It was the end of December when Meng Shengnan received the notice of the new concept rematch.
At that time, the end of the term was approaching, and the study atmosphere in the class was intense. Before and after the get out of class break, there was no time for chatting at the table. The table was full of Wang Houxiong and 5?3 simulation questions, and everyone bowed their heads to study the cosine function and parabola. Even the influence of the upcoming New Year's Day has to be relied on. The key point is that the final exam will be arranged according to the grades to call parents, which is not as simple as the last time.
Meng Shengnan was immersed in English.
Xue Lin didn't know when to come over.
"My God, your correct rate is too high."
Nie Jing also took a closer look: "Why did you choose B, I just did it yesterday and it seems to be A."
Meng Shengnan: "I haven't got the answer yet."
Xue Lin looked at Nie Jing.
"I just got it right, it's B, you're right, you won't see it the wrong way, will you?"
Nie Jing frowned: "Really, then I'll check."
The self-study class was originally calm. Meng Shengnan just wanted to take a break after finishing English, when the 1.7-meter male class leader suddenly stood up, walked to the podium, knocked on the blackboard, and said, "On New Year's Day the day after tomorrow, the head teacher asked us to have some fun by ourselves..."
One sentence immediately set off a wave in the classroom, and the students who couldn't be bored could finally find a serious excuse to be lazy.
Someone in the back row shouted: "Li Yan can dance!"
"Squad leader sing a song."
"Yeah, all the honors yesterday—"
When Meng Shengnan heard Li Yan's name, she couldn't help being stunned for a moment. She glanced out of the corner of her eye calmly, then looked away silently, and continued to bury her head in the book. Afterwards, the class leader handed over the arrangement of the New Year's Eve party to several of their class committee members in batches, and she and the Chinese class representative were responsible for buying decorations to decorate the classroom.
The two are usually limited to greeting each other.
It's just that it didn't happen, the next day the representative of the Chinese class threw the whole stall to her because of something, Meng Shengnan really couldn't laugh or cry. At that time, school was over at noon, and she had greeted her family the night before because of this incident.
So, that afternoon after school, she was wandering alone on the long street outside the school.
It was cold outside, so Meng Shengnan randomly walked into a thrift shop. There were so many things in it, she wandered around a few times, bought a small box of spray paint and snow, and a lot of balloons, posters, and ribbons. After turning around for a while, I stopped at the school supplies.
The buddy Qi Qiao knew that Meng Shengnan had a very special hobby.
This girl likes to collect books. She writes, draws, draws and does everything on white paper. Usually, there are no less than twenty pencils in her schoolbag, and seven white rabbit toffees. mouth.
So, when she saw the simple and elegant black pencils on the counter, she couldn't walk.
"Boss, how do you sell this?"
The fifty-year-old woman looked over and said, "It's sold in a whole box, brand new, ten sticks for seven yuan."
Meng Shengnan calculated the remaining money in his pocket.
Then take everything and pay the bill.
Boss: "A total of 107 yuan."
Meng Shengnan took out all the money and put them on the table, and the boss counted them one by one.
"It's not enough, girl, it's still two or three yuan short."
Meng Shengnan was startled, "Huh? With a cry, the class fees were all spent, and then I fumbled in my pocket for change.
The pockets of the schoolbag were searched over and over, and there was nothing left—
She stood in front of the cash register with her eyebrows frowned, wondering whether to put down the box of pencils. The boss looked at her kindly, and Meng Shengnan sighed inwardly. Just as he was about to reach for a pencil, a voice came from behind him.
"Take the Yellow Crane Tower."
She was almost frozen in place, her back was numb, her head was buzzing, her eyes were staring straight ahead without looking back. The distance is so close, but also the same encounter. The voice was so familiar, and the smell on her body was so familiar, that she didn't even realize it, and was almost so nervous that her heart stopped beating.
The boss passed the cigarette behind her, and the boy gave it directly to Zhang Shishi.
She bit her lip and slowly lowered her head, pretending to be looking for change, her fingers trembling.
Then, just listen for the next second.
"The rest is hers." The voice was so careless.
She was taken aback.
The whole person didn't dare to move, and the movement of turning over the bag stopped early, as if he was afraid that he would hear him even breathing. The wind chime hanging on the door curtain of the thrift shop suddenly jingled, and there was no movement behind him.
She turned her head slowly.
The boy left the store long ago and there was no one there, so she realized it later.
The wind gradually blew in the sky.
Later, Meng Shengnan walked to school in a daze with a box of things in his arms, the blush from just now was not dissipated by the cold wind. As he walked, he even started to giggle, and regretted that he was too slow to let go of such a good opportunity to talk. Fortunately, Qi Qiao was not around at that time, otherwise seeing her like this would definitely call her neurotic.
Not far behind her on the street, two boys were wandering by the side of the road.
"Have you bought a gift?" Shi Jin asked.
"without."
