It was already the end of December when Meng Shengnan received the notice of the New Concept rematch.
Fu Song continued: "In the struggle between streams and rocks, the stream always wins. Do you know why?"
Meng Shengnan was stunned, "Huh?" ' With a cry, all the class fees were spent, and then he felt in his pocket for change.
Meng Shengnan scratched his cheek: "I used to just write blindly in the books I read."
The girl was not inferior and answered openly: "77, does it matter?"
Meng Shengnan's eyes widened: "Study philosophy?"
“…”
Meng Shengnan didn't think much about it.
It was nearing the end of the semester, and the learning atmosphere in the class was intense. There was no time for chatting at the table before and after class. The table was piled with Wang Houxiong and 5.3 simulation questions. They all lowered their heads to study cosine functions and parabolas. Even the influence of the upcoming New Year's Day has to be lowered. The key point is that Lao Shi said that this time the final exam will be arranged according to the results and the parents will be called. It is not as simple as the last time.
Separated by more than one floor, there is a world.
Meng Shengnan looked at him, and Fu Song glanced at his deskmate.
Fu Song asked: "What did you say you wrote last time? How did you feel after reading it?"
Meng Shengnan said: "I haven't thought about it yet."
After the second class in the afternoon of the next day, the whole school was exempted from classes. The class began to prepare to decorate the classroom. The girls gathered in circles, blew up balloons and pulled ribbons. The whole classroom was filled with warmth, and everyone was in high spirits and extremely excited.
Meng Shengnan shook his head: "I haven't even finished reading any of them."
Meng Shengnan is immersed in English.
Fu Song continued: "In the struggle between streams and rocks, the stream always wins. Do you know why?"
I don't know who it was, but suddenly shouted.
She almost froze in place, her back was numb, her head was buzzing, and her eyes were staring straight ahead without looking back. So close, it was the same encounter again. The voice was so familiar, and the smell was so familiar that she didn't even react, and she was almost so nervous that her heartbeat stopped.
In the afternoon class, everyone was full of energy and in a good mood. Fu Songxiao asked, "What made you so successful today?"
Xue Lin didn't know when she would come over.
After hearing the sound, Nie Jing looked over silently, then turned back to watch the show without saying a word.
"Wow-"
"Oh my god, your accuracy is too high."
After New Year's Day, everyone returned to intense study. The same goes for Meng Shengnan. The most important thing for them now is studying. She is not as brave as the grand ceremony. She is used to keeping everything deepest in her heart.
So, that afternoon after school, she was wandering alone on the long street outside the school.
"Depend on."
"It's so beautiful. Please teach me."
"cuckoo."
"It's so beautiful. Please teach me."
Nie Jing also looked closer: "Why did you choose B? I just did it yesterday and it seemed to be A."
Best friend Qi Qiao knew that Meng Shengnan had a very special hobby.
Fu Song smiled and asked again about the schools she wanted to attend.
The boy sneered: "With such virtue, there is nothing you can do."
Meng Shengnan: "I haven't got the answer yet."
Fu Song smiled again: "What university do you want to go to in the future?"
Nie Jing tied the balloon and said, "I heard from the squad leader that there are four or five programs in the evening."
The girl was already stunned and was completely led away by her deskmate: "Why?"
Xue Lin looked at Nie Jing.
Xue Lin also made one up and whispered: "Rose flowers, don't they look good?"
Xue Lin looked at Nie Jing.
"I just checked it. It's B. You're right. You didn't read it backwards, did you?"
"He seems to be—"
Not far behind her on the street, two boys were wandering on the side of the road.
"Confess to someone?"
Fu Song smiled again: "What university do you want to go to in the future?"
Nie Jing frowned: "Really? Then I'll check."
"so slow?"
Several girls were happy.
Nie Jing also looked closer: "Why did you choose B? I just did it yesterday and it seemed to be A."
The boss passed the cigarette behind her, and the boy directly gave it to Zhang Twenty.
"so slow?"
At that time, life flew by faster than before.
Meng Shengnan looked at him, and Fu Song glanced at his deskmate.
It was calm in the self-study class. Meng Shengnan was just about to take a break after finishing English when the 1.7-meter male class monitor suddenly stood up, walked to the podium, knocked on the blackboard, and said: "The day after tomorrow, on New Year's Day, the class teacher asked us to have some fun..."
"Not as good-looking as you." Meng Shengnan said.
Nie Jing tied the balloon and said, "I heard from the squad leader that there are four or five programs in the evening."
Xue Lin looked at Nie Jing.
"Meng Shengnan, what was Wan Muchun's last sentence in front of the sick tree?"
Meng Shengnan looked at him, and Fu Song glanced at his deskmate.
Meng Shengnan made a 'cut' sound.
Shi Jin clicked his tongue, "Can you please stop exposing our brothers?"
“…”
This sentence immediately set off a huge wave in the classroom, and the students who couldn't stand it could finally find a serious excuse to be lazy.
From birth to now, the most special person Meng Shengnan has known, Fu Song is second to none and no one dares to call him first. In the classroom, she held back her laughter. Xue Lin went even further and laughed directly.
So, when she saw the simple and elegant black pencils on the counter, she couldn't walk.
Someone in the back row booed: "Li Yan can dance!"
From birth to now, the most special person Meng Shengnan has known, Fu Song is second to none and no one dares to call him first. In the classroom, she held back her laughter. Xue Lin went even further and laughed directly.
Meng Shengnan smiled and said nothing.
"Where's the copy you got me?"
“…”
"Monitor, please sing a song."
Fu Song continued: "In the struggle between streams and rocks, the stream always wins. Do you know why?"
Fu Song smiled again: "What university do you want to go to in the future?"
"Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat."
"Did you buy a gift?" Shi Jin asked.
"You're absent-minded again." Fu Song suddenly interrupted.
"Wow-"
Nie Jing pursed her lips and glanced at the boy.
"What?"
"That's right, all the honors yesterday—"
The boy took a cigarette from the cigarette case and stuffed it into his mouth.
Nie Jing also looked closer: "Why did you choose B? I just did it yesterday and it seemed to be A."
"What score did you get on your last math test?"
Fu Song smiled and asked again about the schools she wanted to attend.
Three girls: "..."
Meng Shengnan couldn't help but froze when she heard Li Yan's name. She quietly glanced at him with her peripheral vision and then silently looked away, continuing to immerse herself in the book. Afterwards, the class monitor handed over the arrangements for the New Year's Day party to several of their class committee members in batches. She and the Chinese class representative were responsible for buying decorations and decorating the classroom.
Nie Jing pursed her lips and glanced at the boy.
The girl didn't believe he could tell Hua'er.
Meng Shengnan was stunned, "Huh?" ' With a cry, all the class fees were spent, and then he felt in his pocket for change.
Meng Shengnan made a 'cut' sound.
Nie Jing asked again: "What's your next sentence to persuade you to drink another glass of wine?"
The two of them usually only say hello.
In morning reading class, Nie Jing was reciting Chinese poetry.
Meng Shengnan smiled and said nothing.
But she didn't expect it. The next day, the Chinese class representative threw the entire stall to her because of something unexpected. Meng Shengnan really couldn't laugh or cry. It was just after school at noon at that time, and she had said hello to her family the night before because of this incident.
"Hurry up and get over there. Why are you waiting for me?"
"It's not enough, girl, there are still two or three yuan left."
"No wonder."
"Get a bag of Yellow Crane Tower."
"Not as good-looking as you." Meng Shengnan said.
So, that afternoon after school, she was wandering alone on the long street outside the school.
