CHAPTER XXXVII

Song Ze returned to the dormitory, He Xiaowan was not there, she thought she should go to class. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIt's almost the end of the semester and she's about to take an exam. Song Ze packed up her books and went to the academy, this was the last theoretical class, she could have not used it to take classes, but she came back anyway, and there was nothing wrong with listening to one more class.

As soon as she walked into the classroom, she saw Huang Ling and her sisters, they saw her come back, as if they had seen something terrible, the whole person leaned back on the chair, and a few people came to the class, but they all had the same expression, the same incredulity, and envy.

What's going on?

"Hmm, Song Ze is back. The teacher suddenly said behind him, Song Ze looked back and saw the woman who was over half a hundred years old smiling and patted her shoulder, "Good boy, I knew you were special." ”

Special...... Song Ze smiled back, and inadvertently glanced at the magazine in the teacher's hand, and the cover was a photo he took in Paris. She suddenly understood, Andy They are really fast, and the magazine came out so early, but is it really good that the teacher has such an obvious attitude?

"Teacher, can you lend me this book in your hand to read?"

"Good, good. ”

She bowed her head slightly and returned to her seat, sitting upright, Huang Ling felt that her side seemed to exude a terrible temperament, these were things she hadn't discovered before, when did she start to become so noble step by step?

their home. The man looks much older than Song Ze, is he her relative? Isn't she a small character without any background? How did the little character who was bullied become like this now?

Just thinking about it, Song Ze, who was sitting in front, suddenly glanced back at her, it was still the hairstyle when school started, but the hair color was dyed chestnut, and it was still the same pair of eyes, but this time, in addition to coldness in her eyes, there was also a smile of unknown meaning, only to see her slightly hook her lips and say something in spoken language, which shocked Huang Ling, and quickly covered her face and did not speak.

Song Ze took out the book, turned a few pages, and always felt that there was a resentful gaze staring at her behind her, she glanced back, just met Huang Ling's gaze, smiled slightly, and suddenly thought of what Fang Ke said to herself before.

- If Huang Ling does something bad to you in the future, you say this "Yellow Spirit Bird" to her, and she will be afraid of you.

――Why the Yellow Spiritbird?

- Haha, I won't tell you.

cough, she said this to her, but the effect was really good, and Huang Ling immediately covered her face. Song Ze looked back at the magazine, and the title page about himself was in addition to the cover, but Andy didn't seem to tell her that it would be a cover. I'll ask after class later.

In a class, I talked about the recent situation in the class, and especially praised Song Ze, saying that she was very flexible and artistic, and everyone present knew that the teacher was just polite, just to prove that this is his own student, and he is so good because of his own training, so much. Then it was time for the exam and the holiday time, it was almost a class meeting, and everyone dispersed after the end, Song Ze returned the book to the teacher, and the teacher still had a "I'm proud of you" expression, Song Ze didn't talk much, and said goodbye after smiling.

Song Ze now seems to have become gentler and colder than before.

When she went downstairs, she saw a poster posted on the wall, an art troupe came to the school to perform, and by the way, she selected suitable students to go in as actors, it was the art troupe she liked-day and night art troupe, which had her favorite stage play, she is now working as a model at S.J, it is a part-time job, and it is not bad to try the opportunity.

She looked at the time: January 13, 2015.

The night after tomorrow, well, it's okay that day, you can go and see it.

She returned to the dormitory, He Xiaowan had already returned, she saw her, and deliberately said aggrievedly: "You little villain who forgets his friends!" Song Ze laughed dryly, and went over to give her a hug, only to find that she was cold and thinly dressed.

"Wear more clothes, don't catch a cold. Song Ze reminded with concern.

He Xiaowan was stunned and said with a smile: "Okay." "The voice was a little hoarse.

"How do I feel like you're living like a little old woman? Song Zeshun smoothed the hair behind her back and smiled softly. She seemed to be smiling more and more, just like Fang Ke.

He Xiaowan put his arms around her neck, took a deep breath, and said with a smile: "Because you live a prosperous life." ”

Song Ze let go of her, looked at her, and felt a burst of sadness inexplicably, she didn't know the bitterness of the origin, there were tens of millions of ants crawling up to bite her heart, although it didn't hurt, but the whole heart trembled because of the bite. "Xiao Wan. As soon as the words came out, I was a little choked.

He Xiaowan wrinkled her nose and pinched her face with a smile: "Stupid, why do you look like this?" Yes, why do you look like this, it makes me look so fragile, why do you look like this, it makes me feel so sad.

"Will you go to the party the day after tomorrow?" Song Ze looked away and didn't look at her.

"Huh, you're going?"

"Well, I'll call you back to the dorm when the time comes. Song Ze got up, "Fang Ke is sick, I'll go back first." With that, she turned and left.

She didn't dare to stay any longer, she was afraid that she would not be able to hold back her tears.

Song Ze bought some light meals and returned to the apartment, saw the classmate again in the elevator, smiled and nodded as a greeting. Yang Ji was still shy and nodded politely.

Exiting the elevator, she waved her hand and saw the elevator door close before she walked to the door, took out the key and just stuffed it into the keyhole, the door opened.

"Huh, you're up. Song Ze handed him the rice, changed his shoes, touched his forehead, and fortunately the fever had subsided. After entering, she sat on the sofa, and then Fang Ke sat at the dining table and looked at the warm meal, "Have you eaten?"

"I've eaten it. Song Ze turned on the TV channel, "Fang Ke, what do you think if I change jobs in the future?"

"Hmm, S, J is not happy?" Fang Ke took a bite of his meal and glanced at her.

"No, my purpose is not modeling, it's just a part-time job. Song Ze changed the stage, she may feel that her heart was a little trance, and she began to be confused. Once people want more things, they will be overwhelmed.

Fang Ke fiddled with the dishes with chopsticks, and said unintentionally: "Your attitude towards work depends on your thoughts, what kind of work you want, and what kind of work you like, it all depends on you." ”

"Well, good. She took off her slippers and shrunk into a ball, Fang Ke didn't eat anything for a long time, he sighed lightly, walked over and hugged her, "What's wrong?"

Song Ze wiped his hair behind his head, "It's okay, I just thought about it a lot." She shrunk into his arms, "Fang Ke, did you say that I was too young to want the best of everything?"

Fang Ke smiled: "You are still young. "His family's Ze was originally a child.

Song Zenunu did not speak.