Si Feng's physique was not good, although the fever subsided, but the cold that was not light or severe accompanied her until Chinese New Year's Eve.

The lights in the classroom are on, and the teacher shuttles between the seats with his hands behind his back, looking down at the children who are struggling to write, the sky is full of stars outside the window, and the neon dazzle of the teaching building opposite.

It's nine o'clock on Chinese New Year's Eve, and there is still half an hour before the end of the next night's self-study.

Si Fang took out another piece of paper and wiped his nose, and looked at the upper floor opposite with some envy.

I don't know if it's only their school like this, and students in the third year of high school can't hold related activities on Chinese New Year's Eve, which is a "privilege" only available in the first and second years of high school.

She raised her pen to write down a math problem, and was concentrating on calculating the ellipse formula on scratch paper, when a small note was thrown from the side.

She looked up at the teacher, who had returned to the podium to sit down, and opened the note neatly.

"Together after school?"

She turned her pen and tilted her head to think about it, the tutoring class just ended yesterday, and her uncle was also on a business trip.

Thinking of this, she put down her pen and wrote "good".

Two lines of juanxiu font, a small note, carry the heart of a teenager.

Half an hour passed quickly, the school bell rang, the teacher on duty on the podium took the lead to step down the podium, and Si Fang also got up to pack his schoolbag.

"How did you spend New Year's Eve today?" Jiang Yihuai sat on the chair and looked up, his eyes full of smiles.

"How else can I live, spend it in my sleep." She gave him a blank look, as if she scoffed at his retarded problem.

She spends New Year's Eve like this every year, so she won't believe that there are really people who are stupidly guarding the zero o'clock carnival like in the TV series.

"So boring?" He stood up and picked up his schoolbag with one hand, "Do you want me to accompany you on New Year's Eve today?" ”

He suddenly approached, and his eyes were full of smiles, bright as starlight.

The schoolbag in Si Fang's hand fell down in fright, but he grabbed it with one hand, "How is it?" Don't think about it? ”

"I, Jiang Yihuai, a future high-quality idol, am sending you a New Year's Eve invitation."

She clenched her hands into fists and slammed them on his shoulders, snatched back her schoolbag, and said angrily: "You are very narcissistic, don't you have to go to school tomorrow?" ”

After she finished speaking, she walked out of the classroom, Jiang Yihuai was not angry, and walked out behind her.

The night sky outside was bright, but who had heard that stars don't shine.

She looked up at the sky, as if she was lost for a moment.

But I only heard the voice of the young man Qingming behind him, as if he had lifted the layers of fog barriers.

"Why are you walking so fast? Didn't you say that we were together? ”

Si Fang turned around, and Jiang Yihuai's figure running out of the teaching building crashed into her eyes, with a little light.

She didn't say it, but she knew in her heart that she would return to the empty home on Chinese New Year's Eve, saying that she didn't care was actually more afraid of emptiness.

She's such a hypocrite.

So, what's not worth it?

"Hurry up, I'm sleepy, I need to go home and sleep."

She turned her face away unnaturally, ignoring the greed that had just grown in her heart.

"Don't be so upset." Jiang Yihuai put his arm around her shoulders and smiled brightly, "I'll take you to supper." ”

"What time is it and you still have supper, didn't you make your debut after graduation, don't you need to manage your body?"

As she spoke, she reached out to his belly, "Look, they're all fat." ”

The moment she touched it, she realized the ambiguity of her movements, and wanted to withdraw her hand but found that it was too late.

He pressed her hand tightly, and his voice was low, "You touch it well." ”

"Master's body management has always been very good."