As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Wan Xiutong and Liu Bowen couldn't wait to rush out to watch the rankings.
At this time, the two of them were mingling in the crowd, listening to everyone discussing the math test paper.
"Difficult! It's too difficult!"
"The last three big questions are all out of class, so it's a blessing to pass?"
"It is said that 80% of the students scored below 70 points, and only two people scored above 130 points. Among them, Jiang Fuyue scored perfect! Could it be that if you give her the problem of the century, she will be right?"
"Don't say it, it's really possible."
"Who issued the math test paper this time? It's too ruthless."
"..."
Wan Xiutong asked Liu Bowen: "How many exams have you taken?"
The latter's face darkened: "... very bad, let's not talk about it?"
"How much is it? I'll talk about mine first, cough... 63 points."
Liu Bowen: "Oh, then I'm still taller than you."
"How high is it?"
"fifty points."
Wan Xiutong: "..." I suspect that you are engaged in "Fan Xue"!
"It is said that foreign aid was invited for this question, and it seems to have a lot of background."
"Didn't it come from our school teacher? No wonder it's so annoying..."
"When will the papers be issued? Hehe, I want to take a look at the full-score test paper of Luna."
"I also!"
"And I!"
"Line in line, count one by one, I am 4."
"5."
"6."
"..."
At that time, the principal's office.
"Professor Ming, this is Jiang Fuyue's math test paper, please take a look."
The man was sitting in a wheelchair, his face was thin, and his complexion was as pale as if he hadn't seen the sun all year round, but his back was straight and his shoulders were straight.
He took the test paper handed by the principal, his blue-gray pupils moved slightly, and his eyes fell on the paper without any focus.
Zhong Hao handed over his glasses at the right time: "Professor..."
After putting it on, the familiar handwriting came into view, and Ming Yu greedily and lingeringly caressed every number on it.
It's really her!
If you just look at the handwriting, there may be a coincidence. After all, the characters are similar, but the logic and thinking of the last three big questions are unique and difficult to reproduce.
Only her!
Ming Yu's hand holding the test paper began to tremble uncontrollably.
Standing from the principal's point of view, one could see his jawline suddenly tightened, and his originally peaceful aura was also surging undercurrents in an instant.
"Professor Ming..."
"Principal Hu, I want to meet... this classmate."
The headmaster froze.
"May I?"
"D-Of course!"
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Class three and three in high school.
"Jiang Jiang, you are the first again this time, you are too good! The math test paper is so difficult, everyone did not do well in the test, but you still have a perfect score, how did you get in the test?"
Wan Xiutong rested her chin with one hand, stared at Jiang Fuyue obsessively, staring at her eyes.
Jiang Fuyue pointed to her head, then moved her hands again: "Here, there is still here."
head to hand.
Wan Xiutong: "I have it too, why isn't it useful to you?"
"Pfft—" Liu Bowen couldn't help laughing, "Maybe the factory configuration is different?"
Lin Qiao swished around and glared at him: "Don't talk if you can't speak, it's so ugly."
Liu Bowen: "?"
Wan Xiutong smiled sweetly at Lin Qiao, and Lin Qiao winked at her.
The friendship of girls is so indestructible.
"Sister Yue, Teacher Xu asked you to go to the office." A boy pawed at the door frame, poking his head.
"Okay." Jiang Fuyue got up and left the classroom.
When he saw Xu Jing, the latter said, "It's not me looking for you, it's the principal. I don't know exactly what's going on. You'll know when you go. Do you want me to come with you?"
"No, I can do it myself."
Ten minutes later, outside the principal's office, there was a knock-knock-
"Please come in."
Jiang Fuyue pushed the door open, and the first thing she saw was not the old principal, but the back figure sitting in the wheelchair.
Hearing the noise, the other party didn't turn his head, so he couldn't see his face.
But Jiang Fuyue felt inexplicably familiar.
She walked to the principal's desk calmly, "Are you looking for me?"
"Ah? Yes. This monthly math test paper is not easy, and you still got full marks..."
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows.
Because she got full marks in the test, so you called her here
"Actually, I want to see you." The man in the wheelchair said suddenly.
Jiang Fuyue turned her head and saw his face with her eyes. The next second, her pupils shrank slightly and her eyes showed shock.
Mingyu
Why is he here? !
