Teacher Yang stood on the podium, looked at Sang You, and said, "There will be a new student in our class to join, the new student is from the first year of high school, it is inevitable that there will be something uncomfortable, everyone should help her more." Now, let's let the new students introduce themselves. ”

The class immediately burst into applause, accompanied by a few hecklings.

Sang You stood next to Teacher Yang: "Hello everyone, my name is Sang You, the Mulberry of the Mulberry Tree, the naïve Young." It's a pleasure to enter the Wensu class, and I'm glad to meet you, so please take care of me in the future. ”

She bowed slightly, and as soon as she straightened up, she heard a girl in the front row ask, "What is your relationship with Zhou Yan?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the class was in an uproar.

That's what they care about.

As early as before, I heard that Zhou Yan had a younger sister in the first year of high school, and many girls sent love letters through this sister. I often bump into them, sometimes I see them playing badminton, sometimes I see them eating together, sometimes I see them standing in the corridor talking...... There are a lot of times in the same frame.

At first, everyone really believed that it was a sister, although the surname was different, but the children of relatives were also sisters. But since the Games, there have been suspicions.

When Sang You crossed the finish line and knelt on the ground, Zhou Yan bent her knees and hugged her, this scene was photographed by many people, and later Zhou Yan took her to the infirmary, and photos also flowed out.

As a result, there were a lot of voices on the confession wall and the school forum.

I felt that the magnetic field of the two was wrong.

Later, someone went to ask Jian Licheng, and Jian Licheng was ridiculed fiercely, and denied it in one sentence, because the origin of his sister was still due to him.

However, there is an information gap between people, and rumors are spread wildly, and it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Sang You was very frank: "Senior." ”

There was a bunch of voices from below, which was stopped by Teacher Yang, and she smiled: "What questions are you asking?" Okay, okay, let's study on your own. ”

She took Sang You out of the class door and said, "I will arrange seats tonight, and you can come to class early tomorrow morning, and you must tell the teacher if you have any difficulties." It's almost time to register for the college entrance examination, you should also know this, remember to prepare the materials that should be prepared. ”

"Okay, thank you, teacher."

She returned to class seven, tonight was the head teacher watching evening self-study, he was sitting outside the classroom, and when he saw Sang Youlai coming, he asked, "Do you want to say goodbye to your classmates?" ”

The classroom is quiet, everyone is immersed in writing, and the evening self-study on Sundays is always busy because I have to make up for the weekend homework in nine subjects.

Sang You hesitated for a moment: "They are all doing their homework, and they feel that it will disturb them, forget it." ”

Sang You walked quietly and quietly, and the classmates only noticed that a seat in the front row was empty, and it didn't take long for the table to be pulled back by Hong Jia without saying a word, and rested behind him.

Familiar people know the reason, strangers don't pay attention at all, time does not stand still because of a person's departure, and the days are still normal.

Sang You is usually alone, and her social range is very narrow, it can be said that she has no social interaction at all, and her departure will not affect anyone. Only Yang Qinning is occasionally lost, because when she turns her head, she can no longer see the person who bows her head and writes her homework seriously, and she usually fights, and no one listens to her gossip with a confused face.

That day, Sang You went to the class early in the morning to empty the drawers, and when he left the class door, he looked back again. I stayed here for two months, and experienced military training, lectures, and sports meetings with this group of people, but it was still a pity that she couldn't remember all the people, and this was the second time she had forgotten this collective.

Once was before.

Once in the present.

Sometimes she suddenly feels that she is an indifferent person, who can talk about everything in front of people, and seems to be able to play with everyone, but once separated, she will never contact each other again.

So I went around and around in my last life, stopped and stopped, graduated from junior high school, graduated from high school, and graduated from college, but there was no one around me who could be called a 'girlfriend'.

Sang You's position in the Wensu class is still in the front row.

The same table is a girl with round glasses, very introverted, very quiet, at present, the two have only spoken once, the content is as follows-

Sang You: "Hello, my name is Sang You. ”

Baili at the same table took the time to look at her: "Hello." ”

End of topic.

The good thing is that the learning environment is quiet enough.

Later, when he learned that the same table was Duan San, Sang Youxin said, sure enough, he was a cow! This kind of person will also be quacking in the future.

Without science, Sang You is very happy! Very happy! Every class is very energetic, and I feel a lot less pressure to study after class.

It is currently the latter part of a round of revision, and most of them are putting the finishing touches on it. The amount of revision tasks in the Wensu class is extremely large, and Sang You's daily text output is almost beyond the limit, and her wrist is often sore, and after writing for a long time, she has to slow down for a while before continuing.

The class has always been filled with the bitter aroma of coffee, immersed in it, Sang You often thinks of the third year of high school in his previous life, and sometimes between pitching, there will be a trance, and there is a sense of confusion in time and space.

I didn't communicate much with my classmates, and it was Senior Sister Lin Qiaoyan who talked a lot, she seemed to be often alone, and the two of them formed a team, eating, group tasks, and getting together, but most of them were doing their own things.

Sometimes between classes, a few girls would come to her and ask questions about Zhou Yan.

For example –

What do you have to do with Zhou Yan?

How is Zhou Yan in private?

Does he have a favorite girl?

……

Sang You doesn't like to talk about Zhou Yan with others, and basically answers with laughter, sometimes he can't avoid it, so he can't answer clearly. Until there was a girl standing on the edge of the sky, holding an envelope in her hand.

