Song Xingye sat in the unfamiliar classroom, raised his head, and glanced at the light tube on the ceiling.

The exam papers have been written in full, and I have checked them twice. There is probably not much time left to answer the questions. Think about it, when the bell rings, the six-year middle school career will probably be over, right?

Anyway, no matter what the results of the college entrance examination are, she will never choose to repeat them.

Song Xingye still remembers what kind of mentality he had when he first entered junior high school - he didn't have to worry about anything else, as long as he continued to be a good child in the mouth of parents and teachers, and strive to be admitted to a top university, he could embark on a beautiful life.

Of course, after nearly six years, she also understands that her original idea was very naïve. But there was one thing she knew she had never changed.

Unlike many children of the same age, since he was very young, Song Xingye was not interested in those games, star chasing, film and television dramas, etc. She always felt that life should be a perfect path that was planned. Learn to do your best, find a decent and promising job, choose the right person to start a family...... For this reason, she used to feel that early love is the most meaningless thing, because she can't go to the end.

But later, with the turmoil at school and family, she found herself more vulnerable than she had imagined. And when that boy went deeper and deeper in life, she found that as long as she thought of Xu Zhe, she could be stronger than she imagined.

Indeed, today's Shura Field was something that Song Xingye didn't dare to predict when he was a child. It's ridiculous to fight with other girls, or even compromise to take care of other people's feelings, right?

But the girl who was caught in it didn't feel too bitter. Especially whenever he is wronged, Xu Zhe always seems to be able to find out, and then find a way to comfort him...... Recalling those details, the sweet feeling far outweighs the bitterness.

Of course, if you stand from the standpoint of a bystander, Song Xingye also understands how ridiculous this sweetness is. If he simply breaks off his relationship with others, then naturally there will be no grievances.

But the girl understands better that it is herself who is now more invested in her relationship.

The more you invest, the harder it is to get out, and the more you can't let go.

Song Xingye didn't even dare to consider the idea of 'letting go'. Just thinking about Xu Zhe's disappearance from her life, she felt a kind of suffocating pain, and her chest was so tight that she couldn't stand it. And that's just imagination.

Since when?

Because the other students in the class didn't dare to approach him, but when he took the initiative to come?

When did he save his father and save a family that was almost shattered?

Or, it's the small details again and again, he is like a thick book, every time he opens it, he can see big or small surprises, so the rest of the details of life are set off by him to be extraordinarily vulgar and boring...... When did it happen?

Song Xingye sat in the examination room, carefully recalling the time when he fell in love with Xu Zhe. But the more she recalled, the more she found that those points in time were like stars in the night sky, countless.

Many people's love is like a gust of wind, hormones blow over, and then blow away, and then disappear. However, Song Xingye felt that the beauty that Xu Zhe brought to herself could penetrate deep into the bone marrow, and persistently deepened, making her more and more addicted the more she grew up......

Just then, the bell rang.

Song Xingye smiled and put down the pen.

There was a suppressed exclamation and sigh all around. Some people are too nervous to be startled by the ringing, some people don't finish it at all, and even the final English essay has just begun.

But Song Xingye is different. She knew that her seal in this Shura field had really been lifted, and the second half of her own had just begun.

After handing in the papers, Song Xingye walked out of the examination room.

On the surface, she is still calm, but inside, it is already brighter than the sun this afternoon.

When I walked to the school gate, sure enough, I saw Xu Zhe and Tang Lingfei standing there.

Tang Lingfei had a flyer about the opening of the restaurant in her hand, which she rolled into a tube in her hand at this time, pretending to be a microphone and handed it to Song Xingye's mouth.

"Hello, this candidate, how do you feel about the college entrance examination that has just ended? What do you think of your exam? ”

Song Xingye was amused: "Fei Fei, you want to be a reporter?" ”

Tang Lingfei: "We're just doing random interviews. ”

Song Xingye glanced at Xu Zhe who was standing next to him, thought for a while, and then said with a smile: "I think I can do well in the exam." ”

Tang Lingfei: "So which is your ideal university?" How do you want to fill in the volunteer form? ”

They all know what the ideal university is. Tang Lingfei was just pretending to be a reporter and joking at this time, but she didn't expect that someone would be more open at this time.

Song Xingye actually said, "I've thought about it." Anyway, I went to college to find a job in the future, and now that I have the ideal job opportunity, what university should I go to? ”

Tang Lingfei couldn't help but be stunned: "What job opportunity?" ”

Song Xingye stood behind Xu Zhe, clasped his hands in front of him in a well-behaved manner, and said: "This is my boss, and in the future, I will be his personal assistant, serving 24 hours a day——"

"Ahhh Before he finished speaking, Tang Lingfei couldn't help but interrupt, "What nonsense are you talking about!" ”

Song Xingye was still smiling and said calmly: "But as Mr. Xu's personal assistant, Mr. Xu has arranged the main task for me in the near future, which is to serve the artists of the company's Three Bars and Seven Studio, Miss Tang." ”

Tang Lingfei: "......"

Song Xingye: "Miss reporter, have you heard of Miss Tang in our Three Bars and Seven Studio?" If you don't know much, let me tell you about it. Miss Tang is a talented singer-songwriter with beautiful songs and sweet songs. ”

Tang Lingfei couldn't help but feel a little red: "Don't say it again!" What kind of person is sweet and sweet, and my creation is far from genius, don't tease me. ”

Song Xingye smiled: "Didn't you want to joke with me at the beginning?" Okay, then no kidding, seriously. I think I did well this time. Have you bought the right clothes? ”

Tang Lingfei pointed in the direction of the car: "I've bought it, I'll go back and wear it for you!" ”

In this way, the two little girls chatted side by side and walked to the side of the car.

Seeing that the two of them were chatting so happily, Xu Zhe didn't interject much, only occasionally answering a few words. But when it came to opening the door, he was a little nervous.

Song Xingye passed by him, slowed down, and whispered, "I also have clothes I want to buy, when I buy them, can I put them in your room?" ”

Xu Zhe was stunned.

So far, there is only one set of women's clothes in his room, that is, Song Xingye's maid clothes back then. And now, the dress was a little small, and she didn't fit well in it. After all, although he still looks petite, Song Xingye still has grown a little taller. Maybe it's because the clothes don't fit, she hasn't pretended to be a maid much in the past two years.

Could it be that with the end of the college entrance examination and the disappearance of academic pressure, is the maid pretending to be a little leaf going back online?

It can't be anything better than a maid's outfit......

When he put down the handbrake, Xu Zhe could only forcibly suppress his thoughts of flying around, so as not to cause problems when driving inattentively.

The two girls in the back row were still chatting.

Especially Tang Lingfei, of course, it is impossible to guess what Xu Zhe's thoughts are that he is suppressing at this time......

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(End of chapter)