As the days passed, the final exams approached, and the atmosphere in the class became more and more solemn and tense. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

"This question will definitely be tested in the unified examination! If you can't understand it, you have to memorize it for me! On the podium, Feng Meilan held the mock exam paper in one hand and the board eraser in the other, banging on a certain problem-solving step on the blackboard.

There was no sound in the class except for the sound of note-taking.

Lu Xining copied the solution steps on the blackboard on the paper, accidentally drew the auxiliary line crookedly, reached out to rummage for the eraser in the pencil case, but didn't find it for a long time, and couldn't help but look at the math teacher on the podium, tilted his neck, and whispered to Ling Xiquan, "Borrow an eraser." ”

There was no reaction from the side, and she was a little strange, and once again carefully glanced at the teacher and looked at her tablemate.

Ling Xiquan lowered his head, stared at the test paper without blinking, and pointed a red pen in his right hand on a wrong question, but he didn't put down the pen for a long time.

Lu Xining touched her elbow slightly, her head was a little closer, and her voice was like a mosquito, "Ling Xiquan, you are looking for death, you dare to be in a daze in math class." ”

Ling Xiquan was touched by her like this, and suddenly came back to his senses, glanced at her, and before he could speak, Feng Meilan's cold voice came from the front, "Lu Xining!" What ears to bite in class? Say it so the whole class hears it! ”

She swallowed back the words that came to her mouth, and caught a glimpse of her table with her head hanging down honestly, and couldn't help but put her attention back to the podium, Feng Meilan didn't stop preaching at all, and looked around the silent classroom sternly, and said, "Don't forget, there are still two weeks to take the unified examination!" What is the relationship between the UEC? It is related to your positioning for next year's high school entrance examination! Give me a little tighter skin! Whoever fails the unified examination this time, don't want to spend the summer vacation comfortably! ”

At this time, the bell rang for the end of class, Feng Meilan reprimanded, she had no intention of leaving class at all, continued to pick up the chalk, and said, "Let's finish the last finale." Most of the students in the class quietly looked at me and I looked at you, and saw the impatience and helplessness in each other's eyes, but none of them dared to really show their dissatisfaction on their faces, and sat in a regular manner, listening to the math teacher analyzing the problem-solving ideas.

There was the sound of other classes frolicking in the corridor, Feng Meilan paused after explaining her thoughts, glanced at the students under the podium, saw them hunched over their backs and absent-minded looks, frowned, said "class" in a cold voice, and walked out of the classroom with the unfinished homework books and test papers on the podium.

As soon as she left, the class became a little more lively, and Lu Xining also raised her head and said angrily, "I can be regarded as serving Feng Witch, I can still hear my voice when I am so small, could it be that she still has a pair of tailwind ears!" After speaking, he also pushed the same table, "Hey, did you say yes?" ”

"Huh?" Ling Xiquan looked at her blankly, and then gave a perfunctory "um".

Next to her, Lu Xining was still chattering and complaining about Feng Meilan's sternness, she listened casually, and her eyes glanced at the front table that was empty again today.

The chairs were quietly tucked into the desks, and the sunlight outside the window shrouded the empty seats, creating a large halo and Y shadow.

It seems that I don't know when Ye Qingting has been coming to school less and less, from the beginning every other day, to now it has been almost a week, and he still hasn't come to school.

Ling Xiquan thought that she knew the reason a little.

From the beginning of the reluctance to guess and hold on to luck, now, she has to face this cruel reality.

Ye Qingting is not far away from going abroad.

She and Ye Qingting seem to have slowly cooled down since that day's tutoring.

Maybe it's just a feeling of her own, but as he comes to school less and less, there is less "school" between them, and there really seems to be nothing to talk about except football.

But slowly, it seems that his interest in even talking about football has gradually faded.

Then, how many times, after finishing her homework at night, she habitually turned on QQ, no matter how long she waited in front of the computer, the avatar lit up, but it never jumped again.

Perhaps, this is more sad and helpless than his gray head.

At least then, she could comfort herself that he wasn't online, not that he was obviously online, but he forgot about it and didn't want to look for her.

Then she closed her eyes in the middle of the night, without thinking, and the tears fell without warning, and she did not cry, but wept quietly, and then calmly stopped.

Why don't you reach out to him?

Why don't you pluck up the courage to ask him, are you leaving?

She asked herself countless times, but she had stage fright every time she opened the dialog box.

She is Ling Xiquan, what a proud person she is.

I was afraid of getting a definite answer, and what I was even more afraid of was that Ye Qingting saw her news but didn't reply to her.

It seems that most of the years are a dream, those special to her, those who are complacent about her, are the end without a beginning.

Does he have a crush on himself?

There should be a little.

Does he have a good impression of himself and like it?

She...... Can't be sure.

If that boy wasn't so elusive, not so detached and indifferent, she thought, with so many careful temptations she had, she would always find out what he thought of herself.

But he is Ye Qingting, one second can warmly give her the illusion of a dream, and the next second can make her perceive the alienation from her heart without revealing a trace.

She doesn't understand him, she can't guess him, she is not qualified enough.

Therefore, she could only secretly listen to the songs he listened to, speculate on every mood he wrote, think of him quietly, read him, silently recite his name countless times at night, and fantasize that she would see him again at school tomorrow.

The heart was suddenly very sour, and such emotions slowly rushed to the brain, and even her nose was sour, and she buried her head in the overlapping arms.

Lu Xining was still complaining about Feng Meilan, and when she saw her sudden movements, she reached out and pushed her in confusion, "Ling Xiquan? Lingxi Spring? ”

She didn't move, closed her eyes and said calmly, "I didn't sleep well yesterday, I'll rest." ”

"Okay." Lu Xining responded, and muttered suspiciously, "What are you doing every night, you say every day that you haven't slept well......"

Ling Xiquan heard it, but did not answer, the corners of his mouth buried deep in his arm hooked, and he laughed bitterly and silently.