The boy smoked a cigarette from the pack and stuffed it into his mouth.
"It's not that my brother said that you are a little bit disinterested in Li Yan."
He lit the fire, threw the cigarette lighter into Shi Jin's arms, and then laughed softly: "Are you interested?"
"Fuck—"
The boy smoked a cigarette and said, "She's too annoying."
"You don't feel pain in your back when you stand and talk. If you look around, there are quite a few beauties in our Ninth High School. How can you say that Li Yan is one of the best? Are you not satisfied?"
The boy raised his eyes: "You are lonely."
Shi Jin gave a 'tsk tsk' sound, "Can you stop exposing brother?"
The boy sneered: "It's just this kind of virtue, there is no way."
"Depend on."
The two boys talked more nasty than the other.
At that time, Meng Shengnan had already returned to the classroom. It's tiring to carry a big box back. She was lying on the table panting, ten minutes had passed since seeing him, Meng Shengnan still couldn't help laughing and frowning for a while.
After class in the afternoon, I was full of energy and in a good mood. Fu Song asked with a smile, "What is it that makes you so happy today?"
Meng Shengnan smiled without saying a word.
The mood that day lasted until she went to bed at night, and she was so happy that she couldn't sleep all night. The whole person tossed and turned, and the light music was repeated over and over again in the repeater next to his ear, and he dreamed silly and happy until dawn.
Wake up and go back to sleep.
After the second class in the afternoon of the second day, the whole school is exempt from classes. The class began to prepare for the layout of the classroom. The girls gathered in a circle, blowing up balloons and pulling ribbons. The whole classroom was warmed up, and everyone was very excited.
Meng Shengnan is weaving ribbons.
Nie Jing tied the balloon and said, "I heard from the monitor that there are four or five programs tonight."
Meng Shengnan subconsciously glanced at Li Yan.
Nie Jing: "Hey? What did you make up?"
"cuckoo."
"It's so beautiful, you teach me."
Meng Shengnan said yes.
Xue Lin also made up one, and said, "Rose, isn't it pretty?"
"Not as good-looking as you." Meng Shengnan said.
A few girls are having fun.
Later, it was not until dark that the classroom was dressed up. The windows are all painted with spray snow, pasted with poster ribbons, and hung with colorful balloons. The only few boys in the class raised all the tables one by one to form a rectangle against the wall, and put the benches next to the table, and everyone sat on it and formed a circle.
On New Year's Eve, there is joy.
Everyone gave out a bottle of spray snow, and everyone watched the show and sprayed a lot. There is a large plate of melon seeds, peanuts and fudge chocolates on each table, chatting and applauding, and the stories of youth are staged one by one.
"Are there any plans for tomorrow?" Amidst the noise, Fu Song beside her asked her.
"Stay at home." Meng Shengnan glanced at him, then asked, "What's wrong?"
"How many books have you borrowed?"
Meng Shengnan shook his head: "I haven't finished reading any of them."
"so slow?"
"Where are you taking my copy?"
Fu Song smiled: "It's on the bedside."
"When will you pay me back?"
"When do you return the book, I will return it to you."
Meng Shengnan made a 'cut' sound.
Fu Song asked: "How did you feel after reading what you said last time?"
"It's finished."
"What book or movie?"
Meng Shengnan scratched his cheek: "The books I read in the past, I just wrote nonsense."
"No wonder."
"What?"
Fu Song smiled: "You can score 55 in Chinese composition."
Meng Shengnan was a little embarrassed: "The kind I wrote is different from our Chinese composition."
"Confess to someone?"
Unexpectedly, he said it directly, and Meng Shengnan was speechless.
Fu Song smiled again: "What university do you want to study in the future?"
"And you?"
Meng Shengnan didn't think much about it.
"Chinese Academy of Sciences."
Fu Song paused and said.
Nie Jing, who heard the sound, looked over silently, then turned back to watch the show without making a sound.
Meng Shengnan's eyes widened: "Study philosophy?"
Fu Song laughed, and asked again about the schools she wanted to take.
Meng Shengnan said, "I haven't made up my mind yet."
The classmates who performed the show were all excited and interrupted their chat. Li Yan just came on stage in a miniskirt and was about to do a hot dance. Meng Shengnan sat quietly in the crowd, looked at her, and then lowered his head to look at his blue and white school uniform, which was dotted with snowflakes sprayed by his classmates.
No one doesn't like a girl like this, who has a pretty face, a good figure, and can dance. Meng Shengnan looked at it seriously, and then glanced sideways at Fu Song. Sure enough, it was hard to take one's eyes away from all the beauties.
later.
I don't know who it was, but suddenly called out.
There were screams in my ears.
"Li Yan, is that Chi Zheng at the door?"
"Wow-"
"Hurry up, what are you waiting for?"
"..."
Meng Shengnan pursed his lips and slowly raised his head to look at the back door. The boy was leaning against the door, with one hand in his pocket, and the zipper of his school uniform was open. He was tall and thin, with a cynical smile, and there was an indescribable warmth in his eyes.
