That night.
Brother Jiang, who was full of food and drink, was lying on the upper bunk with a small quilt on his chubby belly.
"Sister, are you asleep?"
"..."
"I know, you didn't sleep, I heard you move just now."
"… oh."
"Sister..." Brother Jiang scratched the quilt with his right index finger, staring at the ceiling in the dark, with a small arc of his mouth.
"Just talk when you have something to say, and the old problem of hesitating?"
"...No." Brother Jiang was embarrassed.
"Um."
"Sister, I feel so happy." The child's soft and timid voice was full of happiness and contentment.
In the darkness, Jiang Fuyue visibly paused.
happiness
"... Will you be happy if you are full?" The requirements are too low.
Brother Jiang: "In addition to this!"
Jiang Fuyue: "What?"
"With you, with parents, our family is together." After speaking, he asked again, "Sister, do you feel happy?"
In the dark, there was no response.
Brother Jiang also quieted down.
After a while, there was a faint sound from the lower bunk: "...um."
But Jiang Chenxing was already fast asleep.
Under the same night, the Yutianhua Mansion in Linnan District was bathed in moonlight and fell into silence.
In a detached villa located in the northeast corner, the bedroom on the second floor is still lit.
Xie Dingyuan checked the bruises on his back in the mirror, then put on his pajamas, and fastened the button to the last button at a leisurely pace.
He raised his hand higher and higher, suddenly a certain muscle was involved, and there was a dull pain in the inside of his back arm. He paused, and then continued to smooth the folds of the lapel until the cloth was stretched, and then he put his hands down and hung them by his side .
During this period, the man didn't move his eyebrows, his face remained expressionless.
And the painful place was the place where Jiang Fuyue grabbed and buckled him earlier.
A high school student, female, only weighs a hundred, but she has great strength!
The next day, Zhong Ziang went downstairs with a scarf tightly wrapped around his neck. Of course, his chin could also be buried in it.
Xie Dingyuan looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and didn't say anything.
Liu Ma's surprised eyes switched back and forth between the nephew and uncle, and finally leaned out the window to look up at the sky.
The sun is scorching hot, it is the midsummer of the eight classics, that's right.
That…
Why is one wearing long sleeves and the other wearing a scarf
Liu Ma: I suspect that I haven't woken up, I'm still in a dream.
…
On July 27th, half a month has passed since the first test of Wujing.
The rankings and grades came down.
There were 13 people who took the exam in No. 1 Middle School, with a total score of 200, and all of them passed the passing line of 120.
Among them, there are as many as 9 people with a high score of 150-200!
Hou Siyuan, who vomited while training, got 162 in the test. He was dumbfounded on the spot when he heard the score.
When he reacted, he dragged Meng Zhijian to confirm again and again: "Mr. Meng, are you sure you read it right? Did you not wear glasses? Or... did you confuse my name with someone else? How could I take 162? How could I What about 162?! I'm not worthy!"
The corner of Meng Zhijian's mouth twitched, and he slapped the report card in front of him: "Take it and get out!"
Hou Siyuan picked it up, looked at it in a daze, and then rolled away with a smile on his face.
Liu Bowen made a mistake on the last big question and only scored 185, but it was within his expectations.
Therefore, I accepted the result calmly.
Meng Zhijian: "Continue to work hard, the future can be expected."
Liu Bowen nodded with a smile: "Thank you teacher, I will work hard."
As for Ling Xuan, there is nothing to say, a high score of 196 is rare over the years.
Meng Zhijian: "... Congratulations, the city is third. If the semi-finals and finals continue to maintain this level, then this year's winter camp will be stable."
Ling Xuan hummed lightly, looking at the report card in his hand, but there was no joy in his eyes.
"What's the matter? Do you have any questions?" Meng Zhijian saw that his expression was wrong, and asked.
"I can't figure out where the 4 points are deducted."
"According to the rules, the competition test papers cannot be consulted... But, I suggest you ask Jiang Fuyue."
"Ask her?" Ling Xuan raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, ask her. She is one of the two perfect scores in the city this year, tied for first place with Feng Kaixuan from No. 2 Middle School."
It is said to be tied, but now several middle schools have spread the word that Jiang Fuyue handed in the papers and left within 40 minutes after the start of the exam, while Feng Kaixuan did not write until the bell rang. .
After hearing this, Ling Xuan's expression seemed to be more complicated than before.
"... Thank you, Mr. Meng, I know what to do."
"That's good."
"Jiang Fuyue, she..." Ling Xuan paused, his eyes flickered slightly, "Is she here?"
Meng Zhijian shook his head: "I said I was busy, so I came to get the report card on Monday."
Ah…
Ling Xuan lowered his eyes and curled his lips silently, but his eyes were full of mockery.
They couldn't wait to know their scores, and rushed back to school even though Saturday was a holiday. she's fine-
Not in a hurry, as if she doesn't care at all, even if she gets a perfect score, it's probably nothing more than that in her opinion.
The moment he heard about Jiang Fuyue's results, Ling Xuan didn't feel that he had lost, but now he realized that he might not even have the qualification to "lose".
Because Jiang Fuyue never competed with him from the beginning to the end, it was always him who competed unilaterally.
You treat someone as an opponent, as an enemy, but the other party doesn't even know who you are, this feeling...
More frustrating than losing!
As soon as Ling Xuan stepped out of the office, Sun Cheng stretched his arm across. Today he came here specially to accompany Ling Xuan to get the report card. In the afternoon, the two of them made an appointment to go for a martin ride up the mountain.
"196, brother, I haven't touched anything for more than a year, I didn't expect that the glory is still there, it's amazing!" Before Ling Xuan came out, he knew the results from others.
Ling Xuan's reaction was flat.
Sun Cheng couldn't help but look at him twice: "What's the situation? It's close to full marks, and you're still unhappy?"
Ling Xuan's eyes darkened, "It's just close, but it's not a perfect score. What's the fun?"
"Tsk, have you been on the perfect score lately? I've never seen you be so demanding on yourself before..."
Sun Cheng was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly thought of something: "Could it be because of Jiang—"
"Shut up!"
"Tsk tsk, there is no silver three hundred taels here."
Ling Xuan: "..."
"By the way, how many points does Jiang Fuyue have this time? It can't be full again... Uh! Points?"
Ling Xuan gritted his teeth with a smile: "What do you mean?"
"Damn it!" Sun Cheng was startled, "Are you really full marks?"
Ling Xuan strode forward, leaving him with an indifferent look on the back of his head.
Sun Cheng: What, I don’t want to hear it, so I won’t let others say it…
However, he still wanted to shout: "Goddess Niubi!"
Ling Xuan turned back coldly: "Are you going? The Martin car in the afternoon is not running?"
Sun Cheng snorted softly: Pretend! Keep pretending! Admit it, you're just jealous.
Also shocked was Yu Wenzhou who came to the office non-stop from home, "... how many points? I didn't hear you clearly on the phone just now, can you say it again?"
Meng Zhijian: "200, full marks." After speaking, he handed over the report card.
Yu Wenzhou read it once, blinked, and read it a second time.
Repeatedly several times, finally exaggeratedly covering his chest, and after a long while he could hold back a sentence: "You said this child... why is she so competitive?!"