It didn't take long for her to turn around, raise her head and whisper, "Thank you." Zhang Lingyang turned his head sideways to meet the girl's shining European-style big eyes, round goose egg face, delicate facial features, and the stubbornness between her eyebrows that did not match her age. He smiled and nodded, and the two didn't talk much to do their own things again, but Zhang Lingyang firmly remembered this classmate in his heart.

"Zhang Lingyang!" A strong and powerful voice sounded, and Lu Zhipeng walked into the guard room menacingly, "If you don't come to study in the morning, call your home, why didn't anyone answer?" Do you know how many phone calls the teacher made. ”

"I'm sorry, teacher." Zhang Lingyang closed the book, lowered his head slightly, and said guiltily.

Seeing that Zhang Ling, who had an excellent attitude of admitting his mistakes, Yang Lu Zhipeng's anger also dropped by half, so he didn't pursue it any further, he walked towards the girl, and his attitude was slightly better, "Jiang Mujian, what's the matter with you, your father said that you went out early." ”

"I'm sorry, teacher, my bike broke down on the road and was delayed for some time." Jiang Mujian held the headphones that he ripped off as soon as he saw the head teacher, and said lightly.

"I heard that you arrived at the guard room, so I called your dad back, and after school, I talked to my parents about the situation and repaired the bike." After hearing this, Lu Zhipeng completely lost the severity in his eyes, and said gently.

Looking at the two students, holding books in their hands, standing uprightly, between their usual study and their own studies, and did not do anything out of the ordinary, Lu Zhipeng's attitude changed from worried and stern at the beginning, to gentle and distressed.

"You two, although there is a reason for the incident, the written review that should be submitted still has to be submitted." Head Teacher Lu nodded at Zhang Lingyang, and said earnestly, "Especially you, Zhang Lingyang, you will be on duty for the next few days, and I will almost rush into your house to find you." If you can't come to class in the future, you should contact the school and your family in time. Something happened at a young age, how bad it is. ”

"I see, Luban." Zhang Lingyang listened carefully and said modestly.

"I know that too. Lu Ban," Jiang Muhibiscus, who was standing on the side, said leisurely.

"Let's go to class." Lu Zhipeng waved his hand with satisfaction.

When the two returned to the classroom together, they didn't speak again. When the two appeared at the door of the classroom one after the other, the picture of the right appearance caused a lot of commotion, because the two protagonists are people who talk little and are cold and not easy to mess with, so the classmates discussed crookedly and privately and did not harass them.

Zhang Lingyang glanced at the last row out of the corner of his eye, and finally knew why he was not familiar with Jiang Mujian, the girl sat in the corner of the last row, quietly, low-key, and went in and out of the back door.

The school bell rings, and the teacher leaves the classroom after class. The students cheered and closed their textbooks, put them in drawers, and went home to go to the cafeteria together. After the students were finished, Zhang Lingyang took a broom, arranged the desks neatly, carefully cleaned up the ground, swept and swept, and suddenly a plaid handkerchief came into view, Jiang Mujin held an unopened handkerchief in both hands, and stretched out in front of him reverently, he raised his body and looked at her suspiciously.

"This is a handkerchief returned to you, thank you this morning." Jiang Mujian kept a certain distance and said lightly.

Zhang Lingyang didn't want to accept the handkerchief, but looking at the resolute expression of the girl in front of him, it seemed that he would always be like this if he didn't accept it. After a pause, he stretched out his hand to take the handkerchief, Jiang Mujin smiled happily at a glance, revealing the dimples on his face, and the afterglow of winter spilled in, reflecting on the faces of the two, and the tacit smile blossomed.