In fact, I was a little curious about why Angel missed so many classes.

But he didn't want to mention it, so I didn't need to ask.

For the next two weeks, Angel kicked out of the round table as soon as class and discussed exercises with me.

The person sitting next to me in the self-study class became him—as if he had always been my tablemate.

Both of us belonged to people with no sense of existence in the class, and he changed seats and even the teacher was not at ease.

Once the homeroom teacher passed by us, she also praised Angel's recent studious state.

After she left, Anqi complained softly: "Lao Ye's eyes are not good during menopause. You've been taking it seriously, I've been cramming for a few days, and she can't see you praising me. ”

I bit the barrel of my pen and didn't answer. Anyway, I never expected praise from the class teacher.

On a gloomy day, we finally finished the final exam.

A few male students threw their bachelor's hats at graduation ceremonies, throwing textbooks all over the classroom.

I also feel relieved: I can finally say goodbye to this sea cage for a while.

I arranged the books into categories, threw them away, and put them in my bag when I took them home for review. At the end, I saw the "Lao She Anthology" that I pressed under the table.

Like an old friend who I haven't seen for a long time, I turned to "Crescent Moon" again and watched it.

Angel suddenly snatched my book. He saw the title and looked at me again.

I suddenly remembered the crescent tattoo on his heart, and I felt a little embarrassed and wanted to snatch it back.

"By the way, what's your home number?" He asked a distracting question and put the book behind his back.

"What?"

"I'm looking for you to play with you during the winter vacation." Angel took out a pen from his messy desk and turned it in his hand beautifully, "You don't have a mobile phone, I can't find you if I want to find you." ”

"I don't have a phone at home." I lied casually.

"And where do you live?" Angel still didn't mean to return my book.

"Why should I tell you? Give me back the book! ”

"Eh, Xu Zhi, why do you have a long bag on your head?" Angel suddenly opened her eyes wide and pointed behind me.

I look back - where is there any Xu Zhi?

"Damn!" I snorted, "Angel, why are you like a schoolboy?" Give me back! ”

Angel had already written something on the blank space of that page. I don't even want to roll a book!

"Angry? Then I'll tear it—" Angel saw that my face was not good, and still smiled, and as she spoke, she made a gesture to tear off the page.

"You tear it up," I was really angry, "believe it or not that I tore you?" ”

"Are you really angry?" Angel raised her hand in surrender and returned the book to me, "It's just a book, I'll give you a new one." ”

Angel's handwriting is square, without the beauty of hard pen words, and each word is written very heavily and clearly.

On the side of the title of "Crescent Moon" printed in Song style, it reads: Room XX, Unit XX, Building XX, Jingya Garden, No. XX, Tengzhi Road, 135XXXX3770.

"You still owe me a KTV, don't think about it!" Angel took out her mobile phone - on the last day of the semester, Bright and honest was also tolerated for using her mobile phone in the classroom, "Quick, your home number, if you don't say I'll go home with you tonight." ”

This guy, I helped him review for two weeks, and he still hates KTV?

Reluctantly, I called my homeline number and said, "When have you been available lately?" I'll call you, you don't call me. ”

"How sneaky? Are you so strict? Can't a guy call you? ”

I glared at him and carefully tucked the book into my bag.

"Tomorrow, then." Angel smiled bitterly, "While the results haven't come out yet, I'm still in the mood to sing tomorrow." ”

"Good. Then you don't need to talk on the phone, I'll go over and wait for you. I thought for a moment and added, "You'll be there at half-past two." ”

"Damn! Kang Rong, you are so careful, you are really ......."

I gave all the test papers, exercises, and drafts that I had written in the first semester to Mr. Oversaturated Dumpster, and I was ready to leave.

"Then tomorrow at one o'clock in the afternoon, don't forget."

"Got it, you're more annoying than my mom." I gave him a thrash and went to the dorm to pack my bags.

I carried a 24-inch trolley suitcase and a heavy school bag on my back for half an hour on the bus. It's already dark.

The living room was a mess, and I cleaned up for a long time and made a simple meal with ingredients that were not fresh in the refrigerator.

My mother didn't come home all night, so I ate a bite and sat on the couch with my knees crossed and watched TV.

On TV, I am my favorite sitcom "Family with Children", and I have my favorite "Lao She Anthology" in my hand. In a daze, I fell asleep.