Song Huanian's school registration was transferred from Huacheng to Beijing early, but he never went to school due to physical reasons, and Song Zhongchen and Lin Qiuling avoided this topic.

Today, Song Zhongchen took the initiative to provoke this matter, and he was really worried because he was very worried about watching Song Huanian stay at home all day and not being able to fight at all. After discussing with Lin Qiuling, and learning about the situation with the attending doctor, it was finally decided to let Song Huanian return to campus.

On Monday again, Song Zhongchen drove Song Huanian to school, and kept telling him on the way, "When you arrive at school, if you feel unwell, you should tell the teacher immediately, don't brace yourself." Mom has medicine in your bag, remember to take it on time, don't forget it. The school is residential, but we have already applied to the school to let you go to school, so I will pick you up in the afternoon. ”

Song Huanian laughed helplessly, "I know Dad, don't worry." ”

When he arrived at the school gate, Song Zhongchen frowned and turned around, "Nian Nian, I'll send you to the school, I'm really a little worried." ”

"Daddy!" Song Huanian stretched out his hand to smooth his eyebrows, "Don't worry, I have delayed you and your mother from working for a long time when I was at home, and now that I am in school, you two can continue to work." Otherwise, I'll feel guilty. ”

"Then be careful yourself!" Song Zhongchen was still very worried, "Hey, I still feel..."

Song Huanian shook his head, picked up the schoolbag placed next to him, and opened the car door, "I'll be careful, goodbye." ”

She stood outside the car, waved her hand to Song Zhongchen, and turned to walk towards the school.

The attached middle school is a closed school from elementary school to high school, and when she came to the school, it was already past the school time, so there were only a few students in the huge school wearing school uniforms and wearing a student union sign on their chests to check.

When she went out in the morning, Lin Qiuling kept telling her to go to Director Wang after she arrived at school, and not to find the wrong place. At that time, I thought she was too worried, but now when she was attached to the middle school, Song Huanian knew that she was too simple.

She wandered around for a long time before she realized that she had just walked to the junior high school, but she had not seen the shadow of the high school so far.

Song Huanian was wearing the green and white school uniform unique to the attached middle school, and looked for the administrative office of the high school with a confused expression.

She continued along a road, and there were fewer and fewer students on the road, so she must have entered the scope of the high school.

There is a large fountain in the middle of the front yard of the high school, which reflects the light in the sunlight, and it makes you feel a little cool just by looking at it. Song Huanian was a little tired and stopped to take a rest, she stood there looking at the fountain, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up a little, and she didn't notice that a boy not far away was looking at her.

Fan Shuzhe was checking the hygiene with the other members of the student council, when he suddenly turned his head to see a girl wearing a high school uniform standing on Wutong Road in the front yard. The simple school uniform was worn by her with a bit of youth, and her hair was tied high into a ponytail, which looked morbidly beautiful.

It is completely different from the coolness of northern women, and the softness of some Jiangnan people. Standing there as a whole person, it is a vivid ink painting.

Fan Shuzhe was a little stunned, and he stared at the girl intently. The girl's fair little face had apricot eyes that took up half of her face, and she was smart, and a mole next to the corner of her mouth was slightly raised, adding a bit of beauty.

It feels like love at first sight.

The classmate next to him patted him on the shoulder, "Shuzhe, it's all checked, let's go." ”

"Wait." Fan Shuzhe's gaze didn't move, and he leaned slightly and asked, "Chen Xian, is that from our school?" Why haven't you seen it before? ”

Chen Xian pushed his glasses when he heard this, and looked at Song Huanian with half-squinted eyes, "Isn't it?" He also saw Song Huanian's face, and he was also a little stunned, "I'll go, when will there be such a beauty in our school, why don't I know!" My title of know-it-all is a bit wasteful! ”

"It should be a primary school girl in the first year of high school, otherwise it's a new transfer student." Fan Shuzhe came to a conclusion, turned over the student union sign on his chest with his hand, and pointed the side of his name to the front, "Wait here for a while, I'll go over and ask." "Chase the book

"Hey!" Chen Xian watched Fan Shuzhe walk towards Song Huanian, and was amazed, "Is this a 10,000-year-old iceberg ready to melt?" Or are the hooligans ready to be good? This is the rhythm that is ready to make the seniors cry! ”

Fan Shuzhe is a flower attached to the middle school. Phew, a grass.

But it should be more accurate to say that it is a flower, after all, this flower is a school flower that has bloomed from the beginning of junior high school to the third year of high school, fascinating the existence of thousands of girls.

Always wearing a white shirt and a pair of gold wire glasses appear on the school's major lists.

He accounts for half of the school's excellent list, and the other half of his country is on the school's punishment list.

Always a bohemian look, full of disdain and indifference.

Until, I saw the girl standing on the Wutong Road attached to the middle school, like an ink painting.

From then on, the prodigal son turned back.

"Classmates." Fan Shuzhe walked towards Song Huanian with a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm the president of the school's student union, I'm checking, I want to ask about your school card?" ”

The school card is a name to prove the identity, and the requirements of the attached middle school are very strict, wearing school uniforms every day of the week, and bringing the school card.

In the words of the school leaders, as long as there is no gate out of the attached high school, you must wear a school uniform! Bring your school card! Otherwise, it is to deduct the quantitative points of the class, and the points are linked to the salary of the class teacher, so the students of the attached middle school are always cautious in school, and when they see the students of the student union, they will turn around and run.

Song Huanian was startled by Fan Shuzhe who suddenly appeared in front of him, subconsciously took a step back, and even hugged his body with his hand, a little scared.

Chen Xian, who was standing not far away and peeking, almost laughed out loud when he saw Song Huanian's reaction.

My God, this is the first time that the Affiliated Colonel Cao took the initiative to talk to a girl, and he hit a wall directly!

I said, Fan Xiaocao, you can grow a little heart, our little Hua Nian is not something you can overcome.

Song Huanian felt that he was a little rude, so he quickly stood up, bowed his head and apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm a new transfer student, and I haven't received my school card yet." ”

Fan Shuzhe suddenly realized, thinking that his guess was indeed not wrong, "Do you need my help?" The school is quite big, so it can't be lost, right? What class are you from? ”

"Senior Wenyi, the head teacher is Teacher Meng." Song Huanian bent his eyebrows, and finally saw the appearance of the young man in front of him clearly.

White shirt, gold-rimmed glasses, and slightly messy hair.

She panicked and saw a familiar figure.

Song Huanian stared at his eyes and couldn't help but redden.

Really, like him.