The classroom, which was very noisy just now, has completely quieted down, and the students below are sitting in unison, although they are all wearing civilian clothes because the school uniforms have not yet been distributed, but there is still a sense of order.

It is worthy of being an experimental class in a key middle school.

Lin Yanmo raised his head while blowing his nose with as little movement as possible.

The female teacher in the black and white dress was standing on the podium to make an opening remarks: "Good morning, everyone, I will be your Chinese teacher for the next year, introduce myself, my name is Yu Xia, you can call me Teacher Yu......" It is also strange to say, this Teacher Yu has the face of a royal sister, but the voice is sweet, so that the students in the class have a subtle sense of contradiction.

Lin Yanmo wiped away a handful of tears, and was not interested in this teacher who didn't have many scenes in the text, but looked at Zhuang Changqing, who didn't know what to do at the desk, and was slightly puzzled.

What are you doing with this guy?

Zhuang Changqing seemed to be able to feel the gaze from behind, and hurriedly turned around and handed over a folded piece of graph paper. Lin Yanmo opened it in confusion and found that only three words and one punctuation were written on it,

'What's wrong?' ’

Didn't he know I had rhinitis? Yes......

Lin Yanmo, who reacted, was a little funny, although Chen Jingjing was a more mature type of high school student, but she was not out of line to the point of being full of fragrance, and only an overly sensitive dog nose like Lin Yanmo would notice this faint aroma - even Zhuang Changqing noticed it, Lin Yanmo hadn't told him anything specific about what kind of allergy she was before, and they really hadn't seen each other for a long time, so it was difficult to react for a while, and it was a bit shocking to suddenly come to such a show.

Lin Yanmo thought about it, took out a pen from his trouser pocket, and slowly wrote on the paper.

Zhuang Changqing is different from Lin Yanmo, who doesn't care about anything as long as he sits comfortably, his sitting posture has always been very upright when he gets serious, every time Lin Yanmo wakes up from his sleep and sees his back when he is in high school, he always has the urge to borrow his homework to copy, although it is not very suitable for his appearance, but it inexplicably gives people a feeling of being extremely reliable.

The reliable Zhuang Changqing looked at the head teacher on the podium, but his attention was all on Lin Yanmo, even the sound of Lin Yanmo opening the note and opening the cap of the pen was not let go, Lin Yanmo's writing speed was not fast, but because there was no paper on the table, the sound of the tip of the pen scratching on a thin piece of graph paper was not small.

No, she really wrote so many words.

What to do.

Zhuang Changqing, who had never comforted a girl, was now nervous to death, he thought she was suffering from allergic rhinitis! According to his understanding of Lin Yanmo, this person's control of emotions is terrifying, not to mention tears for so many years, even decent anger has only been born once......

It can only be said that Zhuang Changqing and Lin Yanmo do have a tacit understanding that old friends for ten years should have, and they both thought of the night when Zhuang Changqing drank and became a fool and went crazy.

Stop.

Zhuang Changqing, who was sitting up straight, suddenly trembled, the shortcomings of the continuous film are like this, there are always some unbearable past events that jump out of place and slam a wave of unwanted existence.

"Yanmo, ah......" Twenty-four-year-old Zhuang Changqing sat upright on the sofa in the hotel lobby in a casual suit, looking up at Lin Yanmo while calling her name, hehehehehe, smirk.

"Oh, you're here!" The male classmate who couldn't remember his appearance clearly pointed at Zhuang Changqing at Lin Yanmo with an expression of seeing the savior, and said with a big tongue: "Zhuang Changqing, this kid doesn't know what's going on, he doesn't want to leave, so he has to come and pick him up...... Harm, don't say it, the old classmates drank a lot when they met today, he calculated it, there were a few drinks over there, and I had to send them back one by one......"

Lin Yanmo wrapped the knitted woolen cardigan that he hurriedly put on, sighed, stretched out his head and looked in the direction of Zhuang Changqing: "That's okay, you get busy first, I'll send him home." ”

The male classmate nodded with an apologetic expression mixed with a bit of gossip: "Okay, I was worried that you wouldn't be able to come, the people in the first class of liberal arts said that you were too busy with work to take a break, but fortunately you still came, otherwise I don't know what to do with him." ”

In fact, Lin Yanmo, who had just disposed of a design draft, smiled embarrassedly, and watched the enthusiastic classmate who was also staggering himself get on the elevator, and said in his heart I don't know what to do with him, so I thought about helping him up first - who knew that Zhuang Changqing actually came over by himself.