While the new school ethos is free, there are still hard and fast rules about student attendance and grades. In order to avoid repetition sanctions, night flights must ensure that they are present in the classroom on average about thirteen days a month. A white hooded sweatshirt and jeans were a staple for him when he went to school. He didn't seem to have clothes that fitted, whether it was a hooded sweatshirt, jeans, or pajama pants, he was a few sizes larger, and his loose clothes gave the impression of being too casual. I don't understand why he doesn't wear a school uniform, after all, there is nothing to boast about in his civilian clothes, which is more decent in comparison.

Probably because of the special care of the head teacher, Jing Yehang's seat is in the most row by the window, inconspicuous and quiet, as if it was tailor-made for him, very suitable for sleeping. In my opinion, the few window seats are the most comfortable places in the classroom. Sitting there is a place where you can enjoy the freshest air and get away from the noise of the hallway, which is beyond the reach of other seats. Of course, studious students prefer a seat in the middle of the front row because they can sit closer to the blackboard and get more attention from the teacher. My seat was in the third row, far from Jing Yehang, and I couldn't see him unless I turned around and looked in that direction. Naturally, I couldn't turn around and look behind me frequently for no reason, otherwise, the classmates sitting behind me would inevitably be suspicious. Driven by curiosity, I came up with a compromise. Occasionally, I would squeeze into the crowd gathered in front of the podium during recess, pretending to read the blackboard and then glance at him on my way back to my seat. Actually, I didn't have to wonder what he was doing, because he was almost sleeping. Sometimes, even when he was awake, he was in a state of confusion and did not notice my gaze at all. Well, I've already made up my mind to ignore him anyway.

In Chinese class, the homeroom teacher asked us to complete reading comprehension exercises. I stared at the long article, my mind drifting away. The warm spring sun warmly baked his back, the breeze gently blew his tousled hair, and the silence was so quiet that only the chirping of insects and birds and the turning of pages of books remained. His laid-back appearance was really enviable, and I couldn't help but look at him secretly. I saw him burying his face in the crook of his arm, and his feet were uncomfortably shrunk under the table, looking very pitiful. What's even more pitiful is that for some unexplained reasons, he can't turn to anyone for help, so he can only hide in an Internet café and teach himself. It's a pity that no matter how hard he tries, he can only get a barely passing grade. I am deeply affected by this kind of skipping teaching, and I know the helplessness of not knowing the essentials. It's more terrifying than not knowing everything about what to grasp and where to start. If I lend him my notes, I might be able to help him a little...... Although this notebook is not as useful as the reference materials for cram school, it is the work of mine. I cheekily asked several classmates, but no one wanted to lend me copies of the cram school materials, but fortunately, a few generous classmates agreed to lend me a few looks. I memorized the bits and pieces of knowledge I had read, and because I didn't have the opportunity to read them again, I had no way of knowing whether I was tacitly correct. Even if my notes aren't good, they're better than nothing. The question is whether he will accept my kindness. Give him one last chance, and if he doesn't appreciate it, I'll never care about him again......

"Classmate, why haven't you come to play for so long? Please come in, please come in! As soon as my uncle saw me, he immediately smiled and beckoned the staff to buy me food and drink.

"You're welcome, I'll say a few words to Jing Yehang and ......leave," I hurriedly shook my head and waved my hand, for fear that he would misunderstand that I was here to eat and drink.

"Don't be in a hurry to leave, sit down and chat with Ah Hang......" The uncle pouted and persuaded as if coquettish.

Looking at his pretentious appearance, I felt goosebumps all over me. "No need to send it, I know the ...... of the road" After speaking, I quickened my pace and got rid of my uncle.

I only knocked once, and the door opened.

I didn't expect that the person behind the door was me, and Jing Yehang looked a little surprised. He hesitated for a moment before inviting me in. "Sit down, I'll pour tea."

"It's so unaccustomed to being so hospitable all of a sudden......" I teased coldly.

Jing Yehang smiled slightly, and went out without saying anything. About ten minutes later, he brought back a bag of milk tea and a box of cookies. After sitting down, he took one of the cups of milk tea out of the bag and handed it to me. "Half sugar, am you not mistaken?"

"What's the other cup?" I asked casually.

"Sugar-free ......" Jing Yehang put the open cookie box in front of me and asked gently, "Do you want to change it?" ”

"Forget it......" For the sake of his politeness and thoughtfulness, I can't bear to tease him anymore.

"I obviously told the head teacher that I would promise to pick up my homework once a week, didn't he tell you that you don't need to send me homework again?" Jing Yehang asked puzzled as he pushed the cookie box towards me.

"I'm here to deliver notes to you today......" I pulled the notebook out of my bag and shook it in front of his eyes.

Jing Yehang took my notebook with both hands, and stopped talking.

"If you think it's useful, you can take a picture with your mobile phone......" Seeing him read so carefully, I felt indescribable satisfaction and pride in my heart.

"Why are you so nice to me?" After being silent for a long time, Jing Yehang closed his notes and asked in a calm tone, "Is it because you pity me?" ”

Hearing this, my good mood vanished in an instant, and what was left was the anger of being misunderstood. I frowned and asked, "Do you want to say that you don't need my pity?" ”

"I'm not so ignorant...... It is a kind of happiness for someone to feel sorry for themselves......" Jing Yehang lowered his head, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Thank you......"

The sincerity of the night voyage touched my heart. When I came back to my senses, I realized that I was already red-faced. "Who feels sorry for you...... Shoot it, I'm going home......"

"Can you add me as a friend?" Jing Yehang asked hesitantly.

"Didn't I say I was going to pretend I didn't know you?" I looked at him angrily.

"Keep your distance from me at school...... lest they trouble you......" Jing Yehang said quietly.

"Is it Liu Yuyang?" I blurted out.

Jing Yehang slowly put on his black-rimmed glasses and did not respond.

"If you're afraid of injuring me, why do you want to add me as a friend?" I picked up a cookie and took a hard bite.

"People don't know that we use our mobile phones to communicate...... You can send me a message about anything in the future, so you don't have to run around and waste time. After speaking, Jing Yehang handed me a note with his mobile phone number written on it.

"That's right,......" I replied vaguely, tucking the note in my notebook.

Probably seeing the displeasure on my face, Jing Yehang hurriedly added: "Of course, you are welcome to come whenever you want......"

I thought about it for a while, but I still couldn't find a reason to come back. "Okay......"

When I was leaving, Jing Yehang dropped me to the door and insisted that his uncle take me home.

"Classmate, come here often in the future, the uncle who eats and drinks is enough!" Along the way, Jing Yehang's uncle happily repeated this sentence several times.

That night, I received a corgi meme from Jing Yehang. Looking at the corgi sleeping with the quilt in his arms, my heart was full of warmth.