Chapter 175: Thank you Song Ci
The next day, school starts on Monday.
Because it is necessary to participate in the flag-raising ceremony and unify the school uniform.
So as far as the eye could see, there were a large number of students in red and white school uniforms walking on the road.
The uniform of Huacheng Middle School is also a major feature, it is not the same as other schools, small suits, black pants or red plaid skirts.
Rather, it is a very traditional flour bag, which is red as a whole and dotted with white borders.
In the merger of the third and fourth middle schools, it is not about the selection of school flowers and grass that is the most controversial, but about the school uniform.
The original school uniform of No. 3 Middle School was a dark red suit, with black trousers for boys and red and black plaid skirts for girls, which looked full of youthful vitality.
The fourth middle school is more traditional, and it is a cool blue and white flour bag with regular rules.
The two schools looked at each other from a distance with their gates resting on their doors, envying each other for the uniforms of the schools opposite.
No. 3 Middle School felt that although the school uniform of No. 4 Middle School was ugly, it was ugly and distinctive.
At least for snacks, it's a good choice to hide your phone.
If there is no rag for cleaning, it is not distressing to use it as a rag.
However, the students of the fourth middle school do not think so.
They feel that the small suit of the third middle school is simply invincible and good-looking, and they are really envious, where to find such a high-value school uniform.
In the midst of their mutual envy, the two schools merged to form Huacheng Middle School.
They have given a lot of surprises to the students, and the students of the third middle school silently prayed for a flour bag school uniform, how beautiful the blue and white are! The black and red colors are simply not too oppressive.
The students of No. 4 Middle School directly took out three pens and bowed three times to the fashion magazine, hoping to continue the tradition of No. 3 Middle School and ask for good-looking school uniforms.
However, the school did not disappoint them, combining the characteristics of the school uniforms of the two schools to make the current red and white flour bags.
There is a white line on each side of the sleeves, and the seams of the trousers are also white seams, white above the chest, and the rest are all red.
The sleeves are fat, and it is completely okay for students to stuff a few packs of puffed food.
Well...
It's okay.
In other words, the new uniform is red, but the new school emblem is green.
Red with green, there is a saying...
Red with green, big XX...
This new school uniform, especially in terms of color matching, is constantly disliked and complained about by students.
But they complain as long as they can, if they are complained about by other schools.
Good fellows, that's hard to talk about.
Because of the school uniform, there have been many wars between schools.
Other schools laughed and said that the birch school uniform was a red sack that could hold the whole earth.
Seems like good...
The birch middle school students sneered at them that they were not safe, and girls wearing short skirts were easy to attract perverts.
It's also reasonable...
The noisy and noisy summed it up, and the students in Birch Middle School chose flour bags for their own safety.
This dress is not ugly, but it is really not much better if it is worn on ordinary people.
Unlike this student, who is walking towards the school gate...
At this time, Song Ci looked at the time very leisurely and walked towards the school gate.
He wore a red and white school uniform jacket over his white shirt with no zippers.
There was no expression on his face, one hand was in his pocket, and the other was carrying his schoolbag with his backhand on his shoulder.
Song Ci's eyelids drooped, not so much tired as lazy.
The hair was still messy, and there was a handful at the back of the head, fighting stubbornly against the wind.
The whole person exudes a cold atmosphere, and people should not be approached.
Song Huanian asked the driver to park the car next to him, got out of the car and walked over.
She also wears a school uniform, but the name of the school flower is not for nothing.
This set of clothes shows youthful vitality on Song Huanian's body, and his hair is coiled into a ball, which raises the proportion of the whole person's figure.
It seems that the golden ratio of three or seven points is simply perfect.
Song Huanian did not greet him directly, but silently followed behind him and did not speak.
When he came to the corner, Song Ci in front of him stopped.
Song Huanian hurriedly took a few steps back, and stood there staring at Song Ci's stupid hair.
She was a little puzzled, why did Song Ci stand here, wasn't she afraid of being late for school?
Thinking about it, Song Ci suddenly lowered his head and raised his wrist to look at the time.
I don't know if it's a general law, Song Huanian also subconsciously looked at the time.
The second hand happened to point twelve, seven fifty.
Looking up again, Song Ci had already taken a step forward and walked forward.
Song Huanian was stunned by his behavior, which was a little incredible.
The apricot eyes were round and big, but what was revealed between the eyebrows was confused.
So... Song Ci calculated the time early in the morning, and waited here until 7:50 every time before he came out?
So, does it mean that she is not alone in giving, but in response to another person?
All this seems to be a coincidence, but in fact, it is an opportunity for two people to cooperate?
One day in his first year of high school, Song Huanian got off the bus at 7:50 by chance, and happened to see Song Ci coming from around the corner.
That day, Song Huanian didn't know how excited he was, and when he was in class, he wrote a lot of Song Ci's names densely in the textbook.
It's exciting to meet someone you like early in the morning.
The same table asked her why she wanted to write Song Ci.
Song Huanian almost unabashedly, said with a smile: "I like Song Ci." ”
She usually holds a copy of "Anthology of Song Ci" whenever she has time, and the students in the class also know it.
So there is no suspicion at the same table, not to mention that a well-behaved girl like her can't get along with the school bully Song Ci.
She just nodded, reminding her to prepare a textbook for the next class.
After that, Song Huanian got off the bus at 7:50 every day, and he could see Song Ci every time.
This insistence is one year, three hundred and sixty-five days.
She thought that she had always been full of expectations, but she didn't know that his mind was being seen by another person, and then silently cooperated.
This performance is also a year, three hundred and sixty-five days.
In this year, Song Huanian was still the one who held the "Anthology of Song Ci" all day long, smiling and telling his classmates that he liked it, but secretly pointed to a person.
Song Ci is still the school bully that no one dares to provoke and is feared.
It's just that in the morning, I will become an actor and act with the girl I like.
Song Huanian took a deep breath and quickly followed.
She patted Song Ci's left shoulder with her right hand, and then turned to him from the right side when he turned his head.
Song Huanian's eyebrows and eyes are crooked, and his smile is lingering, showing the charm of Jiangnan.
She lightly pursed her thin lips and said with a smile: "Song Ci, thank you." ”
"Thanks for what?" Song Ci also smiled, but directly hooked the corners of his lips.
"I just want to thank you." Song Huanian's face was slightly red and she turned around.
Song Ci grabbed her white wrist and spoke, "You're welcome." ”