"What?" The girl was stunned.
The girl cleared her throat: "Have you been like this since you were a child?"
Not far behind her on the street, two boys were wandering on the side of the road.
"It's so beautiful. Please teach me."
It was cold outside, and Meng Shengnan casually entered a secondhand shop. There was a dazzling array of things inside. She walked around a few times and bought a small box of spray paint and snow spray, as well as a lot of balloons, posters and ribbons. After wandering around for a while, I stopped at the school supplies.
"Just make sense (22)."
"I'm fourteen, so we should be on the same floor - Oh, by the way, which examination room does your Chi Zheng have and what shift does it take?"
That afternoon, she was reading. He turned his face slightly and recited this sentence silently, and then he saw a tall and thin figure passing by the window. The man seemed to glance around the classroom subconsciously. He was probably looking for Li Yan.
In morning reading class, Nie Jing was reciting Chinese poetry.
Best friend Qi Qiao knew that Meng Shengnan had a very special hobby.
Nie Jing tied the balloon and said, "I heard from the squad leader that there are four or five programs in the evening."
It was cold outside, and Meng Shengnan casually entered a secondhand shop. There was a dazzling array of things inside. She walked around a few times and bought a small box of spray paint and snow spray, as well as a lot of balloons, posters and ribbons. After wandering around for a while, I stopped at the school supplies.
"Depend on."
The pockets of the schoolbag were rummaged through, and there was not a cent left—
"How many books have you read?"
She almost froze in place, her back was numb, her head was buzzing, and her eyes were staring straight ahead without looking back. So close, it was the same encounter again. The voice was so familiar, and the smell was so familiar that she didn't even react, and she was almost so nervous that her heartbeat stopped.
This girl likes to collect books. She must use blank paper when writing or sketching. She usually carries at least twenty pencils in her schoolbag, as well as seven White Rabbit toffees. She puts one in when she is racking her brains to write. In the mouth.
The boy raised his eyes.
later.
So, when she saw the simple and elegant black pencils on the counter, she couldn't walk.
Xue Lin was still talking nonstop about parabolic equations with her deskmate, and Nie Jing was also waiting in line with the double-speed exercises in her hand. The momentum of these two people really matched each other. Meng Shengnan had already packed his schoolbag in advance and said goodbye before leaving the classroom.
"That's right, all the honors yesterday—"
It was cold outside, and Meng Shengnan casually entered a secondhand shop. There was a dazzling array of things inside. She walked around a few times and bought a small box of spray paint and snow spray, as well as a lot of balloons, posters and ribbons. After wandering around for a while, I stopped at the school supplies.
Fu Song said calmly: "If the mind is absent, the white and black are in front of you but you can't see them, and the thunder and drums are by the side but you can't hear them."
It was calm in the self-study class. Meng Shengnan was just about to take a break after finishing English when the 1.7-meter male class monitor suddenly stood up, walked to the podium, knocked on the blackboard, and said: "The day after tomorrow, on New Year's Day, the class teacher asked us to have some fun..."
Meng Shengnan counted the money left in his pocket.
"Confess to someone?"
"Boss, how do you sell this?"
"That's right, all the honors yesterday—"
Then take everything and pay the bill.
The fifty-year-old woman looked over and said, "That's sold in a box. It's new. It costs seven and a half yuan for ten sticks."
"It's not enough, girl, there are still two or three yuan left."
"He seems to be—"
There was also a male voice greeting the girls, and only one girl responded by saying goodbye to the monitor. After the man walked away, a girl asked: "Li Yan, why do I think our squad leader is interested in you?"
In the atmosphere of a weird question and answer mode, the final exam that made them happy and headache finally arrived. In the last exam of the year, everyone was ready to take the test, and Xue Lin wanted to prove herself. She was in the front line of reviewing every day, and all she had to do was tie a red cloth around her head with the word "struggle" written on it.
Meng Shengnan is immersed in English.
Meng Shengnan counted the money left in his pocket.
"You're absent-minded again." Fu Song suddenly interrupted.
Meng Shengnan looked at him, and Fu Song glanced at his deskmate.
"That's right, all the honors yesterday—"
Fu Song smiled again: "What university do you want to go to in the future?"
Nie Jing frowned: "Really? Then I'll check."
Then take everything and pay the bill.
She closed her eyes and looked away.
"I have no old friends when I leave Yangguan in the west." After a while, Meng Shengnan replied absentmindedly, "No old friends."
"eleven."
"Fu Song, I have a question in particular that I want to ask you." Xue Lin struck while the iron was hot.
Meng Shengnan made a 'cut' sound.
"How many books have you read?"
"so slow?"
The afternoon before the exam, after the last class of the year.
Boss: "A total of 107 yuan."
Meng Shengnan smiled and said nothing.
Everyone doesn't like a girl like this, who has a pretty face, a good figure, and can also dance. Meng Shengnan looked at it seriously, and then glanced sideways at Fu Song. As expected, the beauty was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away.
Separated by more than one floor, there is a world.
Meng Shengnan took out all the money and put it on the table, and the boss counted them one by one.
Someone in the back row booed: "Li Yan can dance!"
This sentence immediately set off a huge wave in the classroom, and the students who couldn't stand it could finally find a serious excuse to be lazy.
"It's not enough, girl, there are still two or three yuan left."
Fu Song smiled and asked again about the schools she wanted to attend.
It was calm in the self-study class. Meng Shengnan was just about to take a break after finishing English when the 1.7-meter male class monitor suddenly stood up, walked to the podium, knocked on the blackboard, and said: "The day after tomorrow, on New Year's Day, the class teacher asked us to have some fun..."
"That's right, all the honors yesterday—"
Meng Shengnan was stunned, "Huh?" ' With a cry, all the class fees were spent, and then he felt in his pocket for change.
Meng Shengnan pursed her lips and slowly raised her head to look at the back door. The boy was leaning against the door, with one hand in his pocket and his school uniform zipper open. He was tall and thin, with a cynical smile and a heat in his eyes that she couldn't describe.
What a philosophy—
The boss passed the cigarette behind her, and the boy directly gave it to Zhang Twenty.
Nie Jing also looked closer: "Why did you choose B? I just did it yesterday and it seemed to be A."
He lit the fire, threw the cigarette lighter into Shi Jin's arms, and then laughed softly: "Are you interested?"
Meng Shengnan glanced at Li Yan subconsciously.
Meng Shengnan is immersed in English.
That afternoon, she was reading. He turned his face slightly and recited this sentence silently, and then he saw a tall and thin figure passing by the window. The man seemed to glance around the classroom subconsciously. He was probably looking for Li Yan.
The pockets of the schoolbag were rummaged through, and there was not a cent left—
It was cold outside, and Meng Shengnan casually entered a secondhand shop. There was a dazzling array of things inside. She walked around a few times and bought a small box of spray paint and snow spray, as well as a lot of balloons, posters and ribbons. After wandering around for a while, I stopped at the school supplies.
"You're absent-minded again." Fu Song suddenly interrupted.
At that time, it was dark when I was reviewing.
After hearing the sound, Nie Jing looked over silently, then turned back to watch the show without saying a word.
"No wonder your logic is so poor. Your questions are so childish."
"Yes, how can I compare with your Chi Zheng."
The students performing the show got excited and interrupted their chat. Li Yan just came on stage in a miniskirt and was about to dance. Meng Shengnan sat quietly in the crowd, looked at her, and then looked down at his blue and white school uniform, which was still covered with snowflakes sprayed by classmates.
