The skin on her face is like some kind of ringworm, no matter how thick the moisturizer Shen Qiong wears, after a while, another layer of white frost will appear in those peeling places. It looks like the BB cream hasn't been wiped evenly after rubbing it, or the powder is too bad.

When she finally packed up, it was half past ten, and she had to grab her homework and run all the way to school.

At ten forty, there were still many people in the classroom, and Shen Qiong stood silently behind. There are also people in the classroom who are still writing hard, and most of them still have the joy of the New Year on their faces, talking and laughing with their peers. The lady at the same table came out early to sign up, but Shen Qiong didn't see her when she came, so she had to stand alone in the team and be silent.

The new semester is not looking forward to it at all.

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According to the time arranged by the school, the day of registration is to come to the school for evening self-study. After Shen Qiong got the receipt ticket, she slowly walked out of the classroom alone.

The midday sun was dazzling, but the temperature didn't rise much, what a strange weather.

Before the holidays, there were three French plane trees not far from the entrance of the school, but now they have been replaced by camphor trees all over the street, only the bare trunks stretch out, and the trunks are still hung with nutrient solution, like a dying patient.

In the evening, when studying at night, Shen Qiong and the lady at the same table also mentioned it.

"Maybe the sycamore tree has fallen insects, anyway, not all schools are like this, and the camphor tree is also very good." It was rare that the lady at the same table did not lower her head to play with her mobile phone and chat with Shen Qiong.

"Anyway, you know something? On the matter of Zhou Maowen going back to Guangdong to study. ”

"I ...... I don't know," Shen Qiong's hand shrunk into the padded jacket clenched and let go, "I'm not familiar with him." ”

"Don't you like him......"

Shen Qiong shook her head and stopped answering.

When Zhou Maowen turned his head to look back, he happened to hear Shen Qiong's sentence 'I'm not familiar with him', but he didn't take it seriously.

It's just that I always feel weird in my heart, but I can't say it. But this feeling has been put on hold for the time being by the next change of seats.

It seems that it has become customary to change positions once a semester, but when Zhou Maowen moved the table to Shen Qiong, Shen Qiong was not calm.

She lowered her head vigorously, reducing her sense of presence, but she had to raise her head and move her desk slowly back. After awkwardly dragging the table for a few steps, a pair of hands took the table in her hand and carried it easily into the air.

"Where are you sitting?" It was Zhou Maowen's face, the face she had liked for a long time.

"I ......" Shen Qiong accidentally threw herself in her chair, and even fell down with the chair, the class didn't know who laughed first, and then everyone looked at Shen Qiong, and the laughter was a little harsh.

I don't know why, Shen Qiong is a little sad, and her physical coordination ability is not like this.

But she still got up silently, the table had already been placed, and she whispered thank you. Zhou Maowen in front may not have heard it, otherwise why would he have crossed her and looked behind.

The arm was actually a lot red, but Shen Qiong didn't check it on the spot. It was only when she returned home to take a bath, the hot water flowed through her arm, stimulating her nerves, and she quickly retracted her hand, only to find that the area was bruised and purple, and the skin was broken, and now it was a dull pain.

By the time Shen Qiong finished previewing tomorrow's knowledge points, it was already approaching the early hours of the morning, and the sky was dark, but the lights of a household in the building opposite were still on, and she vaguely saw a girl in pajamas, still writing something on the lamp.

Whether it was a diary secret or an exercise, she didn't know.