It's almost the end of the semester, and the physical education test is about to take another 800 meters, which is even more painful than asking Su Ziyue to do math study questions, but fortunately, it will be once a semester. So when Han Mo came home from school every day, he would accompany Su Ziyue to practice running in the morning just like when Su Ziyue participated in the sports meeting in the morning.

Every time Su Ziyue, who was completely weak when she ran, as soon as she saw Han Mo waiting for her in front of her, she instantly had a spirit again, and this effect was comparable to wind oil essence.

On the day of the exam, the boys run first, and the girls are finished.

"Don't be nervous, come on." Natsuki comforted Su Ziyue.

Su Ziyue nodded bitterly.

When the second lap was more than half a circle, Su Ziyue's breath was almost panting to his throat, his head was cold, and his steps gradually slowed down.

"Come on, you two, pass Han Mo said please eat chocolate." Tang Yu shouted beside him.

Su Ziyue didn't have the strength to turn her head to see who it was, but she recognized it as Tang Yu when she heard the voice. I don't know if it was the strength that chocolate gave her that made her run through the finish line with all her might.

Since her father's death, she found various flavors of chocolate in the refrigerator compartment of the refrigerator at home, but she didn't expect her father to love chocolate so much that she later fell in love with the taste of chocolate.

Su Ziyue, who was panting at the finish line, saw Han Mo coming over: "Qiao, chocolate." ”

Han Mo walked past Su Ziyue's side: "Are you talking in a dream?" ”

Su Ziyue realized that she had been deceived, and pouted: "Tang Yu lied to me." ”

Xia Shu helped Su Ziyue fix her hair: "Okay, okay, don't be angry, we all did well in the exam this time." ”

"yes, I've done it." Su Ziyue thought that she had passed the passing line, and she was happy again.

"Give." Han Mo put the chocolate on Su Ziyue's table.

Su Ziyue looked at the package, it was strawberry-flavored.

Su Ziyue, whose face was a little red because of running, glanced at Han Mo and coughed, "Thank you." ”

Han Mo looked at Su Ziyue and asked, "Are you very hot, I see that your face is red." ”

When Su Ziyue heard this, she leaned on the table and said sullenly, "It's okay." ”

This year's winter came exceptionally early, and temperatures began to plummet.

"Han Mo, if you don't hurry up, you'll be late." Su Ziyue put on her shoes and shouted at the door.

Han Mo wrapped his scarf around him and walked his long legs towards the door.

He took out a bottle of milk from his schoolbag and gave it to Su Ziyue: "At the important moment of the third year of high school, milk must be drunk." ”

Su Ziyue took the hot milk, held it in her hand and said, "Thank you." ”

The reason why Han Mo came out so slowly was because he was helping Su Ziyue warm milk. After Su Ziyue found out, a warmth unconsciously rose in her heart.

The red scarf made Han Mo's skin very white, and it was strange to say that this person was obviously tanned in the summer, but in the winter, he actually came back white. However, Su Ziyue was whiter than Han Mo, so she was not envious at all.

"Look it's snowing again." Han Mo pointed out the window.

"yes." As she spoke, Su Ziyue closed her eyes and began to sleep, still holding the bottle of milk in her hand.

On rainy and snowy days, this road is relatively slow, and it will not be possible to reach it in less than 20 minutes. Every time Su Ziyue fell asleep, Han Mo would sneak a few glances at her. Once Su Ziyue drooled, Han Mo hurriedly took out the paper, but in the end, it was not fast enough, because the saliva was already on her clothes. After waking up, Su Ziyue looked at Han Mo as if he was watching a good show, and pointed to the lip mark on his clothes, not to mention how embarrassing it was.

During recess, Xia Shu was folding thousands of paper cranes, and Su Ziyue also followed. Because it was not very good-looking, it was thrown away by the book, so that the thousand paper cranes disappeared and did not pay attention to it.

Han Mo watched Su Ziyue's clumsy appearance of folding a thousand paper cranes on the side, which was quite interesting. When she went to pour water, she took away the paper crane that had been thrown aside.