She stood in front of the checkout counter with her eyebrows furrowed, wondering whether to put down the box of pencils. The boss looked at her with a kind face, and Meng Shengnan sighed inwardly. Just as he was about to reach for the pencil, there was a voice behind him.
It was cold outside, and Meng Shengnan casually entered a secondhand shop. There was a dazzling array of things inside. She walked around a few times and bought a small box of spray paint and snow spray, as well as a lot of balloons, posters and ribbons. After wandering around for a while, I stopped at the school supplies.
The boy had already left the store and was nowhere to be seen, so she only realized it later.
The mood that day lasted until she went to bed at night, and she was so happy that she couldn't sleep all night. I tossed and turned all over, the repeater playing soft music over and over again in my ears, and I was happily dreaming until dawn.
Meng Shengnan is immersed in English.
"Get a bag of Yellow Crane Tower."
Nie Jing: "Hey? What did you make up?"
"Where's the copy you got me?"
"Depend on."
It was calm in the self-study class. Meng Shengnan was just about to take a break after finishing English when the 1.7-meter male class monitor suddenly stood up, walked to the podium, knocked on the blackboard, and said: "The day after tomorrow, on New Year's Day, the class teacher asked us to have some fun..."
"Just make sense (22)."
She almost froze in place, her back was numb, her head was buzzing, and her eyes were staring straight ahead without looking back. So close, it was the same encounter again. The voice was so familiar, and the smell was so familiar that she didn't even react, and she was almost so nervous that her heartbeat stopped.
Amidst the booing, Li Yan twisted her waist and ran to the boy.
"Boss, how do you sell this?"
Meng Shengnan's eyes widened: "Study philosophy?"
Meng Shengnan said: "I haven't thought about it yet."
That afternoon, she was reading. He turned his face slightly and recited this sentence silently, and then he saw a tall and thin figure passing by the window. The man seemed to glance around the classroom subconsciously. He was probably looking for Li Yan.
Fu Song asked: "What did you say you wrote last time? How did you feel after reading it?"
The two boys chatted more obscenely than the other.
The boss passed the cigarette behind her, and the boy directly gave it to Zhang Twenty.
This sentence immediately set off a huge wave in the classroom, and the students who couldn't stand it could finally find a serious excuse to be lazy.
"Boss, how do you sell this?"
Meng Shengnan's eyes widened: "Study philosophy?"
Three girls: "..."
She bit her lip and slowly lowered her head and pretended to be looking for change, her fingers trembling.
"What book or movie is it?"
Nie Jing: "Hey? What did you make up?"
Then, just listen to the next second.
"Wow-"
"Wow-"
Meng Shengnan took out all the money and put it on the table, and the boss counted them one by one.
Meng Shengnan didn't think much about it.
The boy had already left the store and was nowhere to be seen, so she only realized it later.
She was startled.
Then, just listen to the next second.
"The rest is hers." The voice was so careless.
It was cold outside, and Meng Shengnan casually entered a secondhand shop. There was a dazzling array of things inside. She walked around a few times and bought a small box of spray paint and snow spray, as well as a lot of balloons, posters and ribbons. After wandering around for a while, I stopped at the school supplies.
Then, just listen to the next second.
Fu Song asked: "What did you say you wrote last time? How did you feel after reading it?"
The boy sneered: "With such virtue, there is nothing you can do."
Fu Song smiled: "It's on the bedside."
She was startled.
At that time, life flew by faster than before.
The boy sneered: "With such virtue, there is nothing you can do."
"I'm fourteen, so we should be on the same floor - Oh, by the way, which examination room does your Chi Zheng have and what shift does it take?"
Fu Song paused and said.
This sentence immediately set off a huge wave in the classroom, and the students who couldn't stand it could finally find a serious excuse to be lazy.
later.
She turned back slowly.
Meng Shengnan's eyes widened: "Study philosophy?"
He didn't dare to move at all, and he had stopped rummaging through his bag long ago, as if he was afraid of even breathing that he would hear. The wind chime hanging on the door curtain of the second-hand shop suddenly rang, and there was soon no movement behind him.
Shi Jin clicked his tongue, "Can you please stop exposing our brothers?"
It was already the end of December when Meng Shengnan received the notice of the New Concept rematch.
Nie Jing: "Hey? What did you make up?"
The boy sneered: "With such virtue, there is nothing you can do."
"Just make sense (22)."
"The rest is hers." The voice was so careless.
She turned back slowly.
There was also a male voice greeting the girls, and only one girl responded by saying goodbye to the monitor. After the man walked away, a girl asked: "Li Yan, why do I think our squad leader is interested in you?"
"Wow-"
He didn't dare to move at all, and he had stopped rummaging through his bag long ago, as if he was afraid of even breathing that he would hear. The wind chime hanging on the door curtain of the second-hand shop suddenly rang, and there was soon no movement behind him.
"Stay at home." Meng Shengnan glanced at him and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xue Lin also made one up and whispered: "Rose flowers, don't they look good?"
The boy had already left the store and was nowhere to be seen, so she only realized it later.
Xue Lin looked at Nie Jing.
After the second class in the afternoon of the next day, the whole school was exempted from classes. The class began to prepare to decorate the classroom. The girls gathered in circles, blew up balloons and pulled ribbons. The whole classroom was filled with warmth, and everyone was in high spirits and extremely excited.
"I will return the book to you whenever you return it."
Amidst the booing, Li Yan twisted her waist and ran to the boy.
Meng Shengnan couldn't help but froze when she heard Li Yan's name. She quietly glanced at him with her peripheral vision and then silently looked away, continuing to immerse herself in the book. Afterwards, the class monitor handed over the arrangements for the New Year's Day party to several of their class committee members in batches. She and the Chinese class representative were responsible for buying decorations and decorating the classroom.
There was also a male voice greeting the girls, and only one girl responded by saying goodbye to the monitor. After the man walked away, a girl asked: "Li Yan, why do I think our squad leader is interested in you?"
The wind gradually began to blow in the sky.
"Confess to someone?"
Meng Shengnan smiled and said nothing.
The girl was already stunned and was completely led away by her deskmate: "Why?"
Meng Shengnan later walked to school blankly holding a box of things, the cold wind blowing over him not dissipating the blush just now. As I walked, I actually started to giggle, and I regretted that I had been too slow to let go of such a good opportunity to have a conversation. Fortunately Qi Qiao wasn't around at that time, otherwise he would have scolded her for being neurotic if he saw her like this.
Best friend Qi Qiao knew that Meng Shengnan had a very special hobby.
She bit her lip and slowly lowered her head and pretended to be looking for change, her fingers trembling.
She turned back slowly.
Fu Song smiled and asked again about the schools she wanted to attend.
Not far behind her on the street, two boys were wandering on the side of the road.
Meng Shengnan made a 'cut' sound.
Everyone doesn't like a girl like this, who has a pretty face, a good figure, and can also dance. Meng Shengnan looked at it seriously, and then glanced sideways at Fu Song. As expected, the beauty was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away.
"Did you buy a gift?" Shi Jin asked.
Meng Shengnan was a little embarrassed: "The kind of essay I wrote is different from our Chinese composition."
I don't know who it was, but suddenly shouted.
In morning reading class, Nie Jing was reciting Chinese poetry.
She turned back slowly.
Meng Shengnan was a little embarrassed: "The kind of essay I wrote is different from our Chinese composition."
She stood in front of the checkout counter with her eyebrows furrowed, wondering whether to put down the box of pencils. The boss looked at her with a kind face, and Meng Shengnan sighed inwardly. Just as he was about to reach for the pencil, there was a voice behind him.
"without."
