Soon Nanmeng replied, "Actually, I talked too much today, I should have talked to you well, I'm sorry, my charming girlfriend." ”

"Hehe, it's okay~"

This night, Ruan Meiyan was relieved, from the Chinese New Year to the present, she felt so relaxed for the first time, and the relationship between them could be the same as before, and she felt very happy when she thought about it.

Day after day, Lan Yuehui still gave Ruan Meiyan a make-up class, talking about the questions, Zuo Yihan turned around from time to time to say a few words to Lan Yuehui, asked two questions, Nanmeng sometimes studied and sometimes played games with Wen Yang, and in a blink of an eye, it was time for the second year of high school.

"Lan Yuehui, do you choose liberal arts or science?" This is the issue that Ruan Meiyan is most concerned about.

"What do you want to choose?" He didn't answer directly.

"I think I'm suitable for liberal arts, and the physical chemistry in science is really too difficult, and I can't learn anything about it." Ruan Meiyan said with a bitter face.

"Hey! Mei Yan, you choose liberal arts and science! Nanmeng and Wen Yang walked over and asked.

"I haven't figured it out yet, but I'd rather choose liberal arts, what about you?"

Nan Meng patted Ruan Meiyan's shoulder excitedly, "I think so too, I definitely choose liberal arts, history, politics and geography, I can memorize it!" I really don't use the formulas of physical chemistry. ”

"That's right, that's the same idea for me, I'm definitely going to choose liberal arts." Wen Yang answered.

Ruan Meiyan looked at Lan Yuehui, "What about you?" Have you thought about it? ”

Lan Yuehui didn't answer, and directly wrote two words on the placement paper: liberal arts.

Seeing that Lan Yuehui finished writing, Ruan Meiyan showed a happy smile, and she also picked up the pen and wrote the word liberal arts on the paper with certainty.

The second year of high school was a watershed, and some students chose other paths because they couldn't keep up with the curriculum, studying music, art, sports, and going to technical school. Everyone is planning their own way out.

Wen Yang watched everyone's grades rise step by step, he was still counting down, and it was inevitable that he was starting to be a little anxious, he decided to try to study hard, but after letting Nanmeng teach a few questions, he found that he had pulled down too much basic knowledge, and he couldn't keep up with it from now on.

In the midst of choices and entanglements, he chose to use his strengths – sports. He decided to devote himself to practicing physical education, and after passing the physical examination, he would learn a more basic cultural class, so that there should be some hope.

Between classes, Wen Yang told everyone the news, and several people discussed it, thinking that this road might be the best path for Wen Yang.

But once he took the road of sports, it meant that Wen Yang couldn't go to class with them, because he chose to be a sports student in his second year of high school, and there was too much training to be needed, so several people decided to go out for a meal together to bless Wen Yang's new path.

In the hotel, Wen Yang sat next to Ruan Meiyan, and his eyes never left her half a step from beginning to end.

"Flattering." Wen Yang called her name.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't sit behind you anymore, so no one will tell you jokes every day to make you happy, and no one will buy you milk, although you haven't drunk it a few times, and in the end it was Nanmeng who drank it."

Nanmeng slapped the table, "What's wrong with me drinking?" ”

"No, what can I do, any of us can drink the same. Don't interrupt me, sir, I've finally put aside this sensationalism once. ”

"Medium, you continue." Nammu took a sip of her drink.

"Where did I go? Oh, yes, so even though I won't be in class with you in the future, I'll still be back if I study late at the start of class or something, so you don't have to think too much about me. ”

"Cut, whoever thinks of you is narcissistic." Nanmeng rolled her eyes.

"Huh? Charming face, you say, will you miss me? Wen Yang said half-jokingly.

Ruan Meiyan smiled, "I think, sports students will be very tired, you have to persevere." ”

Wen Yang nodded, "Don't worry, with your words, I will definitely do it." ”

Lan Yuehui raised her drink glass, "Come on." ”

Wen Yang also raised his cup, and the two of them touched it, "You too." ”

The city is bustling and beautiful at night against the moon and lights. After this night, it will be a new day, and in this city, there are still students who go to and from school, and work hard for exams and futures.

As the temperature continues to rise, ushered in the sophomore year of the sports meeting, Wenyang naturally became the focus of the sports meeting, although it has only been training for a long time, but he has achieved excellent results in each of the sports activities.

Nanmeng and Ruan Meiyan shouted loudly with their classmates next to the runway: "Class six! Come on! Wenyang! Come on! ”

"The spring breeze is blowing, the war drums are beating, you are Wenyang, who are you afraid of!" The whole class shouted.

Lan Yuehui stood next to Ruan Meiyan and rolled her eyes, "What kind of slogan is this, it's so vulgar." ”

Ruan Meiyan turned her head to stare at him, "Cut, if you don't help cheer together, forget it, and even say that our slogan is not good." ”

Lan Yuehui took a deep breath, "Who said that, I, I just said that your slogans are cheesy." ”

He looked at his classmates and shouted loudly, "Students, let's shout together, I said that you will win in Class 6, okay?!" ”

"Good!"

"Class Six!"

"Victory!"

"Wen Yang!"

"Victory!"

The loud and enthusiastic slogans kept sounding on the playground, and Wen Yang, who ran over, had more strength after hearing it, and continued to sweat on the runway.

Zuo Yihan stood on the other side of Lan Yuehui, "Brother Yuehui, drink saliva, don't shout so hard and don't shout hoarse." ”

She handed Lan Yuehui a bottle of water, Ruan Meiyan and Nan Meng looked at them at the same time, Lan Yuehui seemed to be frozen there, Zuo Yihan unscrewed the water bottle and handed it to Lan Yuehui's mouth.

Zuo Yihan looked at Ruan Meiyan, "What's wrong?" Brother Yuehui doesn't even have the freedom to drink water? ”

Ruan Meiyan rolled her eyes, "What do you ask me for?" Whether to drink or not is his own business. ”

Zuo Yihan looked at Lan Yuehui, "Yes, Brother Yuehui, you are a boy, I believe you don't know how to drink water, you have to look at the eyes of others." ”

Lan Yuehui nodded, "Yes, no, you have to drink it when you're thirsty, right?" ”

Nan Menggang wanted to rush over and scold them, but when he saw Lan Yuehui dodging Zuo Yihan's water bottle, he walked to a pile of mineral water and reached out for two bottles, walked back, and handed one of the bottles to Ruan Meiyan.

Zuo Yihan's face did not change, he drank a few sips of the water in his hand and screwed on the lid, and continued to watch the game.

Nanmeng patted Ruan Meiyan, "Wen Yang is almost finished, let's go to the finish line and wait for him!" ”

"Good!"

Nanmeng went to get a bottle of water, and several people hurried to the end to wait for Wen Yang's triumphant return.