After seeing Song Yifan, Luo Fei remembered that everything he was worried about could be answered from her.

As the holder of the first place in mathematics in the school and the main player of the school's Olympiad team, Song Yifan's mathematics level is undoubtedly very strong.

It's just that the idea of Luo Fei just popped up, and he was quickly dispelled by himself.

What are you kidding, this is Song Yifan, the most cold and rational character in the entire Lucheng Middle School, and she is also a goddess and a scholar.

Think about it, is this possible?

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Luo Fei's mouth, and he looked at Song Yifan's side through the window.

Lucheng Middle School's school rules, although strict, are limited to normal school hours, and many students dress more relaxed during evening self-study.

Song Yifan is no exception, although it is autumn, but the temperature in Lucheng is still not very low, but she is wearing a white linen fabric dress tonight, the neckline and cuffs of the dress have embroidered folds, it looks fresh and freehand and generous, and the knee-length skirt reveals two slender and slender calves like white lotus roots, which are cross-leaning sideways at the moment, and the ankles in white canvas shoes are gently swaying, like a waterfowl wandering on the beach, which makes people can't help but think about it.

Song Yifan sat in the classroom, although there were people around her, no one dared to disturb her, and no one would ask her questions, although she was already a recognized female student bully in the whole school, but her natural sense of alienation was prohibitive.

She lowered her head and wrote seriously, and then raised her head, staring out the window with her hands on her cheeks, immersed in her own world, and the things around her could not cause her any trouble, but the elegance and confidence that naturally exuded between her gestures were beyond the reach of these high school students.

Of course, Luo Fei is not an ordinary high school student, he has far more experience and insight than these high school students, no matter how precocious and rational Song Yifan is, but she is still a girl after all, and she will not lack the feelings and thoughts that a girl should have.

Otherwise, Song Yifan would not have accepted those love letters written by Luo Fei.

Although Song Yifan never replied to the letter, accepting these love letters itself means that her heart is not completely cold, and she is not completely unapproachable.

Thinking of this, Luo Fei's heart was full of confidence and courage, he looked at the teacher who was serious about solving the problem, and then looked at the fast class students who were busy studying, and walked into the classroom of the second (1) class of high school.

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Like every evening self-study, Song Yifan focused on his own exercises, practicing and consolidating these formulas and techniques, whether familiar or unfamiliar.

After the National Day, Song Yifan and several members of the Olympiad team from Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces participated in a training camp for the top domestic Olympiad players, and Song Yifan, who has always been arrogant, also saw the level of those Olympiad players from Jinghai and Haihai.

is also a high school student, and it is indeed different from a big city, whether it is basic knowledge or vision, it is beyond the reach of high school students in other places, and it also makes Song Yifan feel a lot of pressure.

Although I have a good talent and have been working hard, I am really limited by the environment I am in, and I am not as good as high school students in big cities in many resources, and I really need to work harder if I want to be admitted to the ideal university.

Daily preview, nightly practice, and intensive training on weekends, Song Yifan has no high-level teachers around her, and no schoolmates of the same level to communicate with, so she can only rely on herself.

Just like the evening self-study, Song Yifan is still reviewing her Olympiad questions very seriously, whether it is her personal state or her own learning content, it is a big cut beyond the surrounding students, and the teacher and classmates will not bother her, which also gives her better energy to devote to her goals.

It's just that tonight is a little different, and Song Yifan feels a trace of disturbance from the outside world.

Ever since she finished the first set of rolls in her hand, Song Yifan felt that someone was watching her.

Although she has become accustomed to being watched by all kinds of eyes of the opposite sex and the same sex, today this gaze is a bit special.

Because the man looked at her for a long time.

Song Yifan didn't care at first, thinking that the other party was just an ordinary kind of high school student, and he kept looking at him out of the urge to amaze his appearance.

So she didn't take it seriously and continued her studies as if no one was there.

Unexpectedly, this person looked at it for a long time, and that look didn't leave his body for a moment, which made Song Yifan gradually feel uncomfortable.

So, taking the opportunity to flip through the information, Song Yifan tilted his head sideways and glanced at the window.

After this glance, Song Yifan's curiosity became stronger.

Although the person standing on the other side of the window was just an ordinary high school boy, who couldn't see anything except that he was quite tall, the way he looked at him was very special.

Song Yifan can't say what it feels like, but it's definitely not the kind of eyes that ordinary boys look at their favorite girls, calm, deep, and inscrutable, with something incomprehensible.

This kind of look, Song Yifan has only seen it in his father, or a man of the same age as his father, that is an adult man who has experienced a lot of things and has taken on a lot of responsibilities.

It's not a look that a high school student can have.

Song Yifan secretly regretted it a little, he knew that he wouldn't look at it, but after reading this look, Song Yifan's curiosity not only did not solve, but also deepened a lot.

If this person was just an ordinary high school student, just because of his appearance, Song Yifan would not have any fluctuations, she had long been accustomed to so many similar eyes.

But this boy is different, and there is something very special about it.

Song Yifan couldn't help but secretly guess.

Who was he? What did he want to do? Why did he look at himself like that, why did he have so many things in his eyes.

Thinking wildly, Song Yifan found that he was distracted.

This is a situation that she has never seen, Song Yifan, who has always been very focused on studying, was actually distracted by a boy's gaze, which was almost impossible before, and they would not believe it when it was told to the teachers and students of Lucheng Middle School.

But this happened like this, and it appeared very real on Song Yifan's body, in a sudden and unspeakable way.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Song Yifan quickly sensed that something was wrong with her emotional state, and the long-cultivated rationality in her body immediately began to work, she shook her head, drove the boy's eyes out of her mind, and regained her previous calm.

Just as Song Yifan was about to devote himself to studying, a steady sound of footsteps came from behind.

At the same time, a mature and heavy voice sounded from behind.

"Hello, classmate. ”