So, that afternoon after school, she was wandering alone on the long street outside the school.
The boy took a puff of cigarette and said, "She is too annoying."
Nie Jing pursed her lips and glanced at the boy.
The boy took a cigarette from the cigarette case and stuffed it into his mouth.
Fu Song smiled and asked again about the schools she wanted to attend.
Nie Jing pursed her lips and glanced at the boy.
She almost froze in place, her back was numb, her head was buzzing, and her eyes were staring straight ahead without looking back. So close, it was the same encounter again. The voice was so familiar, and the smell was so familiar that she didn't even react, and she was almost so nervous that her heartbeat stopped.
He didn't dare to move at all, and he had stopped rummaging through his bag long ago, as if he was afraid of even breathing that he would hear. The wind chime hanging on the door curtain of the second-hand shop suddenly rang, and there was soon no movement behind him.
"And you?"
The boy raised his eyes.
"Didn't brother say that you are a little careless about Li Yan?"
In the afternoon class, everyone was full of energy and in a good mood. Fu Songxiao asked, "What made you so successful today?"
"Chinese Academy of Sciences."
The boy took a cigarette from the cigarette case and stuffed it into his mouth.
Meng Shengnan didn't think much about it.
It was already the end of December when Meng Shengnan received the notice of the New Concept rematch.
Xue Lin was still talking nonstop about parabolic equations with her deskmate, and Nie Jing was also waiting in line with the double-speed exercises in her hand. The momentum of these two people really matched each other. Meng Shengnan had already packed his schoolbag in advance and said goodbye before leaving the classroom.
Fu Song smiled again: "What university do you want to go to in the future?"
He lit the fire, threw the cigarette lighter into Shi Jin's arms, and then laughed softly: "Are you interested?"
Everyone was given a bottle of snow spray, and everyone sprayed it randomly while watching the show. There was a large plate of melon seeds, peanut fudge and chocolate on each table. People chatted and clapped, and the stories of youth were being played out one by one.
"You're absent-minded again." Fu Song suddenly interrupted.
After hearing the sound, Nie Jing looked over silently, then turned back to watch the show without saying a word.
Meng Shengnan couldn't help but froze when she heard Li Yan's name. She quietly glanced at him with her peripheral vision and then silently looked away, continuing to immerse herself in the book. Afterwards, the class monitor handed over the arrangements for the New Year's Day party to several of their class committee members in batches. She and the Chinese class representative were responsible for buying decorations and decorating the classroom.
"Fuck-"
"I have no old friends when I leave Yangguan in the west." After a while, Meng Shengnan replied absentmindedly, "No old friends."
The boy had already left the store and was nowhere to be seen, so she only realized it later.
Amidst the booing, Li Yan twisted her waist and ran to the boy.
Several girls were happy.
Separated by more than one floor, there is a world.
This sentence immediately set off a huge wave in the classroom, and the students who couldn't stand it could finally find a serious excuse to be lazy.
Then take everything and pay the bill.
Meng Shengnan said: "I haven't thought about it yet."
The boy took a puff of cigarette and said, "She is too annoying."
The two boys chatted more obscenely than the other.
He lit the fire, threw the cigarette lighter into Shi Jin's arms, and then laughed softly: "Are you interested?"
In the atmosphere of a weird question and answer mode, the final exam that made them happy and headache finally arrived. In the last exam of the year, everyone was ready to take the test, and Xue Lin wanted to prove herself. She was in the front line of reviewing every day, and all she had to do was tie a red cloth around her head with the word "struggle" written on it.
So, when she saw the simple and elegant black pencils on the counter, she couldn't walk.
Best friend Qi Qiao knew that Meng Shengnan had a very special hobby.
On the way back at night, she rode her bicycle alone. We passed by the same central square, but the small pots of chrysanthemums were gone, the voices of people laughing and joking behind them were gone, and the scene of boys driving girls had long since faded. She even thought about how passionate they would be tonight.
"Your back hurts when you stand and talk. Looking around, there are many beauties in our No. 9 Middle School, and Li Yan is one of the best, right? Are you not satisfied?"
"Meng Shengnan, what was Wan Muchun's last sentence in front of the sick tree?"
"Fu Song, I have a question in particular that I want to ask you." Xue Lin struck while the iron was hot.
The boy raised his eyes: "You are lonely."
"Not as good-looking as you." Meng Shengnan said.
Meng Shengnan came back to her senses, "Huh?"
Then, just listen to the next second.
Separated by more than one floor, there is a world.
It was already the end of December when Meng Shengnan received the notice of the New Concept rematch.
After New Year's Day, everyone returned to intense study. The same goes for Meng Shengnan. The most important thing for them now is studying. She is not as brave as the grand ceremony. She is used to keeping everything deepest in her heart.
Shi Jin clicked his tongue, "Can you please stop exposing our brothers?"
Then, just listen to the next second.
She bit her lip and slowly lowered her head and pretended to be looking for change, her fingers trembling.
She almost froze in place, her back was numb, her head was buzzing, and her eyes were staring straight ahead without looking back. So close, it was the same encounter again. The voice was so familiar, and the smell was so familiar that she didn't even react, and she was almost so nervous that her heartbeat stopped.
Xue Lin looked at Nie Jing.
Meng Shengnan made a 'cut' sound.
Three girls: "..."
"Didn't brother say that you are a little careless about Li Yan?"
"Didn't brother say that you are a little careless about Li Yan?"
The boy sneered: "With such virtue, there is nothing you can do."
Meng Shengnan came back to her senses, "Huh?"
After New Year's Day, everyone returned to intense study. The same goes for Meng Shengnan. The most important thing for them now is studying. She is not as brave as the grand ceremony. She is used to keeping everything deepest in her heart.
"Your back hurts when you stand and talk. Looking around, there are many beauties in our No. 9 Middle School, and Li Yan is one of the best, right? Are you not satisfied?"
"Depend on."
"eleven."
"so slow?"
"Chinese Academy of Sciences."
"What?"
The two boys chatted more obscenely than the other.
Unexpectedly, he said it directly, and Meng Shengnan was speechless.
Screams filled the ears.
What a philosophy—
"Confess to someone?"
"Where's the copy you got me?"
By that time, Meng Shengnan had returned to the classroom. Carrying a big box of stuff back is quite tiring. She panted and lay on the table. It had been more than ten minutes since she saw him, but Meng Shengnan still couldn't help laughing and frowning.
The girl who was asked snorted contemptuously: "Whoever likes him is just being sentimental."
He didn't answer the rhetorical question, and the connection between the two was far from clear. Meng Shengnan and his deskmate were both stunned, and Nie Jing couldn't help but be curious.
The girl raised her head and smiled proudly.
"Boss, how do you sell this?"
Xue Lin was still talking nonstop about parabolic equations with her deskmate, and Nie Jing was also waiting in line with the double-speed exercises in her hand. The momentum of these two people really matched each other. Meng Shengnan had already packed his schoolbag in advance and said goodbye before leaving the classroom.
"Confess to someone?"
"Fu Song, I have a question in particular that I want to ask you." Xue Lin struck while the iron was hot.
The pockets of the schoolbag were rummaged through, and there was not a cent left—
In the afternoon class, everyone was full of energy and in a good mood. Fu Songxiao asked, "What made you so successful today?"
Fu Song paused and said.
Amidst the booing, Li Yan twisted her waist and ran to the boy.
The boy raised his eyes.
But she didn't expect it. The next day, the Chinese class representative threw the entire stall to her because of something unexpected. Meng Shengnan really couldn't laugh or cry. It was just after school at noon at that time, and she had said hello to her family the night before because of this incident.
