Mingmo pretended to take the phone book given to her by the teacher, thanked her, and left the office silently.

She was much more familiar with the terrain of the school than the men, so three minutes later, Mingmo fell silently to the railing at the turn of the stairs, where she could just hear the man below calling.

"Yes, look for places in the city that have skating conditions, there should be few in business during this time period, it's very easy to find - no, if it's not open, go in and have a look!"

Mingmo gasped.

She took out her small mobile phone, flipped through the address book frantically, and flipped through it for a long time before she remembered that Lin Zhanhan had never left a phone number for herself.

Not only did he not keep it for himself, but it was estimated that no one in the class knew how to contact this immortal.

- Tell you not to socialize! Look, there's not even one to tell you in a critical moment!

Mingmo complained about Lin Zhanhan frantically in his heart.

The current situation is not something that Mingmo's power can control, the man obviously has a big family and strong human capital, I don't know how many subordinates he used to find a bear child for himself, Mingmo herself is still a bear child, not to mention that she can't take care of other people's housework.

What to do? Cold.

Go back and continue to do your homework, and at the same time light a piece of wax in your heart to mourn for Lin Zhanhan.

This is none of her business, not to mention that Mingmo has already done her best as a classmate, and the rest depends on Lin Zhanhan's own creation.

Mingmo swayed and planned to go back to the classroom, but at this moment, the same picture returned to Mingmo's mind-

There are only a few lights left in the dark ice rink, and the light casts on the ice, reflecting the glittering light.

The black-haired and black-eyed boy lay on the ice and exhaled slightly: "I have the heart to die on the ice without regrets." ”

This sentence came out of Mingmo's mouth for the first time, and Lin Zhanhan just repeated it after that, but because of this, Mingmo could feel the wonderful chemical reaction that this sentence produced when it came out of Lin Zhanhan's mouth.

The sense of belief behind that kind of words was not there when Mingmo made up this sentence, and it was Lin Zhanhan's voice that gave this sentence such power.

Mingmo always felt that Lin Zhanhan was different from all her peers she had seen, but she couldn't tell what was different.

After all, although Lin Zhanhan looks cold, he is actually not very mature, he is confused and dead to save face when he can't understand Chinese, he bites the pen when he can't do the math finale, and he is drowsy with everyone when the political class teacher reads PPT.

It doesn't seem to make a difference.

But Mingmo clearly felt that something was different, and at this moment she finally understood - Lin Zhanhan did not have the sense of chaos that his peers had.

Sixteen or seventeen-year-olds, even though they have a mature style that is infinitely close to that of an adult, are 90 percent unaware of what they really want.

They often get confused on the volunteer form after the college entrance examination, and finally fill in a major that they don't know if they really like under the guidance of adults.

But Lin Zhanhan does not have this sense of chaos.

He seemed to know exactly what he wanted.

Mingmo hadn't talked to him in depth, but with that sentence on the ice, Mingmo had no way not to believe him.

So his father...... Support him?

In a short period of time, Mingmo's mind quickly summarized the information he had now, and then had a hunch that if Lin Zhanhan was found by his father, it was estimated that tonight would not be a game.

Mingmo's heart tensed inexplicably, and she turned to the window to look—the man had already made a phone call and walked to the school gate.

All right! Mingmo looked up to the sky and sighed, tonight's racing game has begun!

Chick Run! Let's see who can find Lin Zhanhan first!

Mingmo ran down the stairs like a breeze, straight to the southwest, and then climbed out of the back wall.