At worst, if Xie Zhi didn’t meet the other criteria for underwater archaeology team members besides gender, she could also find a way to let Xie Zhi change to another position.

If he can’t dive underwater, he can still do logistics work above the sea.

In any case, there are ways to resolve it.

However, is that ruins really related to the Yuan Shun Dynasty and Wen Ru?

Xie Zhi cares so much about an ancient woman. For the sake of going to that ruins for archaeology, he agreed to her marriage proposal twice. Thinking about it still feels a bit awkward.

Thinking of this, Fang Xianxing shamelessly made a request: “Before the matter is resolved, let’s not get our certificate first, but you change your phone wallpaper first.”

Xie Zhi was stunned for a moment. He tilted his head, frowned, and looked at Fang Xianxing doubtfully, “I won’t. Why should I change it?”

“Since we’re getting married, shouldn’t you use my photo as your wallpaper?” Fang Xianxing was righteous. She wanted him to change it.

“For fans who chase stars, the phone wallpaper isn’t their girlfriend either.” Xie Zhi pressed his hand on his jacket pocket where his phone was, raising his chin to retort.

Fang Xianxing wouldn’t listen. In any case, there can’t be other women in Xie Zhi’s phone: “Whenever you change it, that’s when I’ll start doing things. Consider it carefully!”

Xie Zhi bit his lip, slowly taking out his phone. He glanced at the familiar portrait of Wen Ru on the phone screen and found another excuse: “I don’t have your photo. Next time…”

What Fang Xianxing wanted to do had no reason to wait until next time.

Fang Xianxing took out her own phone and flipped through the photo album. She felt awkward in her heart for a moment. She might not have any herself either.

“Do you have my photos?” Fang Xianxing sent a message to her younger sister Song Longsha.

Song Longsha replied with several question marks. Seeing that Fang Xianxing had no follow-up, four or five minutes later, she swiftly sent over four photos.

They seemed to be from university days.

Fang Xianxing looked at the unfamiliar photos and frowned: “Where did you get them?”

Song Longsha happily replied: “Found them on the school forum. I picked the best-looking ones. Aren’t they great? The second one even looks a bit like me. Sis, we really look good.”

Fang Xianxing looked at the second one, a side profile shot from quite a distance away. If you don’t look carefully, it indeed looks a bit like Song Longsha. Fang Xianxing skipped the second one and forwarded the third one to Xie Zhi.

“Now you have one.” Fang Xianxing put down her phone and looked at Xie Zhi with raised eyebrows.

Xie Zhi puffed out his cheeks, unwillingly opening the photo, setting it step by step. The corners of his eyes kept glancing at Fang Xianxing, wanting her to take back this idea.

But Fang Xianxing just silently looked back.

Xie Zhi gritted his teeth and pressed the “Apply” button. The portrait of Wen Ru on his phone wallpaper was instantly replaced by Fang Xianxing.

Xie Zhi raised his head somewhat resentfully, turned his body to face away from Fang Xianxing, angry.

Fang Xianxing was unmoved and even felt very satisfied. Even that photo that became Xie Zhi’s new phone wallpaper but was clearly secretly taken looked pleasing to the eye.