"No wonder your logic is so poor. Your questions are so childish."
Meng Shengnan smiled and said nothing.
Boss: "A total of 107 yuan."
Then, just listen to the next second.
"Did you buy a gift?" Shi Jin asked.
"It's not enough, girl, there are still two or three yuan left."
The boy took a cigarette from the cigarette case and stuffed it into his mouth.
There was also a male voice greeting the girls, and only one girl responded by saying goodbye to the monitor. After the man walked away, a girl asked: "Li Yan, why do I think our squad leader is interested in you?"
The girl who was asked snorted contemptuously: "Whoever likes him is just being sentimental."
From birth to now, the most special person Meng Shengnan has known, Fu Song is second to none and no one dares to call him first. In the classroom, she held back her laughter. Xue Lin went even further and laughed directly.
The mood that day lasted until she went to bed at night, and she was so happy that she couldn't sleep all night. I tossed and turned all over, the repeater playing soft music over and over again in my ears, and I was happily dreaming until dawn.
This sentence immediately set off a huge wave in the classroom, and the students who couldn't stand it could finally find a serious excuse to be lazy.
So, that afternoon after school, she was wandering alone on the long street outside the school.
"Hurry up and get over there. Why are you waiting for me?"
"Oh my god, your accuracy is too high."
Meng Shengnan said yes.
She bit her lip and slowly lowered her head and pretended to be looking for change, her fingers trembling.
Wake up, go to sleep again.
"What score did you get on your last math test?"
Meng Shengnan was a little embarrassed: "The kind of essay I wrote is different from our Chinese composition."
Fu Song smiled and asked again about the schools she wanted to attend.
"Just make sense (22)."
After the second class in the afternoon of the next day, the whole school was exempted from classes. The class began to prepare to decorate the classroom. The girls gathered in circles, blew up balloons and pulled ribbons. The whole classroom was filled with warmth, and everyone was in high spirits and extremely excited.
Meng Shengnan took out all the money and put it on the table, and the boss counted them one by one.
In morning reading class, Nie Jing was reciting Chinese poetry.
I don't know who it was, but suddenly shouted.
Meng Shengnan is weaving ribbons.
"Didn't brother say that you are a little careless about Li Yan?"
"Meng Shengnan, what was Wan Muchun's last sentence in front of the sick tree?"
Nie Jing tied the balloon and said, "I heard from the squad leader that there are four or five programs in the evening."
"Didn't brother say that you are a little careless about Li Yan?"
"Hurry up and get over there. Why are you waiting for me?"
“…”
Meng Shengnan glanced at Li Yan subconsciously.
"What book or movie is it?"
Everyone doesn't like a girl like this, who has a pretty face, a good figure, and can also dance. Meng Shengnan looked at it seriously, and then glanced sideways at Fu Song. As expected, the beauty was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away.
Fu Song paused and said.
She was startled.
"I just checked it. It's B. You're right. You didn't read it backwards, did you?"
"Tell me what it is?" Xue Lin also came up and asked.
Nie Jing: "Hey? What did you make up?"
Fu Song said calmly: "If the mind is absent, the white and black are in front of you but you can't see them, and the thunder and drums are by the side but you can't hear them."
"By the way, which examination room are you in?" the girl asked again.
"Meng Shengnan, what was Wan Muchun's last sentence in front of the sick tree?"
By that time, Meng Shengnan had returned to the classroom. Carrying a big box of stuff back is quite tiring. She panted and lay on the table. It had been more than ten minutes since she saw him, but Meng Shengnan still couldn't help laughing and frowning.
Meng Shengnan pursed her lips and slowly raised her head to look at the back door. The boy was leaning against the door, with one hand in his pocket and his school uniform zipper open. He was tall and thin, with a cynical smile and a heat in his eyes that she couldn't describe.
"cuckoo."
Later, it was not until dark that the classroom was decorated. The windows were painted with snow spray, posters and ribbons were pasted, and colorful balloons were hung. The only few boys in the class lifted all the tables one by one and formed a rectangle against the wall. They also placed the benches next to the tables and everyone sat on them and formed a circle.
It was already the end of December when Meng Shengnan received the notice of the New Concept rematch.
"Boss, how do you sell this?"
Unexpectedly, he said it directly, and Meng Shengnan was speechless.
"It's so beautiful. Please teach me."
"No wonder."
The boy had already left the store and was nowhere to be seen, so she only realized it later.
The boy raised his eyes.
Meng Shengnan said yes.
Xue Lin didn't know when she would come over.
From birth to now, the most special person Meng Shengnan has known, Fu Song is second to none and no one dares to call him first. In the classroom, she held back her laughter. Xue Lin went even further and laughed directly.
Best friend Qi Qiao knew that Meng Shengnan had a very special hobby.
Xue Lin also made one up and whispered: "Rose flowers, don't they look good?"
Nie Jing also looked closer: "Why did you choose B? I just did it yesterday and it seemed to be A."
In the corridor, there are girls chatting behind them.
The two boys chatted more obscenely than the other.
It was nearing the end of the semester, and the learning atmosphere in the class was intense. There was no time for chatting at the table before and after class. The table was piled with Wang Houxiong and 5.3 simulation questions. They all lowered their heads to study cosine functions and parabolas. Even the influence of the upcoming New Year's Day has to be lowered. The key point is that Lao Shi said that this time the final exam will be arranged according to the results and the parents will be called. It is not as simple as the last time.
"Not as good-looking as you." Meng Shengnan said.
The girl didn't believe he could tell Hua'er.
So, that afternoon after school, she was wandering alone on the long street outside the school.
"Get a bag of Yellow Crane Tower."
That afternoon, she was reading. He turned his face slightly and recited this sentence silently, and then he saw a tall and thin figure passing by the window. The man seemed to glance around the classroom subconsciously. He was probably looking for Li Yan.
Meng Shengnan said yes.
Several girls were happy.
Someone in the back row booed: "Li Yan can dance!"
Meng Shengnan scratched his cheek: "I used to just write blindly in the books I read."
Later, it was not until dark that the classroom was decorated. The windows were painted with snow spray, posters and ribbons were pasted, and colorful balloons were hung. The only few boys in the class lifted all the tables one by one and formed a rectangle against the wall. They also placed the benches next to the tables and everyone sat on them and formed a circle.
"What book or movie is it?"
The two boys chatted more obscenely than the other.
Xue Lin didn't know when she would come over.
The fifty-year-old woman looked over and said, "That's sold in a box. It's new. It costs seven and a half yuan for ten sticks."
Fu Song said calmly: "If the mind is absent, the white and black are in front of you but you can't see them, and the thunder and drums are by the side but you can't hear them."
New Year's Eve, full of joy.
The boy took a cigarette from the cigarette case and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Boss, how do you sell this?"
Then, just listen to the next second.
What a philosophy—
"No wonder your logic is so poor. Your questions are so childish."
Everyone was given a bottle of snow spray, and everyone sprayed it randomly while watching the show. There was a large plate of melon seeds, peanut fudge and chocolate on each table. People chatted and clapped, and the stories of youth were being played out one by one.
“…”
The fifty-year-old woman looked over and said, "That's sold in a box. It's new. It costs seven and a half yuan for ten sticks."
Fu Song asked: "What did you say you wrote last time? How did you feel after reading it?"
In the atmosphere of a weird question and answer mode, the final exam that made them happy and headache finally arrived. In the last exam of the year, everyone was ready to take the test, and Xue Lin wanted to prove herself. She was in the front line of reviewing every day, and all she had to do was tie a red cloth around her head with the word "struggle" written on it.
