By noon, the mist that had shrouded the city had lifted, but the sky was still overcast. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info There is not a shred of sunlight. The wind that was blowing incessantly outside the glass window was whispering to remind everyone who was still sitting in the warm classroom that winter was really coming!

The math teacher on the podium was still chattering about the problems of higher functions, silently pouring all kinds of knowledge used to cope with exam-oriented education into the minds of the students, and from time to time mixed with the strategies summarized based on years of experience, to help the new students who had been trained in three years to escape the harvest of the huge sickle of the college entrance examination and smoothly ascend to a better higher level of education.

Li Ai didn't want to listen to what he was saying. She silently lowered her eyes and took a pen to write two lines of words in the sketchbook that didn't seem to have much to do with each other. The first line is remnant dreams, fog, snow, lost feelings...... The second line is Zhang Zhou, sleepy......

When she had finished writing the words, she lowered her eyes and read them again. Then, after hesitating for a moment, she picked up her pen again and added the word footsteps at the end of the first line. After a moment of silence, he added a question mark after these three words, replacing the symbol that represented indeterminacy. Then she dropped the pen and pondered silently about the possible connection between the two lines of words, and what she might be able to use.

But no matter how she thinks, she can only get the possibility of being a piece, and she can't even choose the possibility that is more likely. She hugged her head in annoyance and bit her lower lip in pain. This feeling of powerlessness that I know that the crisis is coming, and I feel that I will lose something, but I don't know what I can do and what I should do, is really uncomfortable!

There is no way, there are too few clues in her hands now, and they are disorganized, and they can't get to the core. Of the two beings who could tell her some useful clues, the one she didn't know had completely banished herself from this fate, and the other didn't know what her intentions were.

She didn't know anything, not even the slightest clue where the danger would come from. She only knew what she might lose, but she didn't even know who might take it away. She could only try to hold him tightly, like a little girl holding a rag doll in the dark, guarding against the black hand that would reach out from somewhere and snatch her beloved rag doll.

She lifted the pen again, erased the two lines of handwriting, and then raised her eyes, looked at her hair from time to time, and looked at the example questions written by the teacher on the blackboard very distressed.

Since she didn't know where the black hand was going to come from, all she could do was try to hold him in the palm of her hand. What she did yesterday had not been without such consideration.

While she was staring at Zhang Zhou, Wang Yue, who was sitting on the seat not far from her, rubbed his eyes that were tired of looking at the blackboard, and habitually turned his eyes to look in the direction he had often looked in the past half of the semester. But as soon as the eyes were halfway raised, there was no longer the strength to lift them. He was silent for a moment, then smiled self-deprecatingly and whispered, "What position do I have to stare at her beauty now?" Thinking of this, he turned his eyes, looked in a random direction, and looked over, wanting to relax his tired eyeballs.

But no matter where his gaze wandered, he felt a little uncomfortable, as if he had not found a place where his gaze could be stagnant, a figure that could make his gaze stagnate, which made him shake his head slightly, and then cast his gaze back on the blackboard.

And Tang An, who was not far from him, nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, dozing off openly under the nose of the math teacher. Completely forgot the bold words made in the morning. However, he is not to blame. After all, he said that there was no problem with not sleeping for one night, but in fact, he actually didn't sleep well for two nights.

"Students, take a look at this trigonometric function problem, in this place, as long as you use the half-angle formula, replace sin with ......" Just when the teacher pointed to another example problem on the blackboard and gave a special lecture, when Tang An was drowsy, when Wang Yue was staring at the blackboard and was distracted, when Zhang Zhou scratched his head and smiled bitterly at the example problem copied from the notebook, and when Li Ai withdrew his gaze from Zhang Zhou, the student's gospel, the lunch break bell that represented the end of the morning class rang.

The originally lifeless classroom instantly became lively, and one invisible commotion after another fluctuated in the classroom. All the students stared at the math teacher, who was still leaning on the blackboard, waiting for him to spit out the two words that represented liberation. The friction of moving chairs and whispering about what to eat at noon were intertwined, and gradually became enthusiastic. And in such enthusiasm, Li Ai, who is still indifferent, Tang An, who is still groggy, Wang Yue, who is still sad, and Zhang Zhou, who is still annoyed and holding his hair, seem so incompatible.

