so lazy? I reach out to grab the small mirror on my desk and take a look at my face; it's pale, but extremely haggard. What have I done over these four years, what have I learned, what have I gained - these frighteningly realistic questions keep repeating in my mind like a whirlpool, swirling around, twisting and turning, leaving me utterly confused. Every day is just a repetition of the same things, never thinking about creating something or changing anything, just passing the days by. Looking back on the past four years, most of the scenes only have me alone in them. Ah, yes, I'm alone, a solitary person. The grand ambitions I had when I first entered school - to make 100 friends, to actively participate in various clubs and make my life rich and enjoyable - none of those plans came to fruition. All I remember is being dragged into the complicated relationships between women, getting hurt by them, thinking we could be good friends but ending up as toxic friends who only wish not to appear in any corner of my life; the dreams that were supposed to bloom when I joined the ballet club - all popped like bubbles the moment I entered the lioness's den. It turns out that all along, I've been wasting time, holding onto unknown hopes and expectations, the difference between my beautiful ideas and reality as vast as the gap between the dessert photos on a menu and the actual dish served. The imaginary world is always radiant, dazzling, and alluring, but in reality, I only managed to achieve a tiny part of it, at an extremely heavy cost. I've spent my irretrievable youth and energy on trivial matters that could have been changed if only I had dared to take action.

  I took a glance under the bed and saw that the landlord and the handsome ramen shop owner had left me a large number of donuts. I was about to go down, but they looked so sweet. However, I'm not fond of sweets, so why did I accept them? It's just that I wanted to prove that someone cares about me too, and satisfy my vanity.

  I started peeling off the donuts, ah, so sweet, damn it, really sweet, I feel like vomiting. Being alone for too long, without anyone to talk to, makes me prone to wild thoughts, and that's probably what's happening now. As I stuff my mouth with donuts, I can feel the warm, wet temperature on both cheeks, I hate myself, what have I done, how useless am I? The brilliant campus life I envisioned versus the dull gray daily routine in reality, I'm like a mouse in the basement, yearning for light but stuck in the dark.

  After finishing the donut, I rushed out of the house. No matter what, I felt like I would collapse if I stayed in that small space any longer. The streets were empty in the evening, even the vendors who set up stalls on the ground had already packed up and left, now it's dark, why rush back home?

  When I was passing by the Hehua River Bridge, I saw Kang Hua and her boyfriend. They seemed busy taking selfies in the sunset and didn't notice me. I thought of running over to be their photographer, but feeling embarrassed, I pretended not to see them and walked past. As I passed by their side, I took a glance, Kang Hua was smiling happily, please keep being like this, I silently wished for them in my heart.

  "Huh? It's you."

  "Ah, good evening? It's Gongyang Xuezhang."

  "This is the first time I've heard of 'good evening' being said like that."

  "Haha, gotta ask about the time frame properly."

  "Don't you have class today?"

  "Uh-huh, yeah. How about you?"

  "Just look at my schedule and you'll know. I'm really exhausted."

  So that's how it is, Gong Yang has always been the type of person who excels in everything. He is needed wherever he goes, and ah, actually he is the ultimate form of life that I have always yearned for.

  "After all, you're great, and everyone needs you."

  "Hmm, I think they're just trying to take advantage of my brain and body. Many things can be done by oneself, but instead, they want others to do it for them, being lazy and taking the easy way out, this kind of behavior really gets on my nerves."

  "Yes, at this age, you should learn to be independent."

  "I'm tired and hungry now, by the way have you had dinner?"

  "Ah..., I just ate a whole bunch of donuts and they're still digesting."

  "That sweet stuff is bad for your body if you eat too much of it, and that's not a proper dinner anyway. I was thinking that if you hadn't eaten yet, we could go grab something to eat together, but looking at your current state, maybe some other time."

  Gang Yang's classmate was always straightforward and efficient, after simply wrapping things up he strode away.

  What's wrong with me, why am I giving up on myself?

  After saying goodbye to He Jiong and Yang, I walked back and forth for another hour, the donuts in my stomach were almost digested, so I returned to my little nest.

  "Huh? Miss, goodnight!" The landlord came over while unlocking the door.

  "Good evening, are you going out?"

  "Uh, I have something to attend to. You also know that God is always busy."

  I didn't hear what you said just now.

  "Oh, I see."

  "The story goes..."

  “？”

  "Sometimes, retract your gaze and don't always stare at things that are out of reach in the distance. Opportunities are often wandering around you, sometimes don't blindly follow reality, occasionally go with your own heart's desire."

  "Huh?... I get it?"

  So I left~~

  He drifted away like the wind.

  He's really a hard-to-understand person. If he spoke nicely like that earlier, he'd be a pretty respectable senior.

  Opportunity, if only it were visible, I would naturally reach out and grab it. But now, in this situation, it's like searching for clouds in the fog, utterly confusing. Should I wait for the sky to clear or should I dispel the fog myself? This is another opportunity, I think.