"I paddled all the weekly magazines in our group, and I did it all night."

"Of course you can, if you're just messing around, as fast as you want." But for Chen Yue, it was something that required time and energy to be done carefully. He didn't say it, he felt that maybe for Lin Fu, most things didn't matter and were easy.

"I probably understood, so Xin Keli took the initiative to discuss with the teacher, changed the time, and then postponed."

"Yes."

"If it's a postponement, then even if the group is changed, it doesn't matter, anyway, there is still a lot of time to prepare."

"Hmm"

Chen Yue picked up the seating chart again and muttered.

"Do you want to cross the bridge?"

……

The next day when he went to school, Lin Fu did not meet Chen Yue again. He walked slowly on the road, inevitably stepping on the red flower sheep's hoof on the ground, and in just a few days, the street was already a different scene. It's fall. He suddenly felt that he was not as persistent as he imagined, and he kept saying that he liked autumn, but now he was very bored, and every season has a place for people to remember, and similarly, there are places that are unacceptable.

Lin Fu arrived very early this day, passing by the bulletin board on the first floor, he slowed down and looked at the bulletin board slowly. The official poster of the signing meeting and the poster of the "Literary Weekly" competition produced by the student union were pasted together, dwarfed, and these four words flashed through Lin Fu's mind.

The final round of voting for the "One Sword Breaking the Ground" signing meeting and the "Literary Weekly" competition

Who will be awarded for the final round of voting for the signing session?

Deadline: Fourth week of October

Organizer of the signing meeting: Guangdong Province Yuenan Writers Association Yuenan Literature and Art Publishing House Rizhao Middle School

(If you have any questions, please contact the teacher in charge of the affairs and the volunteer service team of the signing party: the presidium of the student union of Rizhao Middle School)

Poster drawing: Propaganda Department of the Student Union of Rizhao Middle School

With so many names, the school is quite good at helping itself promote. Lin Fu read it word by word according to his habit, and knew it in his heart.

After they ruled out the rest of the possibilities yesterday, the only result left: Xin Keli was panicking to help Xun Zhi, and her friend Ruxiang most likely misunderstood Chen Yue. He remembered that Chen Yue hung his head and said, "You are right, the truth is meaningless." It's really sad to look at.

And unexpectedly, after he came to a conclusion, he didn't feel happy at all.

What's the problem? Lin Fu looked at the date that had been changed on the poster, and suddenly had a new idea.

If that's the case, things are going the other way entirely. He quickly sorted out the information in his head, and two doubts rose in his heart.

Lin Fu walked quickly to the class, put down his bag, there were still ten minutes before the start of morning reading, if it was faster, he would be able to rest when he came back, after all, it didn't take long to confirm this thing.

He walked near the door of the student office, and the information about the student union personnel was hung on the outer wall, Lin Fu looked at it word by word, and soon, he found the name he was looking forward to in his heart.

Really.

……

A few days later......

Rarely, Chen Yue did not continue to read his novels, drawing the typesetting of "Literary Weekly" on scratch paper.

"It's a good drive." A familiar voice came from behind him. Chen Yue turned his head.

The clean white short-sleeved school uniform, the skin that was too fair and not very healthy, the eye-catching handsome face and deep eyes, Chen Yue was a little surprised to see the visitor.

"Why are you here?"

"Isn't your class a physical education class, why are there so many people?" Lin Fu thought that their class had a physical education class, and there was still a week to hand in the weekly, and Chen Yue would definitely take a leave of absence. looked around and found that many people were looking at him, a little embarrassed. Lin Fu frowned, realizing that he shouldn't have come at this time.

"The physical education teacher has asked for leave for something, and it has become a self-study class." Chen Yue also found that everyone was looking at them, and shrunk his neck,

"You're paying too much attention..."

"It's your classmates who are making too much fuss, go out and talk, I'll also have a self-study class next time." Lin Fu fiddled with the Yantang sweet milk on Chen Yue's table that had not yet been opened.

"Drink it if you want, I think it's too sweet." Chen Yue said as he cleaned up the books and sketches of the weekly magazine on the table.

"If you don't drink it, you can bring it." Lin Fu put it down,

"I've had milk today."

"My mom didn't have to stuff it in my bag." Chen Yue got up, took the milk with him, and handed it to Lin Fu.

"Well, I think it's pretty good." Lin Fu took it, and today's second bottle of milk was also ready to enter the stomach.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

They went to the small place where they had gone during their lunch break again, and this time the quilt was already hung on the bamboo shelf. When the class bell is ringed, the residential area becomes quiet, the sun is shining on the quilt, and the surroundings look warm.

"You're talking about last week."

Chen Yue sat on the stone bench and took the lead in speaking. I don't know why, Lin Fu felt that he looked much calmer. Ancient people often said that they had a white head overnight, and Lin Fu felt that the current Chen Yue also felt this way, not that he was getting old, but he felt that he seemed to have gone through some struggles for this. Dealing with the affairs of the literary weekly has made him too tired.

"Yes, it's about Literary Weekly." Lin Fu paused,

"Do you still want to know the answer?"

"I already know."