At nine o'clock in the evening, night falls, and the neon lights are dappled with colors, blurring the outline of the entire city. The bus is moving slowly, the surrounding traffic is incessant, the lights are not turned on, the light is very dim, and occasionally a few rays of light shine through the windows, casting fragmentary light and shadow.

Sang Luo sat by the window, bent his legs against the back of the chair, and said suddenly: "Who was that person just now?" ”

His sister's eccentricity is almost to the Atlantic, and when she introduces him to others, her name, age, grade, class, and even hobbies are all introduced in detail, for fear that others will not know. But from beginning to end, he didn't mention the man just now, and this kind of unilateral introduction led to an extremely serious information gap.

Sang You was fiddling with his mobile phone, and he didn't raise his head: "Senior." ”

"Name?"

"Zhou Yan."

It's like squeezing toothpaste, asking one by one, asking a little bit, Sang Luo guessed: "Senior in high school?" ”

"That's right."

"You've always wanted to skip a grade, can't it just be for him?" Sang Luo said casually.

A casual remark frightened Sang You, she came back to her senses completely, and turned her head to look at Sang Luo. The little brother is not a sensitive person, to put it bluntly, I feel that there are still some emotional barriers, but what is going on? This is just the first time he has seen Zhou Yan, and he actually has such a guess? How do you guess? By a man's sixth sense? Is a man's sixth sense so awesome?

Sang Luo put his head against the window, his sweatshirt and hat buckled his head, against the light, his eyebrows and eyes were blurred, and seeing that Sang Yu hadn't spoken for a long time, he said again: "Really? ”

"It's a fart, I'm not familiar with him." Sang You denied it, half-truths and half-truths, "I just see how handsome he looks." ”

"You like him."

“！”

Sang You didn't know where he came from, so he was shocked, and vowed to implement Yan Kong's character to the end: "I like it, he's so handsome." ”

Sang Luo seemed to be speechless by her, and turned his head in disbelief: "Are you like this to handsome guys?" ”

"Which one?"

"It's ......," Sang Luo pondered the language, "looking at the handsome guy's eyes is more eager than the dog's eyes looking at his master." ”

“……”

Sang You raised his hand and wanted to strangle him, but he pressed it, and he couldn't believe it: "Really? ”

Is she really eager to look at Zhou Yan's eyes? Can you compare with Fdesibi? Sang You likes the eyes of Buddha very much, this Xiu Hook eye is big and round, clean and clear, transparent and clear, someone teases it, the big eyes are shining, when staring at people, it is like staring at the whole world, hot and pure.

She looks at Zhou Yan, is it the same?

For some reason, it occurred to her that someone had commented on her crush. said, liking someone is actually obvious, this is a person's secret love, but in the eyes of others, it is a tacit love.

Sang You was scared, and she didn't brush her sense of existence for a few days, so in addition to daily check-ins, the intersection between the two was much less. Two days before the sports day, the school playground was basically set up.

The opening ceremony was on Wednesday afternoon, all the teachers and students were present, except for the third year of high school, they had just finished the quality inspection, I heard that the results were not satisfactory, and the weekly test was being carried out, hoping to check and fill in the gaps.

After the opening ceremony, the competition began.

Sang You didn't join in the excitement, but stayed in the class to write a cheering draft, which was easy for her, the article was 200 words and the poem was 15 lines.

She only needed to write three articles after running 1,500 meters, and she stopped writing in about half an hour and switched to derivative training.

The thematic volume is in the third year of high school, and I borrowed it from Senior Sister Lin Qiaoyan.

I didn't go to Zhou Yan because I heard that the paper of the Qingbei class is unique, and the difficulty is close to the competition questions, not only that, but it is also beyond the curriculum, involving a lot of advanced mathematical theorems, which is not something she can climb high for the time being. The Wensu class is a liberal arts class, and the topic paper is also difficult, but it is rare that the Qingbei class has not gone too far, and after careful consideration, she decided to go to Senior Sister Lin Qiaoyan.

The senior sister also complained to her: "The derivative topic paper is very difficult, and the first question may not be written, which is normal, don't be discouraged." ”

After complaining, he smiled: "I won't ask you Senior Zhou Yan, he will definitely be in high school, there is no math problem that he can't solve." ”

Sang Youye also smiled: "Then can't I come to ask you?" ”

"I'm bad at math, you see this paper is full of red pen notes, don't ask me about math, it won't be too embarrassing." Lin Qiaoyan raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, not too embarrassed.

Sang You only thinks she is modest, how can she be poor in mathematics if she can be admitted to Peking University in the future?

But when Sang You really went to make this roll, she found that the senior sister was still complaining too subtlely, damn, what kind of broken roll? Why is it so hard? She dared to pack a ticket, if the questions on this paper dared to appear on the college entrance examination paper, she would definitely be scolded on the hot search, and then drowned by spit.

