guessing in her heart that it was written by Zheng Shaoying, Zhou Wanrong couldn't help but subconsciously glanced at the same table again, and seeing that the other party's gaze still did not leave her face, Zhou Wanrong suddenly blushed with shame. It's not because of the admiration in Zheng Shaoying's eyes, but because Zheng Shaoying's gaze is so careless, it must have been seen by the classmates.

Zhou Wanrong had a girl's heart, and couldn't help jumping up. Although she was holding a pen in her hand and her eyes seemed to be staring at the textbook, only Zhou Wanrong knew that she couldn't think of anything or do it now. My mind was blank, and I felt a little dizzy in front of me, as if the words in the textbook were flying like little birds.

For a long time, Zhou Wanrong had already noticed some of Zheng Shaoying's abnormal behaviors. For example, I always come earlier than myself every day, and whenever I arrive at school, my desks and chairs are clean. For example, they are cleaning in a group. Every time it was their turn to be on duty, the only thing left to do was to tidy up the tables and chairs. For another example, every time she works outside of class, Zheng Shaoying will always help herself, intentionally or unintentionally. These abnormal behaviors, not only Zhou Wanyu was aware of them, but in fact, many students noticed them. Therefore, when everyone saw the poems on the blackboard this morning, many people recognized it as Zheng Shaoying's masterpiece from the handwriting, and this is why when Zhou Wanrong entered the classroom, the family would invariably look at her.

For Zheng Shaoying, who just silently helped herself, Zhou Wanrong is grateful. She didn't know why Zheng Shaoying did this, and Zhou Wanrong never thought that Zheng Shaoying was out of love for herself. Once, Zhou Wanrong wondered if Zheng Shaoying knew the fact that her mother was bedridden? It's just that Zheng Shaoying has never confessed to herself, and Zhou Wanrong naturally has no way of knowing the reason.

It's no wonder that Zhou Wanrong has such thoughts. First, Zheng Shaoying's academic performance has been the first in the class and the top three in the grade almost since she entered the school. Second, I have heard Guo Xiaoqian mention Zheng Shaoying's family more than once, according to Guo Xiaoqian, Zheng Shaoying is a typical child of a wealthy family. The third is that Zheng Shaoying's appearance does belong to the kind of handsome type, which is the standard image of Prince Charming in a girl's dream. In fashionable terms, Zheng Shaoying is a typical rich and handsome.

Heavy study, bedridden mother, how can Zhou Wanrong think more about these things?

Although it has been guessed that the love poem on the blackboard is likely to be written by Zheng Shaoying to herself, Zhou Wanrong doesn't know whether to be angry or proud. She didn't understand why Zheng Shaoying would suddenly confess to herself at this critical time when the college entrance examination was only half a year away, and in this way in front of the whole class? Zhou Wanrong almost kept her head down all morning, even when the teacher was lecturing on the podium, her eyes were always staring at the textbooks on the table. always felt that the eyes of the classmates around her never left her, which made Zhou Wanrong feel very embarrassed.

At the end of class at noon, Zhou Wanrong stood up and walked out of the classroom quickly, and just a few steps towards the school gate, Guo Xiaoqian caught up.

"Student Zhou, how did you feel after receiving the love poems from your tablemates?"

Hearing Guo Xiaoqian ask herself in the tone of a reporter, Zhou Wanrong didn't reply, still walking briskly with her head down.

"Wanrong, what are you doing?"

"Ignore you."

"Why?! It has nothing to do with me. ”

"But you made fun of me just now."

"Hehe, I'm sorry, I apologize to Mr. Zhou very sincerely."

Guo Xiaoqian also knew that Zhou Wanrong was deliberately teasing herself, so she grabbed Zhou Wanrong's arm all the time, and pretended to apologize very seriously.

"Why would he do that?"

"Who is he?"

Guo Xiaoqian saw Zhou Wanrong's face sank, and hurriedly changed her words:

"Xiao Rong, I guess I was intoxicated by the poems you recited. So when it was difficult to help himself, he revealed his true feelings. ”

"Xiaoqian, if you want to talk like this again, I really ignore you."

"Okay, I'll change it, can't I change it? Wanrong, I don't understand why Zheng Shaoying expressed her admiration for you in this way at this time. Do you want me to ask him for you? ”

Zhou Wanrong glanced at Guo Xiaoqian, ignored her, and walked in front of herself.

"By the way, Wanrong, do you think Zheng Shao wants to force you to take the initiative to ask him in this way?"

"Huh?"

Zhou Wanrong was reminded by Guo Xiaoqian, she didn't know anything else, but the experience of Sister Allure and Sister Xiaowei told her that those so-called rich and handsome people have a deep-rooted sense of superiority, maybe Guo Xiaoqian's analysis is really right. However, such an idea is only fleeting, Zhou Wanrong seems to be asking Guo Xiaoqian, and it is also like asking herself:

"No, how can it be so similar?"

Zhou Wanrong remembered what Zheng Shaoying did silently in the past, and felt that he should be a different person from Yu Xiaopeng and Yang Yi.

"Wanrong, hypothetically, I mean hypothetically. Assuming that Zheng Shao is sincere, he is not a good lover, and it is worth thinking about. ”

It is rare for Guo Xiaoqian to speak so seriously, but what she said was not what Zhou Wanrong wanted to hear. Zhou Wanrong also knew that nothing might happen between her brother and Cong Ye, but she just couldn't erase Cong Ye's shadow from her heart. Zhou Wanrong sometimes lay in bed at night and thought that her crush on Brother Cong Ye's ten * was a bitter fruit with no ending, although she knew in her heart, Zhou Wanrong couldn't control her feelings no matter what. With Brother Cong Ye here, others will never have the opportunity to break into their hearts again. Besides, there are still six months to go before the college entrance examination, and there is still a lawsuit to fight at home, so there is no reason to be distracted.

"I don't have the heart or energy to think about you."

Having said that, Zhou Wanrong also knew that after such a time, it was impossible not to think about it in a short period of time. Moreover, Zhou Wanrong guessed that if Zheng Shaoying was not like Yu Xiaopeng and Yang Yi, then he would definitely have the next move. If Zheng Shaoying really confessed to himself face-to-face, how should he deal with it at that time? As soon as she thought of this, Zhou Wanrong inevitably blushed and her heart beats.

The next day is the New Year's Day party, which is said to be a party, but it is actually held in the afternoon. The location is in the school's auditorium.

When Zhou Wanrong and Guo Xiaoqian came to the stage, Zhou Wanrong stood on such a big stage for the first time, facing thousands of teachers and students in the school, it was fake not to be nervous. secretly glanced at Guo Xiaoqian next to her, and saw that there were fine beads of sweat on the tip of the other party's nose, knowing that she was just as nervous. However, when the two began to recite, the tension in their hearts disappeared, especially when Zhou Wanrong thought that she and Brother Cong Ye might not have any future, and unconsciously added a touch of sadness to her magnetic, slightly low voice, which was more in line with Xu Zhimo's artistic conception.

No one thought that Zhou Wanrong and Guo Xiaoqian's poetry recitation would be such a great success. Not only did he receive the Best Performance Award, but he also received verbal praise from the principal. What's more, the school radio often broadcasts a recitation between the two of them. In particular, when Zhou Wanrong returned to school after taking the college entrance examination, the school actually regarded the recitation of the two as a classic program to bid farewell to the fresh graduates of the third year of high school. Of course, that's an afterthought

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