Zhong Nuanyang was doing a turning exercise, and he couldn't help but look at his school uniform. Seeing this, Su Feng pulled down his school uniform with his hand and covered his bandaged arm.

The teaching director looked at the crowd who still wanted to see the excitement, frowned and led Su Feng into the teaching building.

Zhong Nuanyang listened to the fragmented discussions of everyone in his ears, and felt that Su Feng had relieved himself in the dark, and no one cared about her anymore.

"What's wrong with Su Feng?" Bai Xue walked through the scattered teams of two or three classes to find Zhong Nuanyang and asked curiously.

"I don't know, the dean of education called away." Zhong Nuanyang glanced at the teaching building, and Su Feng's name could still be heard scattered among the bustling crowd.

"Alas, Zhuangzi, Su Feng is here, do you know?" Bai Xue grabbed Zhuangzi, who was rushing towards the teaching building, and asked with a split face.

"Didn't I just want to go and see it?" Zhuangzi broke away from Bai Xue's hand, and said a little anxiously: "I called Zhang Sheng in the morning, but no one answered, and I didn't have time to talk to Su Feng about the letter......

"Su Feng's arm seems to be injured, do you know what's going on?" Bai Xue also saw the bandage on Su Feng's hand just now, and when she asked Zhong Nuanyang, she only shook her head.

"This ...... I'll tell you when I'm done......" Zhuangzi scratched his head, waved his hand to the two of them, and raised his feet to go to the corner of the teaching director's office to listen.

"Shall we follow along?" Bai Xue looked at the school building with her neck bent.

Zhong Nuanyang thought for a moment and shook his head: "I still have to go back to write the paper." ”

"Then ask Zhuangzi later?" Bai Xue didn't have the courage to ask Su Feng, she was stunned when she thought of his impatient eyes.

"Forget it, I'm not interested, you go, I'll go back first." Zhong Nuanyang said coyly, although she also had many questions, it seemed that there were many people who cared about Su Feng, and she was not in the mood to join in the fun at the moment.

Back in the classroom, everyone really started to discuss the topic of Su Feng, and even Xiaopang stopped turning around and asked her why she didn't look happy.

Making the scroll in his hand, Zhong Nuanyang tried to get rid of some of the cluttered images in his mind, including the inexplicable letter received by the bubble tea shop, and Qi Yun, who he had not seen today.

A series of things have happened these days, and I thought I could face this matter calmly, but when I encountered everyone's coaxing in the morning, and heard the announcer's poetry recitation on the radio, the tide that surged in her heart from time to time turned up a typhoon that wanted to destroy herself, and she would desperately remind herself to be calm, and then she couldn't help but want to ask him face to face what he meant, was it deliberately playing tricks on himself?

What's worse is that. At this moment, sitting at the table, she suddenly realized that Su Feng's bandaged arm and the picture of Xiao Huang Mao whistling at herself at the school gate were added to this whirlpool.

She forced herself to read it three times, but she didn't understand the reading comprehension on the paper, and finally couldn't help but drop the pen and closed the test book in annoyance.

"What's wrong with you?" The happy little fat who was chatting with others in front of him was startled by the sudden movement behind him and turned around with concern.

"Volume, it's too difficult......" Zhong Nuanyang looked at the workbook under his hand, and suddenly felt a little powerless.

"No, it won't." Chubby looked at her incredulously: "You think it's difficult, so do we still want to do it?" ”

Zhong Nuanyang didn't speak, lay on the table, pushed Xiaopang back with one finger, and then buried his head in his arm, expressing with his actions that he just wanted to be quiet.