Mo Xiaoran, who was walking slowly in front, suddenly admitted the truth gently.

"However, he has someone he likes."

Hua Wenqing's footsteps paused, and only stopped for a second, and then continued to follow Mo Xiaoran unhurriedly, until Mo Xiaoran's figure disappeared completely, Hua Wenqing didn't say a word, and even Mo Xiaoran waved goodbye to him, he forgot to respond.

The days of the third year of high school always fly by, and the students who are desperate seem to have enough time, and there are still many things to learn before they have been learned, and the college entrance examination is coming cruelly.

Han Yichen did not appear in the examination room, he was preparing to go to country Y at this time, and Li Simeng was also preparing for the high school entrance examination at the moment, working hard to enter Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School in the near future, and stopped reading those books about economics for the time being, and went to the bookstore less and less.

It's just that the lights in her room are going out later and later.

Hua Wenqing, who finally finished the exam, returned to Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School and looked at this familiar school. There is nothing too special about him in this college entrance examination, and he plays normally.

The day after the exam, the senior students all came back and returned to their alma mater to say goodbye to their alma mater for the last time.

The senior high school students who thoroughly explained it seemed to have entered a new world, in their imagination, this moment was the easiest moment in life, they unloaded all their burdens, no matter whether their grades were good or bad, they knew that they had to let go.

Hua Wenqing sat quietly in the last row, his table mate did not come, he looked at the people in front of him who had been classmates for three years, although a few of them occasionally frowned, but more of them smiled unscrupulously. Everything seemed very kind in his eyes.

Perhaps after today, these familiar faces will become vague memory fragments in the days to come.

The head teacher Han Shaoying walked in, this was the first time Hua Wenqing saw the head teacher come in empty-handed. Today's Han Shaoying has become a little different from Hua Wenqing's recognition of you, it seems that he has put on a light makeup, and his face is no longer serious, but with a shallow smile, if this was before, he would definitely be scared, because Han Shaoying's appearance must be calm before the storm.

But on this day, Hua Wenqing knows very well that Han Shaoying's smile is natural, a shallow smile from the heart, but he can feel that there is always an indelible sadness between Han Shaoying's eyebrows.

Han Shaoying walked to the podium, propped her hands on the podium table, and looked at the familiar students below.

The classroom was quiet all of a sudden, and even the usual lively students were quiet at this moment. They all looked at their homeroom teacher on the podium with complicated faces.

Han Shaoying smiled lightly and cleared his throat.

"Students, I have taken you for three years, and I have watched you grow slowly in these three years, not bad, and you have not grown crooked."

The classmates on the stage all chuckled when they saw that Han Shaoying actually made a joke.

"You are all very well-behaved, I am very happy to be able to take you in the past three years."

After Han Shaoying finished speaking, he didn't know who said in a low voice: "Teacher Han, didn't you say that we are the worst class you have ever led?" ”

"Not one." Everyone echoed in unison, and suddenly burst into laughter again.

"Kobayashi-san is still so naughty, I heard that you have made a lot of trouble in other teachers' classes." Han Shaoying looked at the student who reminded her of the past, and said with a smile: "You can't be so naughty in the future." ”

I don't know why when I heard Han Shaoying say something like not being able to speak, an inexplicable emotion spread in the classroom, just because of such a sentence, everyone returned to the parting mood again.

"In the past few years, I have to thank our class president, Xiao Ran, our class can always be the advanced class of the third year of high school, Xiao Ran is doing her best, here the teacher would like to express my gratitude."

Mo Xiaoran heard Han Shaoying's grateful words, stood up, and bowed deeply to Han Shaoying: "Teacher Han, we should thank you." ”

Han Shaoying waved his hand and motioned for Mo Xiaoran to sit down: "All of you are the most precious students to me, I am fortunate to have participated in the most important three years of your life, if you have any questions in the future, you can come back to the teacher." I can be your teacher not only but your friend. ”

"Teacher Han, we are also blessed to have a teacher like you." There was a telepathy in the classroom, and the words rang out in unison.

Han Shaoying's eyes were red, and she covered her face and dipped the moisture in her eyes with her hands.

"In the days to come, you will all go your separate ways, whether you are pursuing life or pursuing your dreams, if you are tired, Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School is your eternal harbor, and the teachers will always support you."

"But the teacher is here to say sorry to you today, some of your classmates used to always think of ways to ask me for leave," Speaking of this, Han Shaoying glanced at several students off work, including Hua Wenqing, and finally fell on Han Yichen's vacant seat: "But today the teacher ......"

"Report!" Before Han Shaoying finished speaking, there was a person standing outside the door, standing upright in a standard posture.

Everyone followed the sound and saw that it was none other than Han Yichen who was standing at the door, it was Han Yichen, who asked for the most leave.

Han Yichen stood there, his eyes sincere to Han Shaoying, indicating that he was late.

Han Shaoying beckoned to Han Yichen and motioned for him to enter the classroom.

And from the moment Han Yichen entered the classroom, everyone's eyes never left him, especially Mo Xiaoran's eyes flashed with excitement and joy.

She thought that Han Yichen would not come today, and when she saw the empty position beside Hua Wenqing, she didn't know how disappointed she was. She even had some resentment, did Han Yichen not treat them as classmates.

Han Yichen was originally going to go out today, but he still had one more thing to do today, because he was making a gift, and the materials for this gift had just arrived today, and when he was done, he would speed up to get here.

Fortunately, everything was in time.

Han Yichen bowed down to everyone apologetically: "Sorry, I'm late." ”

The classmates laughed: "We're all used to it." ”

Han Yichen sat in his place, and at this time, Mo Xiaoran suddenly stood up, stood up and said loudly to Han Shaoying: "Report to Teacher Han, all forty-two students in the first class of the third year of high school are all present, no leave, no absenteeism, please ask Teacher Han to take the roll call." ”

After Mo Xiaoran finished speaking, he took out a list of lists, walked to Han Shaoying's podium table, and the classroom fell silent all of a sudden.

Han Shaoying took Mo Xiaoran's list, looking at the familiar names on it, her eyes moistened again.

"Li Yunxue."

"Here!"

"Wu Yayan."

"Here!"

"Hua Wenqing."

"Here!"

Han Shaoying became famous one by one, and all the students who were named by Han Shaoying stood up and bowed deeply to Han Shaoying to express their gratitude to the teacher.

After finishing the roll call, Han Shaoying put down the list with some reluctance, and carefully looked at all the students' names, as if he wanted to engrave all these names into his heart.

"Students, the teacher wants to say sorry to you today."