In the second week after the start of school, the teacher proposed to sit in the current seat first and then adjust the position in the future, but the students had no opinion, so Fang Ruo began to live at the same table with Jiang Nan.

After the two sat at the same table for a week, they were stunned and didn't say a word to each other, Fang Ruo also felt quite comfortable, and studied quietly every day.

It's Jiang Nan, who always looks like he wants to say and stops, wants to speak but doesn't say it, as if he has that arrogant heart.

When the surrounding classmates chatted with the two of them, they couldn't help but be a little curious when they saw that they never talked to each other, so they secretly inquired about their relationship while one of them was away.

"No, we just don't know each other, we don't have hatred, just classmates, as for not talking much, that's because we don't have anything to say." Fang Ruo stopped the pen in his hand and replied freely.

"Last time I asked Jiang Nan, she said the same thing, I thought you had a fight, it's okay, it's okay." The classmates at the front table smiled flatteringly, and the gossip was satisfied.

Also, the two of them did not have a grudge, but neither of them looked at each other well, and they didn't know if Jiang Nan wanted to declare war or what it meant to sit at the same table with him, Fang Ruo always felt that she would embarrass herself.

As a result, Fang Ruo found that Jiang Nan was not a very noisy person on weekdays, chatting with classmates near her seat after class, telling jokes to make others very happy, and handling the relationship with her classmates was not bad, and she didn't make any stumbling blocks to upset her, and sometimes she would hand in her homework and help her hand it in, it was really difficult to connect her with what Xu Zhuoyuan said, isn't this the same person?

It is true that Fang Ruojue's opinion of her has changed a little, except for the very savage and impolite appearance when she grabbed the seat in the basketball game in junior high school, she no longer shows these annoying behaviors, but instead gives people the impression that she is very kind, kind, funny, and a very good girl.

Fang Ruo didn't like to look at a person with colored glasses, although the previous events made her a little shadowy, she was still willing to believe in the goodness of human nature, so she also tried to stop resisting her so much.

Sometimes I helped her get her homework when she was sent, and the teacher asked her to go to the office to help convey it, brought fruit from home, and when she shared it with her classmates at the front table between classes, she also asked her if she wanted to try it.

At first, Jiang Nan was very surprised, looking flattered, but later he seemed to understand something in his heart and accepted it kindly.

Although the two people are still not intimate to the point of saying nothing, it is much better to choose to automatically block each other than to treat each other as if they did not exist like air before, at least the two people can still talk when they deal with each other when necessary, and sometimes they talk to each other when chatting with their classmates at the front table.

Although Zheng Yuqian felt in her heart that Jiang Nan had her own calculations, Fang Ruo still felt that she was different from before now, and she could no longer compare what had happened before.

A middle school can board, because the school is far away from home, riding a bicycle is no longer convenient, Fang Ruo every day to take the bus from the starting station to the terminal, she wants to live in the school, but also to save the time from home to school back and forth, Fang Ruo's mother does not agree, living at home does not have to pay high accommodation fees, you can save a sum of money, and she can also help bring her younger brother back every day.

There was no way, Fang Ruo had to set the alarm clock 20 minutes earlier, just to not grab the bus that was full every day with a group of school people.

Fortunately, Xu Zhuoyuan does not live in school, he is used to the life of his mother who takes care of everything, it can be said that he has not washed a few pairs of socks, and the boy will not care about these trivial matters, if he chooses to live in school, he will have to deal with everything by himself, he is deeply self-aware, so he decisively chose to go to school.

Although the head teacher of the first class hoped that the whole class could choose to live in the school, so as to facilitate unified management, Xu Zhuoyuan still resolutely did not fill out the accommodation application form, and the teacher saw him like a smart child who could read, so he let him go.

The two of them still go to school together every day like in junior high school, and the two of them will buy breakfast at the breakfast shop next to the bus stop, and it is impossible to eat in the store and then leave, and they can't take it to the classroom for breakfast, so the two of them always pack and take it to the bus to eat.

The bus was staggering, and Fang Ruo was prone to motion sickness, and he felt even more uncomfortable when he ate on the bus, and his stomach was tumbling for a while, but if he didn't eat, he would be cold, and he would have a stomachache if he ate again.

If she had slept the night before and had a cold stomach, then taking the bus another morning really made her feel worse than dead, and the bus stopped and turned so that she was simply out of her soul.

Xu Zhuoyuan never got motion sickness, he was in very good health, every time Fang Ruo closed his eyes and looked pained, or couldn't help but cover his mouth and retch, he was worried that she would pour out in the next second.

He was afraid that she would really vomit in the car, so he always stared at her next to her, and then said in a trembling tone: "Hold on, Sister Fang, I'm about to get off the car, I must hold on, do you want to apply some cool oil, or another piece of ginger?" ”

Fang Ruo rested her head on the seat, closed her eyes and frowned and shook her head weakly, her spirit had already staggered to the clouds, and after a long time, when Xu Zhuoyuan thought that she had fallen asleep, she suddenly squeezed out a few words from between her teeth, "Don't, I'm afraid of spicy death." ”

Xu Zhuoyuan suddenly felt unable to cry or laugh.

Fortunately, although Fang Ruo was dizzy from motion sickness, she persevered every time and didn't really vomit in the car.