"What?"
"Fu Song, I have a question in particular that I want to ask you." Xue Lin struck while the iron was hot.
"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" Fu Song beside her asked her amid the noise.
For a moment, Meng Shengnan remembered the afternoon physical education class many days ago. She stood at the back door with fear, listening to the passionate men and women talking and flirting uninhibitedly.
"Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat."
The girl cleared her throat: "Have you been like this since you were a child?"
"Stay at home." Meng Shengnan glanced at him and asked, "What's wrong?"
Meng Shengnan didn't think much about it.
"cuckoo."
He is reasonable (10), she is literary (04).
He didn't answer the rhetorical question, and the connection between the two was far from clear. Meng Shengnan and his deskmate were both stunned, and Nie Jing couldn't help but be curious.
So, that afternoon after school, she was wandering alone on the long street outside the school.
"That's right, all the honors yesterday—"
"How many books have you read?"
He didn't dare to move at all, and he had stopped rummaging through his bag long ago, as if he was afraid of even breathing that he would hear. The wind chime hanging on the door curtain of the second-hand shop suddenly rang, and there was soon no movement behind him.
"Monitor, please sing a song."
"He seems to be—"
Meng Shengnan slowed down and listened.
"without."
Meng Shengnan shook his head: "I haven't even finished reading any of them."
"When will you pay me back?"
"Depend on."
What a philosophy—
Fu Song smiled again: "What university do you want to go to in the future?"
Meng Shengnan looked at him, and Fu Song glanced at his deskmate.
The boy had already left the store and was nowhere to be seen, so she only realized it later.
The boy sneered: "With such virtue, there is nothing you can do."
"so slow?"
Meng Shengnan was a little embarrassed: "The kind of essay I wrote is different from our Chinese composition."
"That's right, all the honors yesterday—"
"Where's the copy you got me?"
"Li Yan, is that Chi Zheng at the door?"
Nie Jing pursed her lips and glanced at the boy.
At that time, life flew by faster than before.
Fu Song smiled and said, "You know that a drop of water can penetrate a stone, right?"
"Not as good-looking as you." Meng Shengnan said.
Fu Song smiled: "It's on the bedside."
But she didn't expect it. The next day, the Chinese class representative threw the entire stall to her because of something unexpected. Meng Shengnan really couldn't laugh or cry. It was just after school at noon at that time, and she had said hello to her family the night before because of this incident.
Later, it was not until dark that the classroom was decorated. The windows were painted with snow spray, posters and ribbons were pasted, and colorful balloons were hung. The only few boys in the class lifted all the tables one by one and formed a rectangle against the wall. They also placed the benches next to the tables and everyone sat on them and formed a circle.
"I have no old friends when I leave Yangguan in the west." After a while, Meng Shengnan replied absentmindedly, "No old friends."
"When will you pay me back?"
Fu Song smiled: "You can score 55 points in Chinese composition."
In the corridor, there are girls chatting behind them.
"Monitor, please sing a song."
Nie Jing frowned: "Really? Then I'll check."
In the corridor, there are girls chatting behind them.
"I will return the book to you whenever you return it."
"Confess to someone?"
"The rest is hers." The voice was so careless.
Meng Shengnan made a 'cut' sound.
"It's finished."
The wind gradually began to blow in the sky.
Fu Song shook his head: "Too low."
Fu Song asked: "What did you say you wrote last time? How did you feel after reading it?"
"Fuck-"
Meng Shengnan is weaving ribbons.
Meng Shengnan counted the money left in his pocket.
Meng Shengnan pursed her lips and slowly raised her head to look at the back door. The boy was leaning against the door, with one hand in his pocket and his school uniform zipper open. He was tall and thin, with a cynical smile and a heat in his eyes that she couldn't describe.
Three girls: "..."
"I have no old friends when I leave Yangguan in the west." After a while, Meng Shengnan replied absentmindedly, "No old friends."
"How many books have you read?"
"It's finished."
She turned back slowly.
"Didn't brother say that you are a little careless about Li Yan?"
"Yes, how can I compare with your Chi Zheng."
In the corridor, there are girls chatting behind them.
"What book or movie is it?"
Meng Shengnan took out all the money and put it on the table, and the boss counted them one by one.
Unexpectedly, he said it directly, and Meng Shengnan was speechless.
"Not as good-looking as you." Meng Shengnan said.
Fu Song smiled and said, "You know that a drop of water can penetrate a stone, right?"
Someone in the back row booed: "Li Yan can dance!"
In morning reading class, Nie Jing was reciting Chinese poetry.
She closed her eyes and looked away.
She was startled.
Meng Shengnan scratched his cheek: "I used to just write blindly in the books I read."
"Hurry up and get over there. Why are you waiting for me?"
Meng Shengnan didn't think much about it.
Wake up, go to sleep again.
"It's not enough, girl, there are still two or three yuan left."
So, when she saw the simple and elegant black pencils on the counter, she couldn't walk.
"Meng Shengnan, what was Wan Muchun's last sentence in front of the sick tree?"
"No wonder."
Meng Shengnan said: "I haven't thought about it yet."
"Chinese Academy of Sciences."
"He seems to be—"
"What?"
After New Year's Day, everyone returned to intense study. The same goes for Meng Shengnan. The most important thing for them now is studying. She is not as brave as the grand ceremony. She is used to keeping everything deepest in her heart.
Fu Song smiled and asked again about the schools she wanted to attend.
Meng Shengnan couldn't help but froze when she heard Li Yan's name. She quietly glanced at him with her peripheral vision and then silently looked away, continuing to immerse herself in the book. Afterwards, the class monitor handed over the arrangements for the New Year's Day party to several of their class committee members in batches. She and the Chinese class representative were responsible for buying decorations and decorating the classroom.
Meng Shengnan said yes.
"Tell me what it is?" Xue Lin also came up and asked.
Nie Jing frowned: "Really? Then I'll check."
In morning reading class, Nie Jing was reciting Chinese poetry.
The afternoon before the exam, after the last class of the year.
Fu Song smiled: "You can score 55 points in Chinese composition."
Nie Jing: "Hey? What did you make up?"
Shi Jin clicked his tongue, "Can you please stop exposing our brothers?"
The boy sneered: "With such virtue, there is nothing you can do."
Meng Shengnan was a little embarrassed: "The kind of essay I wrote is different from our Chinese composition."
"Which one?"
She stood in front of the checkout counter with her eyebrows furrowed, wondering whether to put down the box of pencils. The boss looked at her with a kind face, and Meng Shengnan sighed inwardly. Just as he was about to reach for the pencil, there was a voice behind him.
Fu Song smiled: "It's on the bedside."
"Monitor, please sing a song."
This girl likes to collect books. She must use blank paper when writing or sketching. She usually carries at least twenty pencils in her schoolbag, as well as seven White Rabbit toffees. She puts one in when she is racking her brains to write. In the mouth.
"Oh my god, your accuracy is too high."
"Confess to someone?"
"I just checked it. It's B. You're right. You didn't read it backwards, did you?"
The two boys chatted more obscenely than the other.
Xue Lin didn't know when she would come over.
Xue Lin also made one up and whispered: "Rose flowers, don't they look good?"
Unexpectedly, he said it directly, and Meng Shengnan was speechless.
The boy raised his eyes.
"Li Yan, is that Chi Zheng at the door?"
I don't know who it was, but suddenly shouted.
"No wonder your logic is so poor. Your questions are so childish."
