When the bell rang for the end of the last class, Yu Heping put down the chalk in his hand and announced that today's class was over. Glancing back at the blackboard that had been written for the fourth time, Rao is an old teacher like him who has been in the industry for many years is also a little tired.

After wiping the thick chalk ash on his hands, Yu Heping began to pack up the handouts and lesson plans, and told everyone to review what they had learned today when they went back.

Because these two weeks are considered make-up time, the original evening self-study has been canceled, and everyone can use the extra time to go back and digest a lot of knowledge learned today.

The students under the podium were dizzy, listlessly packing their schoolbags and textbooks, and their minds were still echoing with the knowledge points that the teachers of various subjects had forced in.

Ji Keqing's face was pale and his body was shaky, but he still cheered up and waved goodbye to Su Ziwen.

Seeing Ji Keqing, who was holding Wu Fan's shoulders and walking out of the classroom slowly, Su Ziwen also sighed tiredly. Instead of putting away her textbook, she began to review the vast amount of knowledge she had learned during this devilish day.

While reviewing, Su Ziwen also took out a thick notebook and categorized it to sort out each knowledge point more simply and intuitively.

Su Ziwen: This is not only a review, but also a lesson preparation. For her, this method of revision has long since become a habit.

The last person in the classroom also turned around and left after saying goodbye to the squad leader Su, and in the huge classroom, only a thin figure remained, sitting quietly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

On that thick notebook, the delicate and beautiful font gradually filled the blank space page after page, like a stream flowing into the dry riverbed.

Stopping the pen in his hand, Su Ziwen checked today's "Su version of the lesson plan" with satisfaction, and made sure that he did not miss any of the points emphasized by the teacher.

Getting up and stretching slightly, Su Ziwen walked to the window and pushed it open. Even though the moon phase tides extend the heat of midsummer, the November night breeze is still very cool.

The wisps of wind blew away the tiredness accumulated by the day, Su Ziwen looked at the skyline in the distance, the sun sinking in the west had been hidden by the dome of the city, and the only remaining glow was unwilling to leave, rendering half of the sky in colorful colors.

Below the school building, fewer and fewer students are coming out. After a day of intense multidisciplinary bombardment, the vast majority of students chose to go home early to rest. After all, only by accumulating enough physical strength can we continue to face the still tormenting tomorrow.

Glancing at the clock hanging above the blackboard, it was already six o'clock in the evening. Su Ziwen walked back to his seat, took off his glasses, folded his hands on the table, rested his chin on his arms, and tilted his head boredly to look at the table and chair beside him.

Ji Keqing's Nizi always joked that she couldn't rest assured, but it was true.

This guy has never been a peace of mind.

It seems to be sunny and kind, warm and rigorous to people. Even if the grades are not satisfactory, I am still serious when I accept the supplementary classes. The physical fitness is outrageous, and the ability problem that has plagued it for many years has also been solved some time ago.

In every way, Morder should be a very reliable guy, and his reputation among the girls is also very good.

But Su Ziwen always felt that such a Mo had to be so erratic, as if it would suddenly disappear one day, and then never appear again.

This feeling has surfaced in Su Ziwen's heart since the first year of high school, when the two met for the first time in class 20. And the repeated requests for leave and absenteeism also made Su Ziwen's feeling worse.

is obviously a guy who smiles very brightly, why does he let himself have such an illusion?

In Su Ziwen's opinion, even Wu Fan, a problem student recognized by the whole school, is different from Mo De. Wu Fatzi has a naturally distinct self-personality, and his presence is so strong that everyone around him is a little annoying.

It's no different. Everything about him seems to have been added by the day after tomorrow, and even the maintenance of existence is very weak, like a kite flying high, connected to the earth by only a thin line, and at some point it will break off and leave, never to be seen.

And what Su Ziwen wanted to do was just to do his best to help the boy before he disappeared.

Even if you can help, the only thing you can do is the simple things like homework.

As for what Ji Keqing often talks about, what likes and love......

The girl's eyes were closed, her thoughts were empty, and she slowly fell asleep in the company of twilight and the night breeze.

......

Several floodlights have been lit up in the large playground. Bright lights dispel the night and illuminate the wide runway as if it were daytime.

On the stands, Lan Cheng just put away his mobile phone, and when he turned around, he found that Gu Yichen had pulled a chair and sat on it and fell asleep. The other instructors behind him also staggered, either taking out their mobile phones to fish and play games, or lying in the corner and falling asleep like Gu Yichen.

"Ahem!" Clenching his fists to his mouth, Blue City cleared his throat vigorously and called the tired guys up.

"Ah, what's the matter, is the little one done?" Gu Yichen was so startled that he almost fell off the chair, subconsciously wiped the corners of his mouth, looked around and asked with sleepy eyes.

"Let you be the big assessment examiner, not let you fish in troubled waters, play games and sleep lazy!" Lan Cheng taught everyone a lesson, and then pointed to the brightly lit playground below and said, "Xiao Mo is still running." ”

"Huh? He's still not finished, how long has he been running? Gu Yichen walked to the handrail and looked down, and found that the guy was really still running, and from time to time he still had the strength to look up at the platform here.

This run has been going on all day, although the water and rice have not entered, but the group of instructors above them did not open their mouths to stop, so Mo had to continue to run like this.

"What the hell is going on with these guys, why don't you stop shouting, it's going to be midnight if you continue to grind!" Mo De secretly complained in his heart, a little doubtful that these guys from the Third Ability University were looking at themselves unpleasantly and deliberately finding fault.

"Is this guy a perpetual motion machine, if he runs like this, won't we have to spend it until tomorrow?" Gu Yichen gritted his teeth and said.

"I asked Master Luo for instructions just now, so let's get here first. But looking at this guy's lively appearance, I'm afraid that the next psychological test interview is basically useless. When Lan Cheng said this, everyone around him breathed a long sigh of relief.

The assessment lasted from the morning to this time, and a group of people sat in the stands and watched a person keep running in circles, which was also a kind of torture for the instructors to some extent.

"Hurry up, the old lady is hungry." As soon as Gu Yichen heard Luo Shi's words to end the game, he happily rushed down to the stands and went to tell the kid to stop. "Whoever is in charge of ordering takeout, remember to help me get a fried chicken set!"