Sang You scolded while reading the question, and suddenly found that Chinese was a lot stranger, obviously understood every word, even together, but after reading it, he didn't understand what it was talking about.

What is this question trying to get her to do?

She didn't expect it at all, she didn't lose because her knowledge reserve was not enough, and she didn't lose because the idea of solving the problem was too narrow, but she failed because she couldn't understand the problem, which was simply the most insulting but the most devastating way.

This is just the paper of the Wen Su class.

It's hard to imagine what kind of bird the rolls of the Qingbei class are.

Sang You couldn't do it, so she decided to give up for the time being, and when she left the class and was about to go to the playground to watch the game, she happened to meet the end of the weekly test of the third year of high school, and a large wave of people poured at the staircase. She subconsciously looked for Zhou Yan's figure in a field of red, blue and white, but she didn't find it.

When he turned his head, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder, and a bright voice sounded behind him: "Sister Sang!" ”

As soon as I heard the title, I knew who it was, I don't know why, Jian Licheng always called this, not by name, not by school, but by Sang Xuemei, and after Sang You corrected it a few times to no avail, he went with him.

"Hello senior." Sang You went to look behind him, but still didn't find Zhou Yan.

Jian Licheng: "Your brother Yan was called last year's section room by the head teacher." ”

“…… Oh. ”

Suddenly, her mind flashed, and after realizing that Jian Licheng was also from the Qingbei class, she blurted out a sentence: "Senior, lend me the papers of your class to see." ”

Jian Licheng was stunned for a rare moment: "Volume? Exam papers? ”

"Usual thematic volumes."

"Okay."

He took Sang You to Class 17, and after a while, he took out a stack of test papers. Jian Licheng actually has a good habit of sorting out the rolls, each roll is very flat, there is not a single crease, and the chronological order of the press is neatly stacked.

Sang Yougang just took it, and the next second he heard Jian Licheng say: "This scroll belongs to your brother Yan, my scroll is too messy to find it." ”

“……”

Sang You flipped to the topic of derivatives, and his eyes turned black at first sight, what kind of volume? Half of the questions are just one question? The first question is so complicated? There are very few red pen notes on Zhou Yan's papers, they are basically black pens, dense, neat, and unfamiliar symbols mixed with the process of solving problems are obscure, and some arguments don't know what to write, except that numbers are symbols.

Sang You was hit again, and his face was inexplicable for a while.

"The volumes of the Qingbei class are all a separate system, it's normal to be a little difficult, but it's not so scary, don't have this expression." Jian Licheng was amused by her expression.

After seeing the rolls of the Qingbei class and the Wensu class, Sang You admitted that he felt discouraged for a moment, as if he had worked hard for a long time, but he couldn't catch up, and this frustration was too uncomfortable.

Zhou Yan's future school is Tsinghua University, and in Beijing, she tried her best to catch up for a year in her previous life, but she didn't set foot in this school. If you can skip a grade successfully this time, the time will be even more urgent, and it will be difficult to go to Tsinghua University.

After clearly feeling the gap, Sang You walked away dejectedly.

When Zhou Yan came back with the scroll, he only caught a glimpse of her figure turning into the corner, Jian Licheng was still leaning against the back door, and he asked, "She came to me?" ”

"No, look for me."

Zhou Yan raised his eyes to look at him: "Looking for you?" ”

"Yes, she met at the top of the stairs and asked me if I could show her the paper we had written, and I brought her over." Jian Licheng handed him a stack of rolls in his hand, "But my rolls are messy, so I took a look at your borrowing her." ”

"The elementary school girl is estimated to have been hit and left depressed."

Zhou Yan took the scroll, lowered his eyes, and smiled angrily: "What did you show her?" ”

"Thematic volume."

"This is the competition topic."

“……”

Jian Licheng thought to herself, no wonder Sang Xuemei was expressionless when she glanced at it, and her face was shrouded in gloom. Who doesn't get confused when they see this kind of complex and difficult thing?

"Then you have to find a chance to talk to her, so as not to stereotype us and think that the whole class is doing the same competition topic as you." Jian Licheng said.

Hit hard, with dark clouds in her heart, Sang You's classmate went to the playground, and the afternoon race had a 100-meter sprint, which was nearing the end, and she didn't sit for long before the race ended.

So she turned around and went to the class base camp, where there were five or six people sitting in the base camp, each with their heads buried in their desks, probably all writing cheering drafts.

Among them was Yang Qinning, who caught a glimpse of Sang You coming over, shook her sour arm, and asked, "Down?" Did you go to the game? ”

"It's over." Sang Yu sat down next to her.

Yang Qinning: "In this way, don't you write a cheering draft?" Divide the manuscript paper into several sheets. ”

"I'm done."

Yang Qinning raised his head suddenly: "Finished writing?!" So fast? Then you can write one for me. She just said casually, but she didn't expect Sang You to nod and stretch out his hand to her: "Give me the pen and paper." ”

"Really?"

