The training camp began on the 5th, Jiang Zizhuo and Yue Pingjun needed to go to the capital on the 4th, and the teacher in charge of logistics in the eighth middle school bought them a train ticket to the capital on the night of the 3rd.

The two of them were originally the role of the green light all the way at school, so they didn't need to come to class on the third day, they could go directly to the train station at night to pack up at home.

When we meet again, we will not start school until after the winter vacation, and even if Ling Xiaoxiao is reluctant to do so, she knows the importance of this competition to the two of them, so she just asks over and over again if her luggage is sorted out and if she has forgotten to bring anything, and then, no matter how many times she asks, she is not at ease.

Although Liu Yanqing gave the two of them the green light No. 3 not to come to class, Jiang Zizhuo and Yue Pingjun still arrived at the class on time because they couldn't let go of their sweethearts.

Ling Xiaoxiao had a very trance this day, whether it was in class or between classes, she always subconsciously turned her head to look at Jiang Zizhuo, looking at his handsome side face and being alone in a daze.

Knowing that he was just going to participate in the competition, but because she had never been separated for so long, she was still a little worried in her heart, always worried that after others met more people and things in the capital, her heart would gradually change.

The worry and uneasiness in the big eyes made Jiang Zizhuo feel helpless and comforted, the two have been together smoothly for more than a year, and the relationship has been very smooth, he doesn't think that just one game will have an impact on the relationship between the two, you must know that in his eyes, the biggest obstacle to their being together has never been on him.

"When you get to the train station a little later, send me a text when you get on the train. You know? ”

Even if the time passed slowly as Ling Xiaoxiao wished, it was still five o'clock in the afternoon, and some of the day students had already gone home for dinner, Ling Xiaoxiao held Jiang Zizhuo's hand in the classroom, and was reluctant to let go.

Jiang Zizhuo's luggage was very simple, only two changes of clothes, some professional books and a laptop. He took his backpack out from under the stool, put on his coat and slung it on his back.

"Don't worry about me, but you, I'm not here, you have to take care of yourself. I usually go out and try to walk with Brother Zhen. Be careful not to wrestle again, you know? Jiang Zizhuo looked at the attachment in Ling Xiaoxiao's eyes, and for some reason, he suddenly felt an urge to leave.

"I know. I must be pestering Brother Zhen every day. No more wrestling. ”

You're not there. Even if I fell, no one felt sorry for me.

Outside the classroom, Mr. Zhang, who led the team to Beijing, had already sent someone to urge them to leave for the train station. Yue Pingjun and Brother Zhen had already finished speaking, and were waiting on the side, waiting for Jiang Zizhuo to come out of the classroom together.

Ling Xiaoxiao reluctantly let go of her hand, pressed all kinds of feelings in her heart, and reluctantly pulled out a smile: "You guys go quickly, this will get off work, the road may not be easy to walk, don't be too late." ”

Most of the students in the classroom had already gone to dinner, and only some day students who brought their own meals were left, putting the lunch boxes on the heater, and solving them when the meal was hot, Jiang Zizhuo ignored the lively eyes of the surrounding classmates, stretched out his long arms, pulled Ling Xiaoxiao into his arms, and gently imprinted a kiss on her hair with thin lips.

"Don't be cranky, just wait for me to come back, you know?" Jiang Zizhuo pressed her head into his arms, and the faint fragrance of tea made Ling Xiaoxiao's heart gradually calm down, which had been anxious for a day.

The little uneasiness and inferiority complex that jumped out of Ling Xiaoxiao's heart shrank back little by little, only for more than a month, converted into a test paper, that is, the number of an iron clip, and when the test paper in her hand was filled with an iron clip, Jiang Zizhuo should come back.

She blushed and stretched out her hand to hug Jiang Zizhuo back, sniffing the intoxicating tea fragrance on his body deeply, but her mouth was still unforgiving and said: "I don't look at other girls outside, you know?" Otherwise, if I know, I will ignore you again. ”

The chest cavity where her head rested made an undulating vibration, Ling Xiaoxiao didn't need to look up to know that the little boy was laughing involuntarily, she was suddenly even more embarrassed, but she still stiffened her neck and raised her head, regardless of the earlobe was already red and about to drip blood, looking at the little boy with a threatening look.

"Hear no ?!!"

Jiang Zizhuo's eyes curved in the most charming arc, and the corners of his mouth were happily raised: "If you hear it, you must strictly obey the order, please rest assured." ”

It's so poor! Ling Xiaoxiao blushed and turned white, and when she saw that Yue Pingjun had already looked at the door frequently, she withdrew from Jiang Zizhuo's arms: "You guys go quickly, remember to get on the train and send me a text message." ”

It wasn't early, Jiang Zizhuo didn't say more, just took Ling Xiaoxiao's hand and squeezed it hard, followed Yue Pingjun out of the classroom and went to the school gate to meet Teacher Zhang.

"Reluctant?" Brother Zhen turned around and looked at Ling Xiaoxiao.

Ling Xiaoxiao nodded very truthfully, she was really reluctant, this, there was nothing to be ashamed of.

"It's only been more than a month, and it's not that I won't come back, what is there to be reluctant to, you see, Yue Pingjun is gone, I don't feel anything." Brother Zhen handsomely blew the bangs in front of his forehead, thinking that he was seriously comforting his roommate.

Ling Xiaoxiao's black line, can they compare between her and Jiang Zizhuo? In Brother Zhen's heart, Yue Pingjun's children's current status is estimated to be a little better than that of passers-by.

However, Ling Xiaoxiao's children were originally in a somewhat depressed mood, but they were comforted by Brother Zhen in such a disguise, and they did feel a lot better, and after looking at the time, it was not half past five, so they got up and went to the cafeteria with Brother Zhen to have dinner.

Without Jiang Zizhuo sitting beside him, he didn't feel anything in the first few days, but after a week, Ling Xiaoxiao gradually felt a little lonely and unaccustomed, when she was tired of doing the question, she turned her head sideways and had no pleasing side face, and when she was thirsty, there was no warm water in the thermos cup that was suitable for the temperature at all times.

Every time she arrives at this time, Ling Xiaoxiao will raise the corners of her mouth in self-deprecation, and then, when she gets up in the morning and goes out of the dormitory building, she will still subconsciously look for the slender and upright figure, and then, the lost person walks on the path.

The training camp is semi-closed, and the daily course schedule is very tight, and the two are busy during the day, and they don't have much time to contact, so they can only send a few missing text messages before going to bed at night.

This year's New Year is particularly early, Jiang Zizhuo's side has just finished the training camp, ready for the rematch, the eighth middle school has begun the winter vacation, the three grades of the high school are on vacation, the little uncle felt sorry for his daughter, and borrowed a friend's car, and drove to Bincheng to pick them up back to the county.

They didn't come back for several months, and as soon as the car entered the county, the little uncle took them straight to the newly opened second hot pot restaurant. Ling's mother and aunt are now staring at a store by themselves, and they are busy every day, and even the call that used to be once a day has become once a week. (To be continued.) )