Downstairs, Fang Chenchu picked up the bicycle and walked to the staircase, thinking about it, he still didn't know what was wrong with Song Song?

I didn't dare to go up to her for a while, so I stood downstairs and looked at the window with the lights on, it should be Uncle Song who asked her to eat.

The staircase was very cold, and gusts of cold wind roamed around here wantonly, until it took away the last trace of warmth on Fang Chenchu's body.

When he got home, Fang's mother was about to go out to find him, and anxiously asked him why he came back so late and didn't make a call.

Fang Chenchu shook his head, "I forgot to call while cleaning at school." ”

Fang's mother has always believed her son's words 100%, and this time too, she quickly pulled into the house with his cold hand and got busy in the kitchen.

A bowl of steaming ginger tea was placed on the table, and before Fang's mother bothered to persuade him to drink it, Fang Chenchu took a sip of it himself.

The cheerful Fang's mother didn't react.

Fang's mother looked at her son's back as he entered the house, and was a little puzzled, "Xiao Chu, take a hot bath before coming out to eat." ”

Two people are divided into two different neighborhoods because of a road, which is less than a kilometer away, and there is a lot of confusion.

Song Song didn't sleep all night, not that she was so angry that she was playful, but she just couldn't sleep because of insomnia, and she tossed and turned on the bed and sweated before she sat up angrily.

If you can't sleep, then study, I don't know who the fat man will be at the same table with on a cloudy day.

"Alas, there are two and a half years left in junior high school, and the fat man is going to live and fly with others?" Song Song's mind was full of Fang Chenchu, who held the hand of the little girl who didn't know which one and ignored the 38th parallel, anyway, as long as it wasn't Lin Xiaoxiao, who was newly transferred.

But things are often like this, when Cai Wenjing's mouth just spit out the names Fang Chenchu and Lin Xiaoxiao, Song Song's face was gloomy, and he looked like he was about to come in a storm.

Fang Chenchu cleaned up the desk, glanced at Song Song before moving over, his lips moved, and finally he didn't say anything.

Song Song's eyes were red, and the pen in her hand was dismantled by her, damn Murphy's Law, damn Xueba!

But fortunately, Yang Zhenzhen was arranged next to Song Song and became the same table, Yang Fan sat behind Yang Zhenzhen, and the three of them were so close.

Compared with the first row of Fang Chenchu's podium, they were in the same class, but there were so many people in the middle distance, and Song Song was about to vomit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Actually, you did really well in the exam this time, seventh in the class!" Yang Zhenzhen's words stabbed Song Song again, and he nodded without smiling.

Yes, she did well in the exam, but the second time she was in junior high school, she only got the seventh in her class in the first junior high school exam.

"Fang Fatzi is really blessed, he can sit with Ban Hua, and envy him to death......"

As soon as Yang Fan finished saying this, he was immediately swept by the eyes of the two women, especially Song Song, "What class flower?" ”

Yang Fan scratched his head, "It's Lin Xiaoxiao, as soon as she came, 99% of the boys in our class had already passed, and she was the flower of this class!" ”

99 percent?

"That's right, that one is Fang Fatzi, when did you see him participate in such a voting activity."

Song Song nodded, it was true that Fang Chenchu rarely participated in the topics of the boys in the class, but she was still relieved when she thought about it.

"Do you think he's as vulgar as you? He definitely didn't care what class flowers. ”

Yang Zhen really wanted to laugh, but he still endured it for the sake of his friend's beautiful mood, "Yes, Fang Chen is not a superficial person at first glance. ”

“……”

Yang Fan looked at the rampant appearance of these two girls, and really wanted to wake them up with a slipper, "Yes, Fang Fat doesn't care, Lin Xiaoxiao can crush you without relying on his face and grades." ”

After speaking, the bell rang for the end of class, and for fear of being beaten, Yang Fan ran out and squatted in the toilet for ten minutes, and didn't swagger back until the next class began.

Yang Zhenzhen doesn't care about being crushed by his grades, after all, he has obtained various awards from other scholars.

Song Song was different, ten minutes passed, and Yang Fan was still looking at him with gritted teeth when he came back, as if the teacher could tear off his skin and make him show the prototype with a single turn.

"Remember to sleep with one eye open at night."

Yang Fan looked at the note handed over by Song Song just now in horror, what did she want to do? Are you going to attack me at night at night?

Looking at Song Song's straight back, Yang Fan inexplicably felt the gloomy black gas surrounding him, should he call Fang Fatzi to protect him, it is best if necessary, but if necessary, he can pounce on this witch and save him, a poor and innocent little handsome guy.

How did Song Song and Fang Chenchu reconcile after that?

Song Song thought about it, Fang Chenchu went to the commissary after school that day to buy a snack of fifty yuan, and then they reconciled.

Song Song thought that she was still very backbone, and she definitely didn't obey because she loved to eat, just because of his sincere attitude, and his face was blue when he ran back and forth at that time, so he reluctantly forgave him.

Fifty yuan snacks, two big bags, full of her favorite food.

The movements of the two at the school gate are particularly conspicuous, not to mention that at this time, people have just come and gone after school, and the little girls passing by are looking at Song Song with envy, although the suitor looks very casual, but this posture looks like a rich person.

Song Song was a little inflated by these eyes, and picked up the hairpin on one side of his ear with one hand, and slowly took the two bags of snacks.

Then sat on the back seat of Fang Chenchu's bicycle.

With Fang Chenchu's rapid pedaling of the bicycle and leaving the small unit of the campus after a while, everyone talked about the two people just now.

People who don't know each other are trying to find a way to inquire about this peculiar pairing, and all kinds of popular science they know exaggerate the daily life of the two.

Yang Fan witnessed all this, and still had a candy like a cigarette in his mouth, "Such a fat man is eaten to death, look at Song Song like that, whoever comes to insert two chicken wings for her can fly into the sky." ”

The cold wind of winter was blowing a little stinging on her face, Song Song tried her best to hide her face behind Fang Chenchu, but fortunately, the fat man's body advantage blocked her a lot.

But her little action was still discovered by Fang Chenchu.

Fang Chenchu stopped the bicycle, and the ball-like figure gently pulled the bag in Song Song's hand, and the two bags were tied together in a knot and placed on the ground.

Song Song looked at the fat man and then at the bag, isn't this guy going to take away the snacks again?

Don't say it, with Fang Chenchu's brain circuit, he really did this.

But this time, it was obviously Song Song who thought too much.

Fang Chenchu's scarf today is also very long, and at first glance it is Fang's mother's masterpiece, spreading out more than half of it around Song Song's neck, until only two eyes leak without missing a slit.

Song Song sat in the back seat of the bag tightly, and Fang Chenchu in front of him only had a small loose section around his neck, in order to save his high office, Song Song tried his best to stick to his back, feeling the softness of the fat man.