Soon it will be the New Year's Day party, and the school requires each class to report a program, the more the merrier, and finally screen.

The third class chose a chorus under the organization of Yang Susu, a member of the Literature and Art Committee, and the repertoire was Liang Jingru's "Courage". Because Yang Susu has listened to her brother's adaptation, it is very suitable for everyone to sing together.

Lin Fangnan, the head teacher, made a promise that as long as the three classes of the New Year's Day party were selected and won any award, the Chinese winter vacation homework would be halved. This surprise completely mobilized the enthusiasm of the students.

One performance after another is taking place in the school auditorium.

The backstage of the show is also a mess.

"I'm so nervous, what about Su Ziyueren? Hiccup~" Natsuki hiccups as soon as she gets nervous.

"Hah!" Tang Yu patted Xia Shu from behind.

Xia Shu was so frightened that he shouted, and then turned to look at Tang Yu: "Tang Yu, do you want to die?" ”

Saying that, Xia Shu was about to hit him, but Jia Jia grabbed Xia Shu: "You have a hiccups." ”

"Well, it seems like it's really good." Natsuki took a few more sips of water, "What about Su Ziyue?" ”

At this time, Su Ziyue was watching a boy climb over the wall at the edge of the teaching building.

"Classmate, danger, come down quickly." Su Ziyue shouted loudly.

Du Yongyan heard someone shouting, turned his head to look, and as a result, his feet slipped and fell.

When Su Ziyue saw it, she ran over to help him: "Are you okay?" ”

"If you don't shout, you'll be fine." Du Yongyan pushed Su Ziyue's hand away, stood up and patted his buttocks.

"What are you doing?"

After hearing the voice, Su Ziyue turned around and looked at Han Mochao, who didn't have a good face, walking towards her.

Du Yongyan looked at the boy walking opposite with a stinky face, and then looked at Su Ziyue, then put his hand on Su Ziyue's shoulder with a wicked smile: "What's the matter with you?" ”

Han Mo was very unhappy when he saw Du Yongyan's action, so he went up to remove his hand, and then pulled Su Ziyue to his side: "It's almost time for our show, everyone is waiting for you." ”

"But him?" Su Ziyue glanced at Du Yongyan.

"Let's go, leave him alone." Han Mo pulled Su Ziyue and walked towards the auditorium.

"Classmate, if you are in pain, remember to go to the infirmary." Su Ziyue didn't forget to remind her.

Du Yongyan saw that they were far away, so he continued to climb over the wall.

"Next is the chorus "Courage" brought to us by the second class of the third year of high school."

After the host finished the show, the curtain gradually opened.

When the singing was about to end perfectly, Su Ziyue saw a cockroach flying in front of her, she had been afraid of this kind of flying, black and disgusting insect since she was a child. So much so that she forgot that she was performing now, and was so frightened that she shouted directly, and the classmates next to her were also frightened.

In this way, the second class of the program came to an end with screams.

Su Ziyue felt that it was all her own fault, and there was definitely no hope of winning the award. Although everyone said they understood, Su Ziyue still ran to the toilet and closed the door and cried. When she came out of the toilet, she found Han Mo leaning against the wall.

"Let's go home." Han Mo handed Su Ziyue a bottle of Yakult.

Maybe it was because she was a little tired from crying, which caused her to be a little hungry, and she drank Yakult in two or three bites: "Is there anything else?" ”

"I'm hungry, Aunt Zhang's family has been away recently, and no one is cooking, so I can only cook wontons for you when I go home." Han Mo also made a spoon-flipping motion, although boiling wontons had nothing to do with spoon-turning.

Su Ziyue was so easily amused by Han Mo that she kept nodding her head.

Although the wontons that he ate that night were the most unpalatable food Su Ziyue had eaten in the past ten years, because Han Mo really simply cooked them with water, they were completely tasteless.

She held the bowl of ravioli, and even though it was bland and tasteless, she still ate it all.