As soon as the girl spoke, a puff of smoke sprayed on Han Yi's face.

Han Yi frowned and waved his hand, glanced at the girl, and then picked up the book he had rented and left.

At this time, I heard the owner of the bookstore and asked the girl's name, "What is your name?"

"Freshman, I don't have a student card! My name is Zhou Rongrong. The girl replied.

Han Yi didn't expect that this girl was also a freshman, probably at her own expense, and she was listening to the fact that the boss asked Zhou Rongrong to pay a double deposit.

He walked outside the rented bookstore, it was already dark, and the lights had been turned on inside the teaching building, and the incandescent light was very strong, and he could see the light emitted by the three rows of lamps in the huge classroom.

Han Yi thought of the old ashamed tree in front of the gate of Xixian Junior High School for no reason, it must have been flourishing at this time, and he was also enjoying the incense offered by the doorman.

Han Yi felt in a trance that it was still the same as yesterday, but there were no familiar personnel in the school.

Xie Fan went to No. 1 Middle School and heard that he was going to study in California in half a year.

Li Dacheng also went to No. 1 Middle School, and his family wanted him to go to the best school, but it cost money anyway, so why didn't he go to the best?

There was no little girl like Han Xiaoye in the school, rushing out and crashing into his arms......

Everything is new.

Han Yi took the book into the class, and the evening self-study was very lively, but most of them were communicating with each other in the dormitory, or students from the same place said this.

Han Yi's seat was empty, he ran to the last row by the window and sat down, and basically no one came to share the table with him.

Li Yan was still sitting with him at first, but later felt that Han Yi was boring, and the two of them left without saying that they would fall together.

Later, a few people in the same dormitory came over to talk to him, and Han Yi also listened a lot and talked little.

In fact, Han Yi was relatively silent most of the time, he had experienced too many things, especially this time in Yunzhou, which made his soul and will go through a lot of training.

said that it was a refinement, but in fact, it also made him feel a trace of discomfort and fear.

The baptism of the will of the soul is also the destruction of the will of the heart.

So Han Yicai ran into the bookstore for no reason to find some spiritual books to read.

"It's good that Li Dacheng is here, his endless photo magazines will inevitably wash the wounds of my soul!"

Han Yi thought of Li Dacheng's grandson with some gains and losses, and a feeling of parting came to his heart, which was an indescribable feeling.

The darker the sky, the more intense the lights became, and the classroom was as bright as day, and the people around Han Yi were talking quietly, as were the people who were seated farther away.

Chen Zhihong, the homeroom teacher, was flipping through the lesson plan on the podium, raising his head from time to time to scan the classroom, and even his voice was much quieter as far as his eyes could see.

Knock knock!

There was a knock at the door.

The door opened, and a middle-aged, balding man who looked like a teacher in the teaching office led a girl with dyed yellow hair in.

"Teacher Chen, Zhou Rongrong, who came at her own expense, has been assigned to your class. ”

Chen Zhihong saw Zhou Rongrong's bright yellow hair, as if she saw most yellow sunflowers blooming in front of her eyes, and the beating colors filled her eyes, which made her frown.

"Excuse me, Mr. Li, Zhou Rongrong, you go find a place to sit down by yourself. Chen Zhihong nodded with Teacher Li, and asked Zhou Rongrong to find a seat by herself. Teacher Li didn't say much, nodded and left.

"It's her. Han Yi didn't expect such a coincidence that the girl who borrowed books at the same time in the bookstore became classmates with him, and looking at Zhou Rongrong's appearance, she was obviously rushing to the seat next to him.

"Don't come, don't come!"

Han Yi suddenly wanted to pray, this girl looked like a character who was not easy to mess with, with yellow hair, she still came at her own expense, and at first glance, her family had money, and ordinary students definitely didn't want other students to know about it at their own expense, this girl was good, so the teacher from the teaching office sent it over.

It's a pity that things didn't go as expected, Zhou Rongrong's eyes swept the seat, and she saw that Han Yi's piece was empty, and she walked over without thinking about it.

Han Yi swept his eyes, and quietly put the book of the master in the Himalayas on the desk into the desk, he hadn't read this book yet, but Zhou Rongrong walked over, everyone's eyes fell on her, and the head teacher Zhou Zhihong was bound to sweep over, especially Zhou Rongrong's big yellow hair, which was really eye-catching.

After all, the book of the Himalayas is an extracurricular book, Han Yi has the experience of reading photo magazines with Li Dacheng, and he still has a good grasp of the teacher's mentality, and it is better to restrain it.

Sure enough, when Zhou Rongrong came to Han Yi's seat with flowing yellow hair all the way, the entire classroom was quiet, and the eyes of dozens of classmates were faintly swept over, Han Yi was like an old monk in his mind, with a ballpoint pen in his hand, and a notebook on the desk, sometimes writing and drawing, as if he was doing his own thing.

Zhou Rongrong sat down, and Han Yi smelled the pungent smell of perfume, which was different from the first time he met Zhou Rongrong in the bookstore.

Han Yi glanced at her, and then wrote and drew in his notebook.

"Huh, it's you?"

Zhou Rongrong sat down and saw Han Yi clearly, this temporary table mate had seen it in the bookstore earlier, with an ordinary appearance, she remembered that she had a puff of smoke sprayed up, and when she looked at Han Yi again, she recognized this person.

What a coincidence.

Zhou Rongrong rolled her eyes, and with a sweep of her eyes, she saw the extracurricular book that Han Yi hid in the desk, she didn't know the name, but she rented the book with him at the same time, which came in handy at this time, Zhou Rongrong opened the black backpack, took it out and met the unknown herself, turned the first page, and read it with taste.

Han Yi was bored with drawing in his notebook, an old foreman, who owed us two iron balls, he said that he would change it in three days, and he hadn't paid it back in four days······

After waiting for a while, Han Yi saw that his classmates and teachers were no longer paying attention to him, so he took the book out of the desk and opened it to look at it.

Han Yi's movements did not escape Zhou Rongrong's eyes, but she didn't react other than rolling her eyes.

"I grew up in the Himalayan valleys. Having been associated with the sages here for more than forty-five years since childhood, I have met some of the masters who have lived here and studied at their feet, and thus experienced their great spiritual wisdom······"

The words slowly flowed through Han Yi's mind like flowing water, and he felt that as he read the words deeply, the whole person became more and more calm and serene.

Suddenly, Han Yi's ears trembled, he took a breath, he closed the book in his hand very reluctantly, and then put it in the desk.

He looked out at the night, the lights were dim, and the shops on the street had long since closed.

Da Da Da! ······

Crisp footsteps sounded, and it only took a few steps to reach Han Yi's table.

Han Yi actually felt that Teacher Chen Zhihong was coming over, but at this time, he pretended not to know, and when he heard the sound, he looked up, and saw Chen Zhihong stretching out his hand with a gloomy face and picking up Zhou Rongrong's unknown self from the desk.

Chen Zhihong said in a deep voice: "I read extracurricular books on the first day, and they were confiscated, Zhou Rongrong, you come out with me!"