"Is that what you say?" Sang You continued to ask.

Zhou Yan turned his head to look at her, and saw that she also raised her hand on the vermilion railing, stared ahead, noticed the sight, and looked over, with a sporadic smile hidden in her eyes, a little cunning, as if she was joking.

He nodded.

In the next second, I heard Sang You's voice say brightly: "I'm not lying, I really like it, Brother Yan is so handsome, so smart, no one will not like it!" ”

Zhou Yan seemed to be amused by her.

Sang You: "You don't believe me? ”

She glanced around and frowned: "If it weren't for the fact that there were too many people around, I would have made a trumpet shape with my hands, shouted, and everyone knew it." ”

"Since everyone wants to know about it, shouldn't it be shouted when there are many people?" Zhou Yan corrected the loopholes in her words.

Sang You glanced at him, and his hands made a trumpet shape: "I like—"

As soon as two sounds came out, she stopped and looked at Zhou Yan in disbelief: "You really let me shout?" ”

"Aren't you going to shout?"

“……”

It's not the right thing!

Sang You thought that Zhou Yan would stop it, so she would stop it, who knew that Zhou Yan would not stop it, which made it difficult for her to end!

He just didn't dare to shout.

He had predicted hers.

Sang You hummed half-deadly: "I like Zhou Yan, I like the best seniors in the world." ”

The voice is as small as a mosquito and flies, almost inaudible.

Zhou Yan: "This volume, probably only I heard it." ”

Sang You responded perfunctorily: "Yes, yes." ”

She just wanted him to hear it alone.

This matter is so simple to turn over, maybe she had more contact with actors and stars in the entertainment industry in her previous life, she feels that her acting skills are superb, frank and open, and she gags, so naturally she can't see that she likes it at all. Maybe this was the closest she'd ever gotten to a confession, she spoke.

said, I like Zhou Yan and the best seniors in the world.

Even in a joking way.

Zhou Yan listened, and he was the only one who heard it.

Even if it wasn't taken seriously.

Sang You's liking is very complex, including reverence and admiration, love and possession, and obsession and paranoia. But just now, she suppressed those things and only allowed the first emotion to be revealed.

Therefore, in Zhou Yan's eyes, her liking is nothing more than the schoolgirl's appreciation and admiration for the senior, which is normal, especially at her age.

Gradually, Sang You found that some girls in the class didn't seem to be right with her, the yin and yang in the open and the secret were weird, sometimes they passed by, they listened to the sound of cutting, sometimes they met head-on, rolled their eyes and left with a cold face.

Sang You turned a blind eye and was not disturbed in the slightest.

Most of the people in the Wensu class are real scholars, just like the name of the class, they have super cultural literacy and humanistic literacy, and there are only a few people with brain diseases.

There are very few activities in the third year of high school, and if you really want to count them, there are only 100-day oaths and coming-of-age ceremonies, in addition, it is non-stop listening to lectures, brushing questions, exams, proofreading, single but heavy.

At this time, the only thing to worry about seems to be the pressure of studying, you only need to worry about whether you can be admitted to a university, whether you can be admitted to a good university, and the rest of the things are naturally in the back, with schools and families to open the way for you and escort you.

Sang You likes this rhythm, and sometimes it is rare to be able to focus on one thing.

There was a wish wall hanging behind the Wensu class, and Teacher Yang said that you can write down your target universities or your short-term goals. Sang You thought about it for a while during the evening self-study, and suddenly remembered that she had written something similar in her senior year of high school in her previous life.

At that time, she wrote -

Go to the city you want to go to and meet the people you want to meet.

Translated, go to Beijing and see Zhou Yan.

This sentence is the rope that pulls her back from the brink of countless collapses, and it is also the motivation for her to keep going when she is discouraged and lost.

This time, she wrote just three words.

Go to Beijing.

The city of Beijing is far away, and the city of Beijing is very large.

This is the second time she has gone without risk.

-

Not long after skipping a grade, Sang You went to the school uniform store to buy the school uniform of the third year of high school, the girls are red and white, the color is simple, the fabric is thin, but the style is very good-looking, and the color matching is also very vibrant.

The school uniform was changed, and the school logo was turned purple.

Oh!

Senior year, noble purple label!

Sang You liked it very much, she was very satisfied, she walked with her head held high a lot, she was stinky and smelly, when she went to the library at noon, she didn't avoid Zhou Yan like before, but sat directly opposite him, and quickly wrote a sentence in the draft book and pushed it over.

Zhou Yan's eyebrows moved slightly, and he lowered his eyes to look.

- Neighbor, look at my school uniform!

When he raised his eyes, he saw Sang You smiling proudly, if there was a tail behind this person, Zhou Yan had no doubt that the tail would be cocked and wagged.

He replied with a pen: "It's good, it's great."

The first two words praise clothes, and the last two words praise people.

The boy is blue and white, rounded up to be considered a couple, Sang You finished reading his answer, nodded with satisfaction, and then took out the paper and textbook and began to study.

The time to study always passed quickly, when she stopped writing, Zhou Yan had already fallen asleep, he seemed to be used to sleeping with his head down, pillowing one arm, the other hand on the back of his neck, and his back slightly undulating with his breathing.

