Jian Han can't really tell the difference between liking and appreciating, only knowing that when he appears, her heartbeat will suddenly lose control, fast for a while and slow for a while, and the continuous throbbing makes her a little overwhelmed.

Now, for example, she can't help but wonder if he has an umbrella with him, and silently prays in her heart that it won't rain, otherwise she will definitely be drenched.

There are many big and small exams in high school, and the first position in the grade is fought over by Chi Guiyan and Jian Han, in the eyes of others, they are either rivals who don't like each other, or Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi, who hate to see each other late.

But in fact, the two main owners are not familiar with each other at all. The seats in the classrooms are far away, and there are few opportunities to talk, and the most recent contact was at the mobilization meeting two weeks ago.

On behalf of all the students of the first year of high school, they sent blessings to the seniors of the third year of high school, and the whole performance was very good, the audience responded enthusiastically, the school leaders were very satisfied, and the students of the news agency also uploaded the recorded video to the school forum. A series of actions finally led to Chi Guiyan being blocked in the stairwell by the senior sister of the second and third years of high school for a week in a row, and Jian Han's desk was quietly filled with all kinds of milk tea with QQ numbers.

Tacit understanding is probably a kind of metaphysics. seems to be a perfect speech, Jian Han actually mouthed no less than three times, and Chi Guiyan was able to skillfully cover up the past every time. Although his expression in the video is serious, it is not difficult to find a faint smile hidden on his face.

Later, after a long time, Jian Han was told that she had been spoiled by him.

The red light turned green, the bus started slowly, and Chi Guiyan suddenly turned his head as if he felt something.

The girl by the car window was as pure as a pear blossom, her eyebrows were fresh, her eyes were moving, and her slightly stunned expression was full of sweetness that could not be concealed.

He was momentarily distracted, until a sharp whistle sounded behind him, and then he hurried back to his senses, and stepped on the pedal of the bicycle, his lips sinking into a deep arc.

Thunder roared in the distance, lead-gray clouds slowly rolled across the sky, and several unknown trees were rustled by the wind. The heavy rain that had been brewing all morning finally fell, crackling and blooming countless transparent rain flowers on the ground, and the smell of grass and earth gradually appeared in the air, fishy but not greasy.

After math class, Jian Han was really a little sleepy, and lazily rested on the table. As a result, not long after closing his eyes, the classroom suddenly fell silent, and even the sound of the workbook being turned over became very faint.

She felt a thrill in her heart, and thought that the teaching director was coming to patrol again, so she reluctantly sat up straight, grabbed a pen casually, and pretended to be serious about it.

What appeared at the door was a tall, thin figure that was the exact opposite of the dean. The young man's bright and delicate facial features were completely invisible, and he was loosely carrying a light gray schoolbag on his left shoulder. He didn't wear a school uniform, and he wore a regular black hooded sweatshirt and slacks canvas shoes with a refreshing and refined look, and there was an indescribable extravagance in his gestures.

Jian Han resisted the urge to yawn and rubbed her eyes, only then did she notice that the young man was walking in her direction.

It's finally time to go to school, Ruan Zhizhou.

While the others were still guessing who this young man was, Jian Han had already made a judgment with great certainty, yawned, and continued to sleep.

As everyone knows, from this moment on, she can detect his small ideas one step ahead of others, such as the graffiti-like two English words on the black canvas shoes under the boy's feet, "South Wind".

The south wind knows my intentions, and dreams to Xizhou, Ruan Zhizhou.

Soon, the footsteps were near, and Jian Han could feel that the spacious space around her had become obviously crowded, and someone pulled the chair she had pushed under the desk and sat down, and then ...... She fell asleep completely.