And... what about the wheelchair? There seems to be something wrong with the eyes
"Principal," Ming Yu had already gotten the answer he wanted from the girl's expression, he raised his eyes and looked at Hu Yongwei through the glasses, "Can I have a private talk with...Student Jiang?"
The headmaster was taken aback.
Zhong Hao couldn't help being surprised too.
Hu Yongwei did not answer immediately, but turned his questioning gaze to Jiang Fuyue.
He fully respects the opinions of students.
If Jiang Fuyue didn't want to, he would directly reject Mingyu.
But in fact, Jiang Fuyue nodded slightly and agreed.
The old principal and Zhong Hao left one after the other, leaving space for the two of them.
In the quiet room, the clock on the wall is ticking.
The four eyes met, and no one spoke.
After an unknown amount of time, the man was the first to break the silence—
"I know it's you, Mingyue." With a firm tone and determined eyes, ecstasy was suppressed under the calmness.
He said, "I have confirmed that there is nothing wrong. Although your appearance has changed, your body shape has changed, and even... your age has changed, but I know that you are back."
Under the refraction of tears, the blue-gray pupils seem to be refocused.
The girl in front of him was his only focus.
What the eyes look at, what the heart thinks, what the soul leads, and what the life is tied to.
He stretched out his trembling hands, his eyes showed hope, hoping to regain her closeness and feel her normal body temperature at the moment.
Jiang Fuyue didn't move, she looked at him with clear eyes, her emotions were unspeakable.
Ming Yu kept extending his hand, stubbornly refusing to take it back.
The two seemed to be in a stalemate.
One wants to go, one doesn't come.
finally-
A soft sigh escaped from her lips, Jiang Fuyue stepped forward and gently held his hand: "Why are you doing this?"
The next second, he was held back: "You admit it?"
Jiang Fuyue curled her lips: "Didn't you swear that you have confirmed it? What does it matter if I admit it or not?"
"Of course! I confirm, it's my attitude; you admit it, it's your attitude."
It's about whether you want to recognize me or not.
"You..." Jiang Fuyue's eyes showed doubts, "It doesn't seem to be surprising at all?"
A person who has been dead for 20 years is now standing in front of his eyes. Normal people will feel surprised and horrified, right
He was surprisingly calm.
Ming Yu could only say, "It was an accident."
But in the process of seeking proof, the accident gradually calmed down, replaced by excitement.
She was still alive—this thought supported him like a belief in rushing thousands of miles from the northwest to Laihuai.
For a moment, Ming Yu thought about backing down.
What if Linhuai finds out that it's not her and that everything is wrong in his own judgment
God gave him hope, if the trip to Linhuai took it away mercilessly, then Ming Yu would rather never come!
After repeated entanglement and suffering, in the end, he still came.
Fortunately, God treated him well.
The moment the girl pushed the door and came in, Ming Yu's half-suspended heart fell gently to the ground—
is her!
"It's better that you are alive than anything else."
Jiang Fuyue was stunned for a moment.
The same thing was said by Ye Qianji, Niu Chunhua, Ling Qingzhou and Yi Hansheng.
They didn't ask how she survived, but were ecstatic and grateful that she was alive.
"Ah Yu, these years... How are you?"
Tears welled up in the man's eyes again, and the blue-gray pupils were washed to the bottom, but the color was still dim.
He said: "Mingyue, I'm not good, I'm not good at all."
In the next second, the man let go of her hand, wrapped his arms around the girl's slender waist, and pressed his face against her abdomen, like a child who had been lost for too long and finally found his way.
After a while, the wet touch faded silently.
Jiang Fuyue was severely stunned.
He cried
"Ah Yu..."
"Sorry, I didn't protect you back then."
If he had enough ability to rebel against the family, if he hadn't left the imperial capital, wouldn't he be able to protect her safe and sound
For twenty years, he has not blamed himself and regretted it for a moment.
It is said that time is like medicine, which will eventually cure regrets.
But why to him, time is ruthless like a tube of strong antiseptic, not only can't heal the wound, but also makes the wound fester and inflame day by day, and the wound is getting bigger and bigger...
Mingyu even thought countless times: If she can't come back, then I can choose to accompany her, can't I
"Fortunately, you're back..." He tightened his arms, as if enclosing the most precious thing in his life.
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One or two more, three thousand words.
Brother Ming Yu recognized each other, woo woo...
There is more at twelve o'clock.