Amidst the booing, Li Yan twisted his waist and ran to the boy's side.
In an instant, Meng Shengnan remembered the physical education class in the afternoon many days ago. She stood at the back door in fear, listening to the sloppy and emotional men and women talking and flirting wildly.
She closed her eyes and looked away.
On the way back at night, she was riding a bicycle alone. It was still the central square, but those little potted chrysanthemums were gone, and the voice of laughing and flirting behind him was gone, and the picture of the boy carrying the girl had long since faded away. She even thought about how passionate they should be tonight.
He is Li (1○), she is Wen (○4).
Separated by more than one floor, it is a world.
After New Year's Day, everyone returned to a state of intense study. So did Meng Shengnan. For them, the most important thing now was to study. She is not as brave as Shengdian, she is used to keeping everything in the deepest part of her heart.
Back then, the days flew by faster than they flew.
Because she was fourth last in the simulation in November, Meng Shengnan was always ranked in the 26th exam room in the upcoming final exam room arrangement, in the rational (22) exam. During that time, the second floor of the teaching building was under construction and renovation, and there were not enough classrooms, and there were liberal arts students filling in the last few examination rooms for science. She is among them.
At that time, it was too dark to review.
In the morning reading class, Nie Jing was reciting Chinese poems.
"Meng Shengnan, what was Wan Muchun's last sentence before the sick tree?"
"Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sinking boat."
Nie Jing asked again: "Advise you to drink more wine?"
Meng Shengnan just reviewed this yesterday.
That afternoon, she was studying. Turning his face slightly, he recited this sentence silently, and then saw a tall and thin figure passing by the window. The man seemed to glance around the classroom subconsciously. He should be looking for Li Yan.
"Tell me what is it?" Xue Lin also came up and asked.
"There is no acquaintance at Yangguan in the west." After the meeting, Meng Shengnan replied in a daze, no acquaintance.
"You're absent-minded." Fu Song interrupted suddenly.
Nie Jing pursed her lips and glanced at the boy.
Meng Shengnan regained consciousness, "Huh?"
Fu Song said lightly: "If you are absent-minded, white and black will be in front of you and your eyes will not be able to see, and thunder and drums will be on your side but your ears will not hear."
Three girls: "..."
From birth to now, the most special person Meng Shengnan has known, Fu Song is the second and no one dares to call him the first. In the classroom, she suppressed a smile. Xue Lin was even worse, laughing outright.
"Fu Song, I have a question that I would like to ask you." Xue Lin struck while the iron was hot.
The boy looked up.
The girl cleared her throat: "Have you been like this since you were a child?"
Meng Shengnan looked at him, and Fu Song glanced at his deskmate.
"How much did you score on the last math test?"
He didn't answer rhetorical questions, and the connection between the two was very different. Meng Shengnan and his tablemate were both taken aback, and Nie Jing couldn't help being curious.
The girl was not inferior, and answered generously: "77, does it matter?"
Fu Song shook his head: "It's too low."
"What?" The girl was taken aback.
"It's no wonder your logic is so bad, the question is too naive."
Three girls: "..."
Xue Lin was not reconciled: "You look down on people, right? Sooner or later, I will get 120 in the exam."
Fu Song smiled, "You know that dripping water wears stone through?"
Girls don't believe that he can name flowers.
Fu Song continued: "In the struggle between streams and rocks, the stream always wins. Why do you know that?"
What a philosophy—
The girl was already in a daze, and she was completely led away by her deskmate: "Why?"
"Not because of strength, but because of persistence."
Three girls: "..."
In an atmosphere of weird question-and-answer mode, the final exam that made them happy and headache finally came. In the last exam years ago, everyone was ready to go, and Xue Lin was struggling with review every day to prove herself, so she had to tie a red cloth on her head with the word "struggle" written on it.
The afternoon before the exam, after the last class of the year before.
Xue Lin was still chattering and dragging her deskmate to explain the parabolic equation, and Nie Jing was also waiting in line with the double-speed practice questions in her hand. The momentum of these two people was really fighting, Meng Shengnan had already packed his schoolbags in advance, said goodbye and left the classroom.
In the corridor, there are girls chatting behind her.
There is also a male voice saying hello to the girls, and only one girl responds bye bye the monitor. When the man walked away, a girl asked, "Li Yan, why do I think our monitor is interested in you?"
The girl who was asked snorted contemptuously: "Whoever takes a liking to him, pretends to be affectionate."
"That's right, how can it compare with your Chi Zheng."
The girl smiled triumphantly.
"By the way, which exam room are you?" the girl asked again.
"eleven."
"I'm fourteen, we should be on the first floor—oh, by the way, which exam room and class is your Chi Zheng in?"
"It looks like he's—"
Meng Shengnan slowed down and listened carefully.
"Which one?"
"Realize (22)."