After Liang Jingyuan came home from work, he didn't know how long he had been asleep, and the touch of being poked by a pen came from his arm, "Liang Jingyuan, you are about to wake up, you are going to class." Zhang Zhiwei lay on his arm and poked Liang Jingyuan with a pen, Liang Jingyuan opened her eyes, the sun shone on her figure through the window, the wind blew her hair and the books on the desk, her eyes were bright. The beauty made Liang Jingyuan couldn't help but reach out and stroke her hair that was blown by the wind, this time the wind didn't stop me.

"Oops, it hurts," the pen that poked Liang Jingyuan turned around and became the tip of the pen.

"I'll poke you with a compass next time!" Zhang Zhi smiled and said threatening words and took out the compass, but he could still feel that he was not angry at all.

"Wait, there is pain, this is not a dream? Am I born again? Liang Jingyuan rubbed the place where he was pierced by the tip of the pen, still aching faintly, and the scene in front of him was exactly the same as when he was in high school, and he was already sure that he was reborn. The class bell rang, it was the bell for evening self-study, and the girl's hand holding the compass was also put down.

The 0.5mm pen nib depicts a heart-warming melody in the sketchbook, gradually embellished with mathematical formulas, drawing curves smoothly, and drawing straight lines with brisk and dexterity.

Liang Jingyuan used to like this feeling of solving problems smoothly and with great clarity in the brain. But after graduating and working, the brain only has to do work and unfinished interpersonal relationships, and this rebirth, Liang Jingyuan enjoys this feeling very much. After rebirth, you can clearly mobilize the memory of the same time, although you can't know the exam answers in advance, but you don't have to start over to learn to keep up with the progress.

The students in the class are actively preparing for the college entrance examination in a hundred days, and occasionally a few seats make a whispering sound and the paper ball is thrown out. After a while, the teacher coughed twice on the podium and even the sound disappeared.

In the silence, only the sound of writing remained.

In order to solve the next problem, Liang Jingyuan reached out and turned the page of the reference book, and at this moment, the girl next to him said a word, and got into his consciousness of focusing on solving the problem......

It was the sound of the girl next to her questioning.

"Are you feeling sick today, feeling like something is wrong with you."

"Maybe you're so beautiful, you feel like it's been a long time after a short sleep, and you can't help but want to touch your hair." Liang Jingyuan still hadn't been in class for too long, and he didn't control the volume well, and the classmates at the front and back tables heard it.

"Oily and smooth, it's almost time to take the college entrance examination and read less romance novels!"

Zhang Zhiwei pinched Liang Jingyuan's thigh, whispered something informal, and continued to brush the question.

Maybe he was tired of doing the questions, Liang Jingyuan suddenly wanted to take a break, and squinted at the girl next to him. The one with shoulder-length hair, bright eyes, bright teeth, and a high nose bridge sat on the desk, writing on Wen Zong's mock test paper. Liang Jingyuan is recalling why he chose liberal arts when he was obviously going to be a programmer, thinking about it, there was only one possibility that he needed to design his own plot to make an independent game at that time, and it couldn't really be for a girl he liked to choose liberal arts and then study hard to get a similar score and sit together, right?

Liang Jingyuan put a hand on the table, and subconsciously touched an eraser. Pinch it with your index and middle fingers and roll the eraser as if to confirm its touch. This rectangular eraser, although the shape is difficult to roll when the edges and corners are used, still turns two or three times in Liang Jingyuan's hand. He didn't stop until he heard the bell for the end of class, quickly let go of the eraser in his hand, and shifted his oblique gaze to the exercises on the table.

"Ah Jing, you are still in your seat."

"Because it's not long before the college entrance examination, I want to see more questions."

Looking at Hu Hongwei, a sworn friend who wanted to pull Liang Jingyuan to release water and come to the seat, Liang Jingyuan showed him the cover of "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation".

Hu Hongwei, who sighed, looked very tired. In Liang Jingyuan's eyes, he inexplicably felt that he was obedient to the arrangement at home, which was very suitable for such a tired expression. Among his classmates, he looks more honest in appearance. Bidding farewell to Hu Hongwei who went to release water, Liang Jingyuan leaned against the window and turned his head to look at the sports students playing basketball on the basketball court.

"Physical education students, they are also playing basketball for ten minutes between classes." Liang Jingyuan sighed

"You want to play with you after school, I'll accompany you."

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes fell on Liang Jingyuan, and she replied in a nonchalant tone, she didn't care when she said it, because Liang Jingyuan was a nerd, he must have ridden home quickly and went home to finish today's homework and go to sleep, of course, Zhang Zhiwei himself was the same.

In the current Liang Jingyuan's opinion, the intersection of the two is actually very simple, the subjects they are good at are different, and the total scores are very close, they will always ask each other questions like each other, go to the garbage together on duty, talk about the interesting stories in the class, and chat about what drinks are delicious in the bubble tea shop opposite the school.

It's just that... Whether it's a casual glance during class, or a passing shoulder in the hallway, or when others call out each other's names, Liang Jingyuan's gaze will briefly stay on her. In the liberal arts class full of love gossip, many people have witnessed countless times as outsiders Liang Jingyuan looked at Zhang Zhiwei's different side face from the past, and some people said that Liang Jingyuan was so good at math and wanted to do things like game design to write programs, just for Zhang Zhiwei to come to the liberal arts class.

"Forget it tonight, I'm sleepy, but I'm free for the weekend." Liang Jingyuan was still leaning against the window, but his head was turned to the other side.

"I must have gone back to study secretly... Ah, what do you say? Zhang Zhiwei subconsciously complained that this old opponent must have secretly gone back to study, and only then did he realize that the second half of the sentence was that he wanted to ask himself to play together on the weekend.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't know what to say for a while, and it was not easy to push off what he said, so he could only agree in a daze.

After leaving school and finishing a full day's classes, Zhang Zhiwei returned home at around 10 p.m. After eating the meal prepared by his mother to avoid gaining weight, he went into the bathroom to take a bath. When she leisurely washed her body, her brain also relaxed, and only then did she get rid of the tension of preparing for the college entrance examination.

But her mind was the opposite, gradually cramming into what was happening at school today.

Zhang Zhiwei, who was shocked by this, turned off the shower in order to say goodbye to this mood. Wipe her body with a towel without distraction, put on her pajamas, and when she used a hair dryer to dry her wet hair, today's events came back to her mind.

"Why are you doing all this when we're going to graduate? Nerd..."Zhang Zhiwei also understood that he was fundamentally angry with others. After turning off the hair dryer, Zhang Zhiwei jumped onto the bed, constantly swinging his calves, and holding his face with both hands.

The mood that was disturbed was still not calmed after a long time. This made her upset, she couldn't stand anything, and she wanted to change back to her usual self as soon as possible. So Zhang Zhiwei sighed loudly.

"What should I do tomorrow?"

What kind of expression should I show then? How do you feel? Is there a way to keep a calm mind? Hmm, just refuse now. However, Zhang Zhiwei didn't want to see that because of the relationship he regretted, this date was ruined. If this happens, Liang Jingyuan will definitely be disappointed. He was a boy who looked at his eyes and lowered his head before, even if Liang Jingyuan's matter was not his own, Zhang Zhiwei didn't want to leave himself with a sense of indebtedness.

After Zhang Zhiwei made the decision in a mood of almost giving up, there was still a serious worry in his heart. That's the number one problem you have to worry about once you've decided to go

"What do you want to wear for the weekend?"