He seemed to look at the umbrella he was holding in his hand, and the white umbrella had several big red pig patterns on it that were particularly conspicuous, and he always looked at it once to make her laugh once.

"It's a very special origin."

"Guess what?"

"Huh?" He seemed to have thought that Zhuang Wenche would ask directly about the origin of this umbrella, but he didn't expect him to guess directly, and he didn't react for a while, but he still nodded, looked at him with a smile, and thought about what he would say in his heart.

"Didn't you buy this umbrella yourself?"

"Hmm."

It's not difficult, I thought.

"Then you should have gotten this on a rainy day."

"Hmm."

A strange thought suddenly flashed in his heart, and the story that was almost forgotten during the summer vacation was being pulled back little by little.

"You had a little car accident that day and you were injured."

"Hmm."

As the picture in his memory became clearer and clearer, when he looked at Zhuang Wenche again, he felt more familiar.

"You collided with a red bicycle, and the owner said he was going to take you to the hospital, and you just had an umbrella and left."

The original end of the story of "This ......" was successfully pulled back at this moment, and the things in the rain that day were as if they had just happened, the rain in the memory did not stop, and the heavy rain at this moment did not stop.

He seemed to look at Zhuang Wenche like this, and while he was surprised, he still smiled and said, "You won't be the one who hit me that day." ”

"You still have my umbrella in your hand, don't you say?"

"And what about the other person who was with you that day? Is it Lu Qinglin? ”

"That's him."

Zhuang Wenche couldn't tell what it felt like in his heart, and covered his face with his other hand that didn't hold an umbrella and smiled secretly, all of which seemed a little too incredible.

"So when you started school and told me that you seemed to have seen me somewhere, I wasn't kidding." He seemed to be ridiculous, but there was still a trace of embarrassment in his heart, laughing at himself for wanting to be crooked.

"yes, I'm not going to joke with strangers."

"Oh yes, what about this umbrella...... Do I want to give it back to you...... It's, it's kind of special. ”

"No, no, since it's already given to you, it's your thing, you can take good care of it for me."

"Did you draw those piggy patterns yourself?"

"That's right." Seeing how he smiled, Zhuang Wenche added, "Okay, okay, don't laugh, I know that the painting is not good-looking, but it really contains my true heart." ”

"Okay!" What she didn't say was that she wasn't amused by the funny pig pattern, she was just happy, as for why she was happy, she couldn't say, "It's actually quite cute, isn't it." ”

"Yes."

Zhuang Wenche also chimed in.

The happy weekend was quietly spent in the heavy rain for two days, and the first thing when he came to school, Zhuang Wenche told Lu Qinglin about the summer vacation.

"No wonder you both don't go to gym class?" He Yang quipped on the side.

"You told me the other day that the young lady who was hit looks good, you don't know each other if you don't fight, your love is coming, is it coming now?" Taking advantage of the fact that he seemed to go out to fetch water, He Yang quietly ran over again and asked some embarrassing questions for Zhuang Wenche.

"It's your business!"

"If you don't directly refuse, it's a tacit consent."

"Are you tired of being crooked!"

"Ahh How can you ignore our brotherhood? ”

"Speak well, don't stumble on me."

"Good news!" He Yang's next words were forcibly interrupted by Lu Qinglin, who suddenly rushed in.

"Your food is going to be sold, what's the good news?" Zhuang Wenche hadn't come out of Fang Cai's "anger" for a while.

"Tomorrow afternoon, the club recruits new students, and you can meet the elementary school girls, which is good news." Lu Qinglin took out the list and explained the above process.

As the president of the dance club, Zhuang Wenche is not only happy, but also has a headache.

"What's wrong with you? Sullen, it's not a good thing to recruit new people in the club, you are all seniors. He seemed to poke Zhuang Wenche who was in a daze with a pen.

One afternoon, he was indirectly happy, persistently absent-minded, and seemed to be a little confused.

"Every year the dance club recruits new students to perform, and I ......" Zhuang Wenche pointed to his injured abdomen and spread his hands helplessly, "You know." ”

It was injured in a car accident during the summer vacation, and he was still not able to do strenuous exercise, so until now, Zhuang Wenche has not danced much.

I only skipped it once, and it turned out to be a lot more serious.

"What about the other members?" He seems to be a little embarrassed, it was because of himself, but he can't do anything by himself.

"Other members of the club can jump, but I'm a little sorry......"

He seemed to lower his head and did not answer.

"Eh, don't think about it, I don't blame you, it's just a dance, I've been dancing for more than ten years, and it's not bad for a while. Well, if there is no art festival, I can still blind them then. ”

"Then tomorrow afternoon, I'll help you with the club's recruitment, the other members of the club will probably be more tired from dancing, and if there are too many people, they may not be busy, so I'll go to atone for my sins."

"So what do you do? Aren't you still the deputy head of the learning department? ”

"It's all the society that recruits new people, just like the minister of literature and art won't recruit new people."

"Uh-huh!"

The afternoon self-study class is to prepare for the club recruitment tomorrow afternoon, Zhuang Wenche called the deputy department of the dance club and some members, from the first class of high school to the fourteenth class to pull people one by one.

In what words, thanks to Zhuang Wenche's handsome face, he has gained the love of a large number of little fans, and it is estimated that he will not have to worry about recruiting new students tomorrow afternoon.

Lu Qinglin in front was not idle, running back and forth all afternoon, not only the president of the basketball club, but also the minister of sports, until he returned to the classroom, he was out of breath.

Don't forget to brag about how much you've gained.

But He Yang next to him is more miserable, he is the vice president of the animation club, the president asked for leave today, and all the heavy responsibilities were handed over to him, and he couldn't cope with it.

When I stood on the podium to promote, I was a little nervous and stumbled in my speech, but fortunately, I was saved by other members in the end.

Until the last few classes, He Yang was a little comfortable after adapting to the state.

But the results are not very good, so I think about recruiting a new solution tomorrow afternoon.

The president of the liberal arts class has a lot of everything.,Why didn't he seem to be assigned a task.,And the few people in the class who were left alone in the classroom did a boring afternoon.。 And the "Getaway" in the language book in his hand is still not very proficient in memorization.

When everything is ready, there is more peace of mind in anticipation of tomorrow.

The afterglow of the setting sun began to gradually become more pink as the bell sounded, and under the sky, the new students walked towards their favorite club with anticipation......