Sang You: "Huh? Didn't you ask me to help you? ”

"Yes, yes, yes." Yang Qinning hurriedly put the pen and paper away, and then lowered his head and began to make up blindly, this kind of emotional empty, boring and boring thing really can't be written.

She forced two lines, and Sang You handed over a piece of paper: "How many articles are you missing?" ”

“！”

Yang Qinning looked at it in shock, and found that this person had actually finished writing a twenty-line poem, and she was stunned: "It's not bad." "Although there is still one article that is in difficult birth, it will always be broken.

When she saw Sang Youyou's wilting, she leaned over and whispered, "What's wrong with you?" Not feeling well? Get up on the wrong side of the bed? ”

Sang You had a bitter face: "I have to run one thousand and five tomorrow." ”

Originally, she was stimulated by the rolls of the third year of high school and was depressed, but after watching the 100-meter sprint race, she was pulled back to the humiliating experience of the senior year of high school in her previous life, and before she had time to get out of the shame, she saw that the competition list said that the women's group A 1,500-meter final at 4 pm tomorrow.

There is no mood left, only numbness.

is also a fallen person at the end of the world, Yang Qinning is also in great trouble, and she can't comfort her, so she has to sigh: "In the end, it is victory." ”

In the evening, Sang You still went to the playground to run a few laps, which was a warm-up before the game. There is a sand pit near the corner, and there will be many people practicing the long jump, and Sang You ran near the curve and saw someone waving in her direction.

Sang You didn't wear glasses when she was running, and the night was dark, she couldn't see clearly at all, and if she couldn't see clearly, she didn't see it, and it wasn't necessarily waving to her anyway.

As a result, I heard Jian Licheng's voice in the next second.

"Sang You!"

He didn't call Sang Xuemei, it was really uncomfortable, Sang You was stunned for a while before he reacted. When she ran over and found that Zhou Yan was also there, she stopped, gasped lightly, and said with a smile: "Why are you here?" ”

Jian Licheng: "I practice long jump." ”

"You can also participate in the sports day in your third year of high school?" Sang You was surprised.

"What are you talking about? We just didn't attend the opening ceremony in our senior year of high school. ”

Sang You looked at Zhou Yan: "The senior also reported the long jump?" ”

Zhou Yan said: "No, I reported a 100-meter hurdle." ”

"When? Gotta go and have to make a show! ”

Zhou Yan bent his eyebrows and smiled, but wearing a mask, it was difficult to spy on all the smiles, he seemed to be recalling: "Tomorrow afternoon at half past three." ”

Sang You's face almost collapsed, half past three? This means that after Zhou Yan's game, it will be his own one thousand and five, and the two are seamless.

Jian Licheng shouted on the side: "Why don't you ask me what time the long jump is?" Go to see your brother Yan, not to see me? ”

"Look, sure, what time are you?" Sang You asked

"Nine o'clock in the morning." Jian Licheng joked, "Remember to come, you can find Zhou Yan to bring you over." ”

Let Zhou Yan take her?

Sang You was so moved that she cried bitterly, so far, Jian Licheng doesn't know how many opportunities she has created to let her meet Zhou Yan, it is no exaggeration to say that without Jian Licheng, she and Zhou Yan can't get acquainted.

So with a grateful heart, Sang You said especially sincerely: "Received! Guaranteed to go! ”

Jian Licheng laughed for a long time before remembering the afternoon oolong, and he said, "The paper I showed you today was wrong." ”

"Huh?"

Zhou Yan: "That's the topic of the competition. ”

Sang You asked uncertainly: "The theme of the competition?" ”

"Hmm." Zhou Yan responded, "The questions generated by the competition are very difficult, and if you don't have a competition foundation, it will be difficult to understand, so you don't have to take it to heart." ”

Sang You wants to skip a grade, the pressure is very high, the pressure of learning is only one aspect, if you are discouraged because of this, it will definitely affect the next progress. Zhou Yan said again: "If you want to read the special volume you usually write, you can come to me." ”

Sang You shook his head: "No, no, I can't write the volume of the Qingbei class for the time being." ”

She can't even figure out the Wensu class, and she still has to figure out the northern class? Forget it.

"I asked Senior Sister Lin Qiaoyan to borrow their papers, but I haven't finished writing them yet." Sang You said.

"Okay."

Jian Licheng asked the question he had always wanted to ask: "What competition did the school girl participate in?" How do you run every day? This is not the first time he has seen Sang You on the playground, sometimes she is alone, sometimes with another little friend, he just started to wave and want to say hello, but the elementary school girl is short-sighted, and if she can't see clearly, she can't see it, and she skips it directly with an expressionless face.

Today I was thinking about explaining the matter of that volume, and Zhou Yan was also there, so I screamed.

Sang You's face stiffened, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence: "1,500 meters." ”