Chapter 5 The Language of Flowers

In the blink of an eye, the summer vacation of the second year of junior high school is over.

Regardless of whether the students want it or not, the study and life of the third year of junior high school came as scheduled and came in an orderly manner.

In the third year of junior high school, according to the usual practice, the school rearranged the classes that students were in. And Xia Wan'an and Mo Zhe have a substantial intersection for the first time in reality.

"Hi, Xia Wan'an."

Xia Wan'an, who was bowing her head to solve a one-dimensional quadratic equation, raised her head when she heard the sound, looked at the boy in front of her, and said lightly: "Hi, Mo Zhe." Then he continued to count the questions.

"Hey, hey, you don't seem surprised at all, are you? Why not, such a coincidence. ”

"Coincidentally? It is the arrangement of the school. ”

This time, Xia Wan'an didn't look up, and the speed of the calculation in her hand unconsciously accelerated a little, and it seemed that she had reached the key place.

"What's the misfortune," Mo Zhe walked from the side of his desk to the back and pointed to his desk, "Look, you're finally behind me." ”

"Huh~" This time Xia Wan'an finally calculated the result, put down the pen in her hand, and looked up at the boy in front of her seriously.

Fair skin. Well, it seems to be a little darker than what I saw in the previous two months or so.

A pair of beautiful eyes, there seems to be a little starry in the eyes.

The nose is slightly straight, and the corners of the mouth are slightly raised.

With broken hair on the forehead and a slender neck, it's still so good-looking.

"It's really ......" Xia Wan'an shifted her gaze to the back table, where the word Mo Zhe was written on the book. It's a coincidence, so let's introduce it seriously, my name is Xia Wan'an. It's a pleasure to meet you. ”

"Hahaha, you're as serious as the rumors, hahaha."

"Oh? Do I have any more rumors? "The girls seem to be interested in this issue.

"That, haha, it's just listening to what others say, haha." As if realizing what had been said, Murzer quickly changed the subject.

"Did you have fun during the summer vacation?" Get back to your seat and keep making the conversation.

Xia Wan'an picked up the exercise from her seat and proofread the answer: "It's pretty good, it's just ...... Well? ”

"What's wrong?" Mo Zhe saw that the person in front of him frowned slightly, and asked sensitively.

"It's okay, it seems to have miscalculated again." Xia Wan'an turned around helplessly: "I've counted this type of question two or three times, and I still make all kinds of unexpected mistakes, alas." ”

"Hey, I happened to have a little preview too, bring it over and I'll show it for you."

"Now, you can show me."

"Oh-oh-oh," Murphy glanced at it slightly, "Your question is a constant term, just change the 0 on the right side of the equation to this." ”

"Well, yes, really. I forgot about this again...... Why can't I remember it? ”

Xia Wan'an said with remorse.

"It's okay."

Mo Zhe encouraged softly: "The main question is that what makes perfect, and it is also very good to have this effect under the premise of previewing." ”

"I hope so."

"Definitely, yes. By the way, didn't the last time we met say that we would have time to eat ice cream together next time? Do you have time on Saturday this week, let's go. ”

Mo Zhe changed his tone, as if he had suddenly thought of something important.

"Saturday, yes. It just so happened that I didn't have any arrangements for Saturday either. ”

"Well, that's settled, see you in Times Square on Saturday, and then we'll get there."

"yes, okay."