Sang You looked away for a while, and there was a tree-lined path outside, and the leaves of the trees had turned yellow, and the sunlight poured into it, and there was a less obvious Tyndall effect.

As she lay down, she stared at the light spots of the yellow leaves, thinking to herself, how good it would be if she kept doing this.

The days are dull and leisurely, and the time is gentle and long.

However, it backfired.

At the beginning of December, the outbreak broke out again.

This time the situation was so serious that it was worse than the last time, the first and second years of high school all went home to teach online, and the third year of high school could not afford to delay, and the school leaders held an emergency meeting and made the decision to 'study in school'.

The boarding and day students in the third year of high school all live on campus, and the students in the first and second years of high school have packed up their dormitories. All the teachers in the third year of high school also moved in.

There is only the third year of high school left in the huge school, and then the school is closed, and no one is allowed to enter, let alone leave.

In winter, the days are getting shorter and shorter, and the nights are getting longer and longer, which really responds to the sentence 'black high school junior'. The atmosphere of the school is quite depressing, learning to learn, looking at the sky outside, you will be out of breath for no reason, like a caged bird, forever restrained by inexplicable things, never able to break free.

Wearing a mask, all the time.

Sang You is the only one left in the 315 dormitory.

She skipped a grade, but did not change the dormitory, the roommates went home, and the school only asked the dormitory above the fourth floor to be cleaned up, so she was the only one left.

One day, two days, after a few days in a row, slowly someone broke down and sobbed quietly as they learned.

On Saturdays and Sundays, you are not allowed to go home, and you will be arranged for self-study in the class, and after 4 p.m., it will be free time.

Senior Sister Lin Qiaoyan came to her and said that the scenery of the back mountain is good, you can go and see it.

The back hill is behind the girls' dormitory, not high, at most it is a small hill, there is a very long stone staircase, the slope is quite large, and it is quite tiring to climb up.

After going up, I walked and stopped along the winding path, and I also met a lot of classmates who came to play, they were tired of walking, and planned to sit in the gazebo for a while, only to find that there were people in the gazebo when they got closer.

Or acquaintances.

Zhou Yan, Jian Licheng, the richest prince.

There are benches on three sides of the pavilion, and a wooden square table is placed in the middle, and a pot of rockery is placed on the table, which is simple and elegant. However, the three of them leaned on the back of the bench and held the cards in their hands, which really did not fit this artistic conception.

Lin Qiaoyan: "Okay, gather a crowd to play cards and report you." ”

Jian Licheng laughed and invited them: "Come and play?" ”

As soon as the two nodded, Jian Licheng said, "Now you are also accomplices, and you will die together." ”

"We didn't even touch the cards." Sang You said.

Zhou Yan still had four or five cards left in his hand, and he handed the cards over: "You are left to play." ”

Sang You was stunned for a moment, subconsciously took it, and the next second he heard Jian Licheng's swishing voice: "Did you touch the cards?" Sang Xuemei. ”

“……”

Unbelievable!

Zhou Yan actually cheated her like this!

Sang You said indignantly: "You let me fight, don't rely on me if you lose!" ”

Zhou Yan: "It's not bad for you." ”

Sang You looked down at the cards, almost two eyes black, just four cards, 3, 6, 7, 8.

？

What is this broken card?

"What are you fighting?"

The richest prince moved to the side, vacated the position for Lin Qiaoyan, and replied kindly: "Fight the landlord." ”

Jian Licheng added: "Zhou Yan is a landlord. ”

“……”

Why is Zhou Yan's IQ able to play cards like this? Sang You was in a trance for a while, and unsurprisingly lost.

In the next game, Zhou Yan went down, and Lin Qiao smoked.

It is already the deep winter, the temperature has dropped a lot, and there are artificially dug ponds in the back mountain, and the cold wind blows through the pond, which is bitterly cold. Sensing that Sang You leaned a little next to him, Zhou Yan asked, "What about blocking the wind with me?" ”

Sang You was not weak at all: "You just asked me to clean up the mess." ”

Zhou Yan lowered his head and laughed, and asked again: "How is life in the third year of high school?" ”

"yes, I like it." As if thinking of something, Sang You asked, "Didn't you get the qualification to be escorted?" Why didn't you go? ”

"The head teacher suggested that I get a provincial champion."

"You can."

Zhou Yan was surprised by her affirmation: "Really? ”

"yes."

Originally, Zhou Yan in his previous life was the provincial champion.

"Lend you good words."

Jian Licheng arranged the cards: "Sister Sang, are you a fan of Brother Yan?" Such blind worship? ”

Sang Youyou responded: "Yes, yes, loyal hardcore fans, the kind that will never take off the powder for a lifetime." ”

A group of people were happy for a long time, Lin Qiaoyan's playing skills were not good, and if he noticed the sight of the people next to him, he hurriedly turned sideways to block the cards: "Chen Qinnian, are you peeking at my cards?" ”

Chen Qinnian?

The richest prince?

This is the first time Sang You has heard the name of the richest man, the crown prince.

Chen Qinnian sighed: "I didn't peek. ”

Lin Qiaoyan sat outside a little, just in case.

Sang You wanted to laugh inexplicably, the richest prince really didn't want to peek at the cards, but he didn't refrain from going to see Senior Sister Lin Qiaoyan.

When you like someone, your eyes don't belong to you anymore.