That touch of green, in the warm spring grass, is extraordinarily leaking.

Lin Yue's dark green wavy rolls, hanging behind his back, like vines stretching branches, growing savagely.

"Lin Yue?"

"It's not."

"It's really Lin Yue!"

"How is that possible?"

The classmates in the class talked a lot, waiting for Lin Yue to raise her head, the long hair in her ears fell down to her face, the breeze blew through the window, and she smiled, moving, like Chang'e in the moon.

Wang Ziyi was stunned for a moment when he sent Zhou Zhou into the door, and today, he felt that Lin Yue was getting better and better.

"Let's go, don't you still have to buy groceries?"

Zhou Zhou whispered at the door.

"I almost forgot." Wang Ziyi came back to his senses and turned to meet the head teacher.

"Don't you go to class?"

"I didn't have classes in the morning."

"Coming so early? Do you want to study on your own? ”

"Huh? Be. ”

The head teacher glanced at Zhouzhou, and she hurriedly walked into the classroom and sat next to Lin Yue.

"I saw the photos in your group, and the hair color is beautiful." Zhou Zhou said.

Lin Yue looked up, just facing the teacher who passed by the back door.

The teacher's frightened expression floated by, and Lin Yue was a little stunned.

"Who's that?"

Zhou Zhou whispered, "That's Wang Ziyi's head teacher, and he is also the teaching supervision teacher." ”

"It's a little scary, it feels like he's floating past when he walks."

"Haha! That's how I describe it. ”

Liu Nandong sent Lan Xin'er to class, and then studied by himself in the empty classroom next to him, he opened Zhang Yu's postgraduate entrance examination, put on headphones, and plunged into it, wandering in the boundless ocean.

Zhang Yu pointed at the camera in front of the blackboard.

"I know that some people have found a video of my gun version on the Internet, and I will forgive you, they are all students! What if it was 'World War II'? ”

Liu Nan Donghan smiled, and the supervising teacher passed by the door again, with an unbelievable expression.

I can't tolerate watching videos here early in the morning.

The teacher came over and stood straight in front of Liu Nandong.

He indulged in humorous online classes and couldn't extricate himself.

The teacher knocked on the table.

"Classmate, your laughter is noise pollution."

Liu Nandong took off his headphones cutely, "Teacher, what are you talking about?" ”

The teacher glanced at the screen.

"It's okay, just to remind you to be quiet a little, come on! Watch out for you! ”

"Oh." He was confused.

The teacher pretended to be calm and fled.

Shang Boqing took advantage of the absence of classes to go to the art gallery of the design class to find inspiration.

The 30-meter-long art gallery is in an irregular ring, with student works on one side and seminar sofas on the other, and brown wooden planks flowing with delicate textures at the feet, inspiring the designers.

"Hello, where is this? Why can't I get around? ”

In front of Shang Boqing stood a tall and thin boy, under the blue frame, his eyes were shining, revealing a brilliant and brilliant atmosphere.

"This is the Academy of Art, where are you going?"

"I went to the laboratory building, and I just went to the bathroom, and I couldn't tell the direction when I came out."

"The laboratory building is in front, and you can walk through this corridor, and there are a few small doors...... I'll take you there. ”

"Okay."

Shang Boqing casually glanced at the experimental report book in the boy's hand, and the cover read "Song Bowen".

"I've never been here, and the paintings on the walls are amazing! This is the Sydney Opera House, right? It's so realistic! This is Daxing Airport! This is Notre Dame Cathedral, right? And this, it's ......"

"The Louvre."

"Yes, the Louvre...... European ......"

"French." Shang Bo cleared his interest.

Song Bowen lingered and stopped to look at it.

Shang Boqing pointed to the mock-up in the glass display case.

"This is the clay model of the urban wind park planning, you look at these cars, boats, curved surface processing needs good plasticity materials, not easy to dry crack, is expensive."

Song Bowen pressed his glasses on his face, looked down at the tiny parts on the model, and was full of praise, "I thought that art design was all about writing and drawing, but I didn't expect it to be so complicated, I have a friend who is also engaged in design, and I guess he will do this." ”

The lights were on the patchwork tables, and the students gathered around to lay out their cases and discuss them enthusiastically.

"Is this the door?" Song Bowen asked.

"Yes, go out and turn right to the back door of the laboratory building."

"Thank you!"

The smile left by the boy is especially there, it is so familiar and very friendly.

Shang Boqing's heart was empty, such a long corridor, but there was no one around him who could walk and share together.

After class, Lin Yue went straight to the second training ground, and the master who led the training had been waiting for a long time.

"First time driving?"

"Hmm."

The coach was attracted by the dark green curly hair.

"Dye it for the first time?"

"Hmm."

"Life is not easy."

Lin Yue felt that this was abrupt and uncomfortable to listen to, so she neatly fastened her seat belt, and set off without waiting for the coach to give instructions.

"Huh!" The instructor pressed the brakes.

"Before I can speak, you dare to open! Kidding? Do you want to hang up? ”

Lin Yue let go of his hands, and after the coach finished talking about a lot of theories, he began to get started smoothly, starting from one end of the training ground, bypassing obstacles, rushing to the other end, and throwing a beautiful drift.

"Wow!" Lin Yue shouted excitedly, as if he had driven a go-kart.

"Stop!" The coach's eyes widened angrily, "Why are you driving so fast?" ”

Lin Yue turned off the fire and stopped on the side of the road.

"Parking garage!"

Lin Yue made another exciting flying car, and threw the parking space into the warehouse.

"Fail!"

Lin Yue rolled down the window and went out to take a look, "Coach, I parked very standardly, I didn't press the line, and I was on time." ”

"Too restless! Same as your hair! I told you to drive slower the first time, did you listen? It's like being chased by a wolf! What's the hurry? I ask you what's in a hurry? ”

"There are classes in the afternoon."

"Look at you, when did you choose! Pick a time to ...... next time."

"I want to take the test this time."

"What are you doing like this? Too restless! ”

Lin Yue got a haircut in the rearview mirror and applied lip balm.

The coach stared at her intently.

"Emotional setbacks? So green on the head? ”

Lin Yue looked back at the coach and smiled.

She hurried back to school and rushed into the rehearsal hall.

Mura watched as a green flame rushed towards the band's position.

"You ......" Nian Kai looked at Lin Yue, who was full of energy.

"Me? What am I? ”

Nian Kai pointed to her hair.

Lin Yue sat in the lead singer's seat, played with the guitar in his hand, and awkwardly played a "lumberjack" version of "Farewell Song".

"What are you playing?" Mura frowned.

"Life is a rare reunion, only parting

A thousand wisps of love, a glass of wine, and the sound of the flute

I asked you when you were going

Come to Mo wandering"

Lin Yue hummed the lyrics of "Farewell".

Mura applauded, "What a beautiful singing!" Join our band! ”

Nian Kai listened to this sentence and remembered that when he was a freshman, he and Lin Yue met for the first time at the freshman party, and at that time, her singing voice entered his heart and lingered for a long time.

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