Nie Jing asked again: "What's your next sentence to persuade you to drink another glass of wine?"
Fu Song smiled again: "What university do you want to go to in the future?"
Meng Shengnan is weaving ribbons.
Boss: "A total of 107 yuan."
The girl was already stunned and was completely led away by her deskmate: "Why?"
Meng Shengnan shook his head: "I haven't even finished reading any of them."
Nie Jing frowned: "Really? Then I'll check."
In the atmosphere of a weird question and answer mode, the final exam that made them happy and headache finally arrived. In the last exam of the year, everyone was ready to take the test, and Xue Lin wanted to prove herself. She was in the front line of reviewing every day, and all she had to do was tie a red cloth around her head with the word "struggle" written on it.
I don't know who it was, but suddenly shouted.
"And you?"
At that time, life flew by faster than before.
It was cold outside, and Meng Shengnan casually entered a secondhand shop. There was a dazzling array of things inside. She walked around a few times and bought a small box of spray paint and snow spray, as well as a lot of balloons, posters and ribbons. After wandering around for a while, I stopped at the school supplies.
He lit the fire, threw the cigarette lighter into Shi Jin's arms, and then laughed softly: "Are you interested?"
The girl cleared her throat: "Have you been like this since you were a child?"
"without."
Nie Jing: "Hey? What did you make up?"
He didn't dare to move at all, and he had stopped rummaging through his bag long ago, as if he was afraid of even breathing that he would hear. The wind chime hanging on the door curtain of the second-hand shop suddenly rang, and there was soon no movement behind him.
Fu Song smiled: "It's on the bedside."
Meng Shengnan didn't think much about it.
Meng Shengnan said: "I haven't thought about it yet."
Three girls: "..."
The boss passed the cigarette behind her, and the boy directly gave it to Zhang Twenty.
Unexpectedly, he said it directly, and Meng Shengnan was speechless.
The boy had already left the store and was nowhere to be seen, so she only realized it later.
Best friend Qi Qiao knew that Meng Shengnan had a very special hobby.
"Chinese Academy of Sciences."
Nie Jing asked again: "What's your next sentence to persuade you to drink another glass of wine?"
"That's right, all the honors yesterday—"
There was also a male voice greeting the girls, and only one girl responded by saying goodbye to the monitor. After the man walked away, a girl asked: "Li Yan, why do I think our squad leader is interested in you?"
Fu Song paused and said.
The mood that day lasted until she went to bed at night, and she was so happy that she couldn't sleep all night. I tossed and turned all over, the repeater playing soft music over and over again in my ears, and I was happily dreaming until dawn.
"Depend on."
Fu Song smiled: "It's on the bedside."
She was startled.
Fu Song smiled and asked again about the schools she wanted to attend.
"It's finished."
The girl raised her head and smiled proudly.
Everyone doesn't like a girl like this, who has a pretty face, a good figure, and can also dance. Meng Shengnan looked at it seriously, and then glanced sideways at Fu Song. As expected, the beauty was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away.
After hearing the sound, Nie Jing looked over silently, then turned back to watch the show without saying a word.
Everyone was given a bottle of snow spray, and everyone sprayed it randomly while watching the show. There was a large plate of melon seeds, peanut fudge and chocolate on each table. People chatted and clapped, and the stories of youth were being played out one by one.
Meng Shengnan couldn't help but froze when she heard Li Yan's name. She quietly glanced at him with her peripheral vision and then silently looked away, continuing to immerse herself in the book. Afterwards, the class monitor handed over the arrangements for the New Year's Day party to several of their class committee members in batches. She and the Chinese class representative were responsible for buying decorations and decorating the classroom.
Meng Shengnan said yes.
"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" Fu Song beside her asked her amid the noise.
Not far behind her on the street, two boys were wandering on the side of the road.
Nie Jing asked again: "What's your next sentence to persuade you to drink another glass of wine?"
She turned back slowly.
"And you?"
Meng Shengnan's eyes widened: "Study philosophy?"
The wind gradually began to blow in the sky.
After hearing the sound, Nie Jing looked over silently, then turned back to watch the show without saying a word.
Fu Song continued: "In the struggle between streams and rocks, the stream always wins. Do you know why?"
The girl cleared her throat: "Have you been like this since you were a child?"
"It's so beautiful. Please teach me."
"It's not enough, girl, there are still two or three yuan left."
Fu Song smiled and asked again about the schools she wanted to attend.
Fu Song smiled and asked again about the schools she wanted to attend.
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.
"Confess to someone?"
"Depend on."
Meng Shengnan said: "I haven't thought about it yet."
"Just make sense (22)."
Best friend Qi Qiao knew that Meng Shengnan had a very special hobby.
The students performing the show got excited and interrupted their chat. Li Yan just came on stage in a miniskirt and was about to dance. Meng Shengnan sat quietly in the crowd, looked at her, and then looked down at his blue and white school uniform, which was still covered with snowflakes sprayed by classmates.
She stood in front of the checkout counter with her eyebrows furrowed, wondering whether to put down the box of pencils. The boss looked at her with a kind face, and Meng Shengnan sighed inwardly. Just as he was about to reach for the pencil, there was a voice behind him.
The boy sneered: "With such virtue, there is nothing you can do."
The students performing the show got excited and interrupted their chat. Li Yan just came on stage in a miniskirt and was about to dance. Meng Shengnan sat quietly in the crowd, looked at her, and then looked down at his blue and white school uniform, which was still covered with snowflakes sprayed by classmates.
The boss passed the cigarette behind her, and the boy directly gave it to Zhang Twenty.
Boss: "A total of 107 yuan."
"Did you buy a gift?" Shi Jin asked.
He didn't answer the rhetorical question, and the connection between the two was far from clear. Meng Shengnan and his deskmate were both stunned, and Nie Jing couldn't help but be curious.
Shi Jin clicked his tongue, "Can you please stop exposing our brothers?"
"You're absent-minded again." Fu Song suddenly interrupted.
"Meng Shengnan, what was Wan Muchun's last sentence in front of the sick tree?"
“…”
Everyone doesn't like a girl like this, who has a pretty face, a good figure, and can also dance. Meng Shengnan looked at it seriously, and then glanced sideways at Fu Song. As expected, the beauty was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away.
The girl was already stunned and was completely led away by her deskmate: "Why?"
"When will you pay me back?"
He lit the fire, threw the cigarette lighter into Shi Jin's arms, and then laughed softly: "Are you interested?"
Because she was ranked fourth from the bottom in the November simulation, Meng Shengnan was assigned to the 26th exam room for the upcoming final exam, in the Science (22) exam. During that time, the second floor of the teaching building was under construction and renovation, and a few classrooms were not enough, so liberal arts students were filling in the last few examination rooms for science. She is among them.
Fu Song continued: "In the struggle between streams and rocks, the stream always wins. Do you know why?"
later.
Xue Lin was still talking nonstop about parabolic equations with her deskmate, and Nie Jing was also waiting in line with the double-speed exercises in her hand. The momentum of these two people really matched each other. Meng Shengnan had already packed his schoolbag in advance and said goodbye before leaving the classroom.
The girl was already stunned and was completely led away by her deskmate: "Why?"
New Year's Eve, full of joy.
Nie Jing: "Hey? What did you make up?"
"eleven."
Meng Shengnan couldn't help but froze when she heard Li Yan's name. She quietly glanced at him with her peripheral vision and then silently looked away, continuing to immerse herself in the book. Afterwards, the class monitor handed over the arrangements for the New Year's Day party to several of their class committee members in batches. She and the Chinese class representative were responsible for buying decorations and decorating the classroom.