The picture is familiar.

But it's not so familiar.

The girl said, "I heard that you are Zhou Yan's sister, can you help me transfer it?" I'm sorry for you, I'll invite you to drink milk tea. ”

Sang You stared at the love letter, and said after a while: "I'm not his sister." ”

"It's not my sister, it's okay, I see that you guys are quite familiar, just give it to him."

There is no doubt that as long as she agrees to this matter, there will be no end to this matter, and there will only be more and more people coming to her in the future, Sang You paused and asked her, "Are you sure you want me to hand it over?" ”

"Sure." The girl is very resolute.

Sang You: "But I don't really want to. ”

The girl was stunned and anxious: "You just hand it over, you don't need to say anything, just hand it over, it's just a trivial matter." ”

"I like him too."

“……”

The girl was shocked by this sentence, and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time, and her face was full of colors for a while, and after a while, the girl turned around and left, and the love letter was handed over to her rival, and she couldn't do it.

Sang You leaned over and was about to continue to do his homework, but a soft voice suddenly came from beside him.

"You also like Zhou Yan?"

"Also?"

The same table stared at the political book without raising his eyes, but said: "Yes, it seems that there are many people who like him, like his face, like his grades, like his special temperament, and like his way of life." ”

Suddenly, she turned her head and asked, "What do you like about him?" ”

Sang You didn't answer positively: "It's normal. ”

It's normal to like Zhou Yan.

The topic was terminated again.

Refusing to hand over love letters is a big or small matter, but it didn't take long for the incident to begin to ferment. It is rumored that the girl who jumped from the first year of high school likes Zhou Yan, and the two are not related by blood at all.

The first thing that is anxious is the girl who went to Sang You's drawer to stuff love letters.

Someone went to confront him.

"Did you really hand over the love letter I asked you to hand over before?"

Sang You looked at the girl in front of her, Wen Suban, a little familiar, but she didn't know her, she said, "When will you ask me to hand over the love letter?" ”

"I've got you in a drawer!"

"It's too much."

Both of them knew what it meant—there were so many love letters in her drawer to pass on.

Sang You said honestly: "I handed it over the first few times, but then Zhou Yan didn't want it and asked me to throw it in the trash can." ”

The girl gritted her teeth: "Did he let you throw it, or did you want to throw it yourself?" ”

"He told me to throw it, and I wanted to throw it myself."

Girl: "You're too much! ”

"Where is the excess? Did you ask my opinion when you asked me to hand over the love letters? Did I say yes? You only left a letter, a note, and I couldn't find anyone when I wanted to return it. I handed it over to Zhou Yan a few times ago, but he didn't want it later, he didn't want it, so naturally I wouldn't send it to him again. ”

Sang You's tone was very calm: "You have even interfered with my normal life by doing this, and I haven't said that you are excessive." ”

"But just throw other people's love letters......"

"If you don't throw it away, where will I put it? A love letter for your rival, waiting for you to claim it? ”

The girl was.

Sang You's mood was stable, and she continued to do the questions, she could think that there would be many people scolding her behind her back.

However, she didn't care.

In her previous life, as a literary creator, the novels and scripts she wrote would inevitably be questioned and abused.

One was to falsely accuse her of plagiarism in her novel.

One was to question her low level of script writing.

Again, it is to hype up her Jiang Lang's talents, and she is willing to fall.

Three large-scale cyber violence has long made her immune. Life can not always go smoothly, and no one can deal with everyone smoothly, in this life, the most important thing is the scolding of others, scolding openly, scolding secretly, it is normal.

Things fermented very quickly, and even spread to Class 17.

Jian Licheng is considered the information center of the seventeenth class, Xu is network is too wide, and the most important thing is the old melon, when he heard that Sang You liked Zhou Yan, he was obviously stunned: "What are you talking about?" ”

"That skipping student likes Zhou Yan."

Jian Licheng said with a smile: "I like a fart, if Sang Xuemei likes Zhou Yan, Zhou Yan will still be a single dog now?" ”

Speaking of which, Sang You is a girl who is quite familiar with Zhou Yan, and Jian Licheng has a good impression of her.

There are beautiful appearances, but also interesting souls.

Pleased.

In his opinion, a person with Sang You's personality must immediately get up to someone if he likes it. If she likes Zhou Yan, then there will be more opportunities to chase people, so she won't have no performance at all now.

He told Zhou Yan about this, and he was quite worried: "Did you say that Sang Xuemei was driven crazy by the love letters of your group of suitors?" does not hesitate to create a love enemy design. ”

"You see, the effect is remarkable, it is estimated that no one will ask Sang Xuemei to hand over love letters in the future." Jian Licheng sighed, "Wound a thousand enemies, and lose eight hundred." ”

In the interval between class and self-study in the evening, Sang You returned to class after eating, and saw Zhou Yan standing at the back door.

His arm was on the vermilion railing, the branches and leaves of the phoenix flowers and trees on his side were swaying, and through the gap, the sky was indigo, much like the scene when she first met Zhou Yan, but at that time the sky was dark, and the world was mottled.

Sang Youxiu jumped over and asked, "Did you come to me?!" ”

"Hmm." Zhou Yan responded.

"Did you listen to some rumors?"

"Listened some, about love letters." Zhou Yan said, "A girl asked you to hand over a love letter, and you said ......"

He paused in a rare way, not continuing.

Sang You smiled and made up for him: "I said, I like you." ”