Time runs fast, and in a blink of an eye, it comes to the end of the semester.

In the final exam, especially after the total score of a group of partial students led by Chixiao was raised, the first class led with an absolute average score, but this time the second place was no longer the third class, but the new class 34 class accepted from outside the school by the third year of high school.

After a semester of adaptation and hard work, these top students from different middle schools have finally found a 'territory' of their own in the new world of No. 1 Middle School.

The appearance of Class 2 can be regarded as a complete end to the battle between Class 3 and Class 1, especially after Class 1 made a group photo display board on the outer wall, and the other students suddenly felt that the legendary nerdy class did not seem to be so dull.

At least, not in terms of appearance.

Si Yan is very caring, his shooting skills are very poor, so he went to the photo studio to find a professional post-production to deal with, at first glance, all of them are handsome men and beautiful women.

Gradually, there were more students in the corridor outside the first class, and the female students in the next class always gathered at the door to look inside the classroom, and the members of the student council who checked hygiene and discipline would no longer embarrass them, but more often looking for opportunities to talk to Chixiao.

After the choral performance, Chixiao crushed Xing Hao with an absolute number of votes on the recent school grass ranking on the school forum, and the 'late bloomer' became a middle school grass in the last year of high school and settled in the forum Hall of Fame.

So here's the problem, you need photos to settle in, but Chixiao doesn't have a personal QQ, and he doesn't play Weibo, and there is only a group photo on the wall about him, which is not good! How can the 'Hall of Fame' who looks at the face put a group photo?

Therefore, Lin Fen received an important task issued by the forum management team - to take Chixiao to buy a set of clothes that can see people, go to the barber shop to grab a hairstyle, and take another set of photos by the way.

Lin Fen had a good relationship with Chixiao during this time, and he grabbed Chixiao's cheeky characteristics of taking advantage, and opened up with him directly, but he was directly rejected by Chixiao.

"I'm not free, I'm going to do a question!"

"Please, you're not mistaken, are you? The winter vacation is only seven days! If you go home for the New Year and delay it for a few days, you won't have time to play at all, and you still have to do the questions? ”

After Lin Fen finished speaking, he suddenly found that the atmosphere was not quite right.

During the rare holiday, the other students had already packed up their things and gone home for the New Year, but Chixiao never moved from beginning to end.

By the way, she remembered, this guy grew up in an orphanage, where is there a home.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

Chixiao buried his head and continued to review the topic.

Si Yan had just finished sending off the penultimate student, and in the end, only the two of them were left.

He walked over and patted Lin Fen on the shoulder.

"Lin Fen should go home first, I'll talk to him."

Lin Fen didn't dare to speak again, hung his head and put the woven scarf on Chixiao's desk, and then left the classroom with his bag on his back.

People go to empty buildings, and the world is quiet.

Smack.

The pencil lead in Chixiao's hand suddenly broke, and he simply stopped his pen and looked up at Si Yan.

"The teacher is also going home for the New Year, right?"

"Hmm."

"Oh."

Chixiao pressed the mechanical pencil and continued to write.

Finally, the senior students left the school, and the teachers in the teacher's apartment also returned to their hometowns, and it was the Chinese New Year, and the whole world was a lively and prosperous scene, but some people were excluded.

During this period of getting along, Chixiao tasted pain, hunger, poverty, and collective joy, but he didn't expect that the last taste was personal loneliness.