"......" The math teacher was silent, motionless, as if immersed in the beautiful melody of the lunch break bell. After a long time, when the bell for more than forty seconds had completely ringed, he put down the hand pressed on the blackboard, turned his back to the many students who were rushing to the cafeteria outside the classroom door, raised his hand and pushed his glasses, and said very calmly, "Well, let's talk about ......" So, there was a mourning in the classroom.

After a full five minutes, the math teacher explained the trigonometric calculation problem that needed to be solved by using seven or eight trigonometric formulas, and then picked up the lesson plan and left the classroom satisfied, leaving one by one like students who had been pulled out of their seats weakly, complaining to each other about the math teacher who had delayed their time, sighing to each other that they could only eat a meal with little temperature, but they all chose to wait a little longer. Wait until the crowd in front of the cafeteria window is reduced, and then go over to eat together.

This is the daily life, and it belongs to the daily life of the party that forces the senior high school students. And Li Ai and Zhang Zhou, who are incompatible with such a scene, the world they live in is fundamentally different from this real daily life. Their daily life has long since collapsed. And Wang Yue and Tang An, who have suddenly become out of place in the past few days, are on the verge of collapse in their daily lives.

In the midst of the daily noise, the out-of-place Li Ai stood up and slowly walked towards Zhang Zhou, who was also out of place. The moment she got up, the noise of the entire classroom paused for a moment, then lowered a few decibels.

Those guys who saw her get up, intentionally or unintentionally, each pushed their unaware and chattering companions, and motioned to the other party to look at Li Ai, who rarely took the initiative to get up in front of the class. So a group of people were chatting dispensably, while peeking at Li Ai, who was walking slowly. Some of the guys who heard the wind at the same time parted their eyes on Zhang Zhou, who was scratching her ears and cheeks at the exercise, guessing her possible purpose. Including Wang Yue, who had already determined something.

Sure enough, she finally stopped at his side. At that moment, an inexplicable chill crept up on Zhang Zhou's back, making him shiver, and he couldn't help but turn his gaze and glance behind him. But as soon as the head turned halfway, it couldn't turn any longer.

"Li Ai? How did you get here? He stared at the girl who stood beside him at some point, and he was really startled.

"Any questions?" Li Ai tilted his head and glanced at him, then lowered his eyes and glanced at the various symbols he circled with a red pen in his notebook, and asked indifferently.

"......" Zhang Zhou was speechless for a while, and seeing that Li Ai was still looking at him unyieldingly, Zhang Zhou hurriedly shook his head and signaled that there was no problem.

"Is that so? Then ......" Li Ai's eyes flashed with a strange light, just like a gambler's eyes flashing when he reached out to grab the last chip. The next moment, she stretched out her hand and pinched one side of Zhang Zhou's notebook on the table, and then closed it directly in Zhang Zhou's stunned gaze. "Since there is no problem, let's go eat."

"Huh?" Zhang Zhou looked at the closed notebook in a daze, stood up a little dazedly, followed behind Li Ai, slowly walked out of the classroom, and disappeared from the sight of a group of people, leaving only a group of guys who looked at each other in surprise.

Zhang Zhou, who was following Li Ai, was confused, and he didn't understand Li Ai's logic. It wasn't until he followed Li Ai down a dozen stairs that he suddenly realized that he had misunderstood Li Ai's meaning from the beginning. Her 'What's the problem?' It's not asking yourself, it's asking yourself what you have to say about the example question that the teacher taught. Thinking of this, Zhang Zhou raised his eyes with some tears and laughs, and looked at the thin back in front of him who was going down the stairs step by step.

And the moment he raised his head, some of the sensations that he had ignored in his thoughts finally reached his cranial nerves. He smelled a faint scent, from the hair of the girl not far in front of him.

After smelling the faint fragrance, his heart was shocked, and something vague seemed to churn in his mind, but before he could see what it was, the vague thing was shattered by an invisible giant hand, and it was pressed into a blur state along with the memory just now.

Zhang Zhou shook his head, ignoring the faint fragrance that lingered around him, recalling Li Ai's performance in the past two days, and secretly thinking in his heart, sure enough, Li Ai was a little abnormal.