Later, every time she got on the bus, she sat by the window, although the wind blew in and hit her face, but it was always able to relieve some of the discomfort caused by motion sickness, and fortunately, there were not so many people on the bus home from school, the car drove much more smoothly, and she was not so uncomfortable on the way back.

The study of high school is different from that of junior high school, Fang Ruo found that the difficulty of learning has increased a lot, especially mathematics, physics and chemistry, junior high school only has unsatisfactory math scores, the first monthly exam, not only the math scores are the same, physics and chemistry scores are also worrying, biology scores are mediocre, political geography scores are not bad, especially history scores are excellent, this time I also took the first place in a single subject grade.

Because her grades showed obvious polarization, even the head teacher couldn't help but sigh when she looked at her grades: "You are the material for studying liberal arts." ”

There seems to be a saying among high school classmates in that era, that is: if you don't do well in science and can't continue to study, go to liberal arts, liberal arts are simple.

In everyone's cognition, liberal arts are simple subjects that can be learned without IQ reading dead books, unlike science, which requires thinking and constantly challenging IQ, such prejudice makes many people with strong self-esteem resolutely choose science that they are not good at because they are afraid of being ridiculed as a fool who chooses liberal arts when filling in the subject list.

Fang Ruo seriously considered it after the results of the first monthly exam came out, and she decided that she would definitely choose liberal arts when she was assigned classes in the future, firstly, because she really had a hard time studying science, and secondly, she had always been interested in literature, history and other liberal arts subject knowledge.

Moreover, after publishing her first article in a literary magazine during the summer vacation, she had an idea in her heart, that is, in the future, she wanted to be a writer, using the pen as a sword, to write about the injustices and injustices in this world, to write about the real suffering in the world, and to speak out for ordinary people.

All of this made her inextricably linked to the liberal arts ever since.

On a cloudy day, the sun hides in the thick clouds, and when it quiets down, there is a hint of wind blowing, and the autumn is crisp and pleasant, which is her favorite weather.

"Fang Ruo, the head teacher asked you to go to the office."

"Okay, thank you."

Fang Ruo walked in the direction of the office, and as soon as he stepped into the office, he saw Chen Zifan with his back to her, standing opposite the head teacher, talking about something with his head down.

"Here, Fang Ruo." The head teacher saw her standing at the door and beckoned her over with a smile.

Fang Ruo walked over and stood next to the head teacher, glanced at him when he passed by Chen Zifan, he also met Shang Ruo's gaze, but after looking at each other, his eyes dodged twice, Fang Ruo felt that he was acting a little inexplicable.

"Fang Ruo, I heard Chen Zifan say that you were classmates in junior high school before, right?"

What do you mean, why do you want to ask this, she was very puzzled, but still responded politely: "Yes, we are junior high school classmates." ”

The head teacher patted his thigh and said excitedly: "You two used to run a blackboard newspaper together, Chen Zifan said that you used to cooperate very well, no one has signed up for this blackboard newspaper in our class, just now Chen Zifan said that he is willing to run a blackboard newspaper, do you think you are also willing to make some contributions to the class?" ”

Fang Ruo saw the expectation in the head teacher's eyes, she glanced at Chen Zifan next to her, he lowered his head and didn't speak, but the roots of his ears were red.

It seems that Chen Zifan recommended himself to the teacher, can you disagree, the teacher asked if he was willing, if he refused, he would become a person without a sense of responsibility who was unwilling to contribute to the class, and it was not unwilling, it was a trivial matter to do something for the class and suffer a loss, but... Wouldn't it be very embarrassing to run a blackboard newspaper with him in the future.

Fang Ruo's mind spun around, thinking about how to deal with this matter.

The teacher saw that she didn't respond immediately but was in a daze, and said, "Fang Ruo, running a blackboard newspaper can also add points to your personal semester comprehensive evaluation, do you think you are willing to participate?" Like wiping the blackboard or something, I'll ask Chen Zifan to do a little more, don't worry. ”

After speaking, he said solemnly to Chen Zifan: "Remember to let Fang Ruo know more, boys must be responsible." Chen Zifan nodded obediently, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Teacher, that's not what I meant......." Fang Ruo hurriedly explained, and his face turned red.

"Okay, I know you're a good boy, I hope you two can work well together, go back quickly, it's time for class." The homeroom teacher got up and took the lesson plan on the table and prepared to go to the classroom.

After walking out of the office, the two walked one after the other, and when they were about to walk to the door of the classroom, "Fang Ruo, wait a minute." Chen Zifan suddenly stopped her who was walking in front.

"Yes... I'm sorry, Fang Ruo, I recommended you to the teacher, I didn't ask you first, it doesn't matter if you really don't want to. ”

Fang Ruo turned around, her eyes were on the blue school badge on the chest of his white school uniform, she recalled that he sent the fainted self to the infirmary that day, he was also a good person, and his eyes at the moment were so sincere that people couldn't bear to blame.

"It's okay, you go back and think about the overall layout, I just don't know if I can still write the blackboard now." Fang Ruo laughed twice self-deprecatingly.

Chen Zifan put down the big stone in his heart, his mood jumped again, and he said excitedly: "You must have written very well." ”

Fang Ruo nodded, then turned around and walked towards the classroom.

Chen Zifan feels that the whole world is extremely beautiful.