On Friday afternoon, it suddenly rained heavily, but Shen Qingjia did not bring an umbrella that day.

Until the end of the last class, the rain did not stop.

Shen Qingjia sat in his seat and thought optimistically, maybe when the bell rang for the end of school, the rain would stop. Wait, wait, wait, wait, the rain still hasn't stopped...... Looking around, everyone had umbrellas with them. For the first time, Shen Qingjia realized that maybe she should also pay attention to the weather forecast every day.

The people in the classroom are almost gone, except for Shen Qingjia, oh, there is another person - Wen Zi.

Since that incident, Wen Zi has never spoken to Shen Qingjia again, and even when he received his homework book, he didn't say anything, just like two people who couldn't be strangers anymore. Shen Qingjia didn't think it was inappropriate, she didn't care what he wanted, as long as she didn't pay attention to her. Therefore, Wen Zi's presence did not attract her attention now, and she didn't care if he was also trapped in the classroom by the heavy rain like her. I can only wait for the rain to stop, and rush back after a little lighter. Shen Qingjia concentrated on writing his homework in his seat.

About a quarter of an hour later, the rain still didn't stop.

Shen Qingjia has finished his homework. She put her bag away and pulled out her new notebook to write something.

At this time, Wen Zi came over.

"Shen Qingjia."

"What?" She didn't look up at her, just grabbed her notebook and sat there.

"My umbrella is for you." Wen Zi put a purple automatic umbrella on Shen Qingjia's desk. When he turned to leave, he was blocked by Shen Qingjia's outstretched hand.

"You know I'm not going to take your affection. Don't do anything else. "If you don't like someone, you don't want to have anything to do with them, even if it's good for you.

"Your home is farther away than mine. I'm afraid you'll catch a cold. Wen Zi spoke in a soft voice. It was the gentlest word he had ever said to her in all the years he had known her, and the most serious.

"I'd rather have a cold than have anything to do with you." She was determined to draw a line with him.

Wen Zi had seen her stubbornness a long time ago, and now that all kinds of things were in front of him, he knew that all his actions were in vain. If you want to blame yourself, your luck is too bad. Wen Zi took back the umbrella and prepared to go home. "Well, I'll go back. Be careful yourself~"

Shen Qingjia replaced his answer with silence.

Wen Zicai turned around and saw a boy walking in the direction of their classroom, getting closer and closer, he was already in the corridor at this time. He also holds a long-handled umbrella with green polka dots in his hand.

Wen Zi didn't recognize this boy, but he recognized the umbrella in the boy's hand, it was Shen Qingjia's umbrella. So this person is here to send an umbrella to Shen Qingjia? But who is he? Shen Qingjia has never had any other friends of the opposite sex, at least in their school, Wen Zi has never seen Shen Qingjia get close to any boys. This person's uniform is not from the school around them.

"You're in my way."

Wen Zi saw his badge ZL clearly at this time. He is Zilin No. 1 Middle School, a nationally famous aristocratic middle school. I just don't know if he's in junior high school or high school.

"What is your relationship with Shen Qingjia?" Wen Zi asked.

"What do you say?"

Standing together, he realized that the other party was two centimeters taller than him, and his aura was full of aura, Wen Zi couldn't resist this momentum.

"Song Fusheng?!"

Shen Qingjia heard a conversation outside and came out to take a look.

Wen Zi quickly got out of the way.

"Let's go." Song Fusheng walked to Shen Qingjia's seat and picked up her schoolbag, without Shen Qingjia's reminder, he carefully put the notebook on the desktop and the pen into the schoolbag.

There was only a second pause in his hand as he picked up the pen......