Du Xianjun is now a sophomore in high school, and at the beginning of this semester, she has been divided into arts and sciences, and she has been placed in the key class of the liberal arts class.

This made Lan Shuying breathe a sigh of relief.

Liberal arts knowledge is often a test of erudition, she has traveled through many worlds, she thinks that her horizons are quite broad, and she doesn't have to worry about things in books, after all, her soul strength is high, and she has her own golden finger that she never forgets.

It's okay to take a look at it, take notes, and it should be made up soon.

The class schedule in the pencil case was full, because Du Xianjun was usually a taciturn person, but now after Lan Shuying came, she listened to the class quietly like her, and either buried herself in the questions after class, or went to the roof to blow the wind, which did not attract the abnormal eyes of the surrounding classmates.

Before being brainwashed by Feng Wanwan's money offensive, these classmates were quite friendly to Du Xianjun.

It's early winter, and the wind on the rooftop is a little cool. Debris is piled up in the corners of unevenly colored cement slabs, and you can occasionally see plastic waste blown by the wind.

If you want to find out the benefits here, it's just quiet.

Lan Shuying pinned her windswept hair behind her ears, and suddenly saw a back in the corner of her eye.

The other party was tall and thin, covering his left ear with one hand at the moment, and with the other hand, he was struggling to fix the textbook leaning against the railing, and was reciting in a whisper.

She furrowed an eyebrow.

The inexplicable sweetness and sourness in my heart, as well as this abnormal beating.

The real physical reaction made her think of someone for a moment.

The class bell rang suddenly.

Reluctantly, the man put away the book and turned, revealing a half-handsome face.

His skin was very white, his temperament was clean and clear, and his slightly long broken bangs covered a small part of his eyelashes, but the melancholy hit people's hearts.

Lan Shuying curled the corners of her lips coldly, and instead of looking at him, she quickly turned around and walked down the steps.

Behind her, Meng Qingguang only had time to see a shadow that passed away in a hurry - was she?

He hesitated, thinking of greeting this long-time competitor, and the introverted he instinctively dodged a little, and his pace subconsciously slowed down.

……

The students reluctantly returned to the classroom.

This is a long recess, because the school has recently canceled the radio exercise, and during the half-hour break, many people take the opportunity to go to the cafeteria to buy snacks together, and Lan Shuying's new tablemate, Zheng Xiaoyuan, is one of them.

The little fat man stuffed a vacuum-packed braised chicken leg into the drawer of her desk, arched her hand flatteringly, and begged with a grin: "Study theology and God, will you have time to give me a lecture on the topic in the evening self-study?" ”

If he made a separate request, Lan Shuying might be a little more happy, but the topic was ...... Well......

Seeing that she didn't react, the little fat man was a little disappointed, but he didn't take back the bribe, but withdrew his hand seemingly freely, and spread the textbook on the table by the way.

The teacher for this class came late.

Seeing the other teachers passing through the corridor one by one, the dozens of people in the classroom were restless, and the roars of the disciplinary committee members could be heard from time to time.

At this time, a girl at the back table joked: "Zheng Xiaoyuan, today on Christmas Eve, you see that everyone is sending peace fruit, why do you still send braised chicken legs?" No wonder our Du Xueba is not happy to deal with you. ”

The little fat man was stunned for a moment, looked around, and sure enough, on the windowsill, in other people's drawers, and on the podium, he saw more than a dozen large crimson snake fruits one after another, he scratched his head, and said with a smile: "Then I will go out to buy it at noon, and make sure that our family is satisfied." ”

"No, what kind of question are you talking about, show me." Lan Shuying said.

The little fat man pushed over a geography workbook and drew a few questions with a red circle, Lan Shuying read it and felt sure, so she should go down, and decided to leave it for him to teach him at night self-study.

As a result, this arrangement fell through.

Before school ends in the afternoon, the school announces the cancellation of today's evening self-study, and reminds students to go home early and pay attention to safety.

Countless classrooms rang out with deafening cheers at the same time.

Textbooks, hats, scarves...... As long as everything can be thrown, I am afraid that it will not reflect the excitement in the hearts of these student cubs.

The little fat man couldn't care about his question now, and packed his things and prepared to go home.

On Lan Shuying's table was the peace fruit that he had to give, with a fresh fruity fragrance, and the smell made people feel sober.

She silently changed the core of the pen.

The classmates quickly left, leaving only five or six people, including her, accompanied by the sound of flipping books and the clattering of pen tips on the paper.

After a while, there were three or four people here.

By the time it got dark, the classroom had become her exclusive territory.

There was silence all around, and she enjoyed the undisturbed silence, turning the pages of the book, and the aroma of ink became more and more intense. Square words and tadpole symbols rushed into her eyes, becoming part of her memory, and then with the brushing questions, it didn't take long for her to memorize the knowledge that Du Xianjun had mastered, and she was still a little short of being able to understand it.

Only mathematics is an exception, Lan Shuying is a little distressed, she doesn't want to brush, and she bites the rod.

The hands on the watch skip nine o'clock.

She was happily brushing the geography problem, and when the watch ticked the time, her body instantly had some kind of strange reaction, and the pen immediately stopped.

Lan Shuying was stunned.

What's the situation? She wanted to continue working on the question, why didn't she move?

The heart begins to beat faster.

She had a bad premonition.

I simply followed the feeling, got up, and walked to the corridor outside the classroom. As soon as he stood by the railing, he heard the sound of someone's soft footsteps from the side.

Lan Shuying felt something, looked in that direction, and sure enough, she was facing a pair of melancholy eyes.

You don't need to look at the blind protagonist's aura on his body, just by looking at this appearance, you can be sure that it is the male protagonist, Meng Qingguang.

A genius boy whose father died and whose mother is unknown, he has only one relative at home, his grandfather in his fifties went to work in other provinces, and this teenager lives alone next door to Du Xianjun's house. Because he lived closely, he was taken care of a lot by Grandma Du, but he didn't have a deep friendship with Du Xianjun in private, but had more contact at school.

Both of these are introverted top students.

The difference is that Du Xianjun has girlish thoughts for him, because she is shy, she buried this secret love in her heart and did not dare to confess, while Meng Qingguang did not open up, but just regarded her as a sympathetic opponent, and competed with her for the first place in the school for a long time, nothing more.

Meng Qingguang paused, probably embarrassed by her staring, the ghost sent a god, and actually took the initiative to say hello to her: "...... Hi, why haven't you come home yet? ”

Lan Shuying was a little stunned.

Because she had seen similar pictures countless times in Du Xianjun's memory, every time, Meng Qingguang walked straight over, and this was the first time she spoke.

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