After hearing the sound, Nie Jing looked over silently, then turned back to watch the show without saying a word.
Fu Song continued: "In the struggle between streams and rocks, the stream always wins. Do you know why?"
I don't know who it was, but suddenly shouted.
The girl didn't believe he could tell Hua'er.
Meng Shengnan scratched his cheek: "I used to just write blindly in the books I read."
Nie Jing tied the balloon and said, "I heard from the squad leader that there are four or five programs in the evening."
"Which one?"
Screams filled the ears.
What a philosophy—
"Confess to someone?"
Xue Lin didn't know when she would come over.
Best friend Qi Qiao knew that Meng Shengnan had a very special hobby.
In the corridor, there are girls chatting behind them.
The girl was already stunned and was completely led away by her deskmate: "Why?"
"Your back hurts when you stand and talk. Looking around, there are many beauties in our No. 9 Middle School, and Li Yan is one of the best, right? Are you not satisfied?"
"Li Yan, is that Chi Zheng at the door?"
Meng Shengnan glanced at Li Yan subconsciously.
Fu Song continued: "In the struggle between streams and rocks, the stream always wins. Do you know why?"
"The rest is hers." The voice was so careless.
Fu Song smiled again: "What university do you want to go to in the future?"
The afternoon before the exam, after the last class of the year.
The afternoon before the exam, after the last class of the year.
What a philosophy—
Meng Shengnan looked at him, and Fu Song glanced at his deskmate.
"Wow-"
"Yes, how can I compare with your Chi Zheng."
"Where's the copy you got me?"
"Just make sense (22)."
Wake up, go to sleep again.
"Fu Song, I have a question in particular that I want to ask you." Xue Lin struck while the iron was hot.
The girl raised her head and smiled proudly.
"Hurry up and get over there. Why are you waiting for me?"
Meng Shengnan came back to her senses, "Huh?"
Screams filled the ears.
That afternoon, she was reading. He turned his face slightly and recited this sentence silently, and then he saw a tall and thin figure passing by the window. The man seemed to glance around the classroom subconsciously. He was probably looking for Li Yan.
He didn't dare to move at all, and he had stopped rummaging through his bag long ago, as if he was afraid of even breathing that he would hear. The wind chime hanging on the door curtain of the second-hand shop suddenly rang, and there was soon no movement behind him.
He didn't answer the rhetorical question, and the connection between the two was far from clear. Meng Shengnan and his deskmate were both stunned, and Nie Jing couldn't help but be curious.
“…”
He lit the fire, threw the cigarette lighter into Shi Jin's arms, and then laughed softly: "Are you interested?"
The boy took a cigarette from the cigarette case and stuffed it into his mouth.
Meng Shengnan pursed her lips and slowly raised her head to look at the back door. The boy was leaning against the door, with one hand in his pocket and his school uniform zipper open. He was tall and thin, with a cynical smile and a heat in his eyes that she couldn't describe.
By that time, Meng Shengnan had returned to the classroom. Carrying a big box of stuff back is quite tiring. She panted and lay on the table. It had been more than ten minutes since she saw him, but Meng Shengnan still couldn't help laughing and frowning.
Amidst the booing, Li Yan twisted her waist and ran to the boy.
"cuckoo."
Amidst the booing, Li Yan twisted her waist and ran to the boy.
"Your back hurts when you stand and talk. Looking around, there are many beauties in our No. 9 Middle School, and Li Yan is one of the best, right? Are you not satisfied?"
"Stay at home." Meng Shengnan glanced at him and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Where's the copy you got me?"
For a moment, Meng Shengnan remembered the afternoon physical education class many days ago. She stood at the back door with fear, listening to the passionate men and women talking and flirting uninhibitedly.
She almost froze in place, her back was numb, her head was buzzing, and her eyes were staring straight ahead without looking back. So close, it was the same encounter again. The voice was so familiar, and the smell was so familiar that she didn't even react, and she was almost so nervous that her heartbeat stopped.
Best friend Qi Qiao knew that Meng Shengnan had a very special hobby.
"Not because of strength, but because of persistence."
Fu Song shook his head: "Too low."
Unexpectedly, he said it directly, and Meng Shengnan was speechless.
She closed her eyes and looked away.
Meng Shengnan counted the money left in his pocket.
It was cold outside, and Meng Shengnan casually entered a secondhand shop. There was a dazzling array of things inside. She walked around a few times and bought a small box of spray paint and snow spray, as well as a lot of balloons, posters and ribbons. After wandering around for a while, I stopped at the school supplies.
The girl was already stunned and was completely led away by her deskmate: "Why?"
On the way back at night, she rode her bicycle alone. We passed by the same central square, but the small pots of chrysanthemums were gone, the voices of people laughing and joking behind them were gone, and the scene of boys driving girls had long since faded. She even thought about how passionate they would be tonight.
It was calm in the self-study class. Meng Shengnan was just about to take a break after finishing English when the 1.7-meter male class monitor suddenly stood up, walked to the podium, knocked on the blackboard, and said: "The day after tomorrow, on New Year's Day, the class teacher asked us to have some fun..."
Meng Shengnan later walked to school blankly holding a box of things, the cold wind blowing over him not dissipating the blush just now. As I walked, I actually started to giggle, and I regretted that I had been too slow to let go of such a good opportunity to have a conversation. Fortunately Qi Qiao wasn't around at that time, otherwise he would have scolded her for being neurotic if he saw her like this.
Boss: "A total of 107 yuan."
"It's finished."
The boy raised his eyes: "You are lonely."
"Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat."
The boy raised his eyes: "You are lonely."
He is reasonable (10), she is literary (04).
Meng Shengnan said: "I haven't thought about it yet."
Meng Shengnan glanced at Li Yan subconsciously.
The students performing the show got excited and interrupted their chat. Li Yan just came on stage in a miniskirt and was about to dance. Meng Shengnan sat quietly in the crowd, looked at her, and then looked down at his blue and white school uniform, which was still covered with snowflakes sprayed by classmates.
"What book or movie is it?"
"No wonder."
Nie Jing also looked closer: "Why did you choose B? I just did it yesterday and it seemed to be A."
After hearing the sound, Nie Jing looked over silently, then turned back to watch the show without saying a word.
Separated by more than one floor, there is a world.
"The rest is hers." The voice was so careless.
The two of them usually only say hello.
Screams filled the ears.
After New Year's Day, everyone returned to intense study. The same goes for Meng Shengnan. The most important thing for them now is studying. She is not as brave as the grand ceremony. She is used to keeping everything deepest in her heart.
Fu Song smiled: "You can score 55 points in Chinese composition."
"Hurry up and get over there. Why are you waiting for me?"
Boss: "A total of 107 yuan."
Nie Jing: "Hey? What did you make up?"
The girl was already stunned and was completely led away by her deskmate: "Why?"
"What?"
Nie Jing: "Hey? What did you make up?"
Several girls were happy.
At that time, life flew by faster than before.
Fu Song paused and said.
Meng Shengnan was a little embarrassed: "The kind of essay I wrote is different from our Chinese composition."
"I just checked it. It's B. You're right. You didn't read it backwards, did you?"
Because she was ranked fourth from the bottom in the November simulation, Meng Shengnan was assigned to the 26th exam room for the upcoming final exam, in the Science (22) exam. During that time, the second floor of the teaching building was under construction and renovation, and a few classrooms were not enough, so liberal arts students were filling in the last few examination rooms for science. She is among them.
Fu Song shook his head: "Too low."
"No wonder."
It was cold outside, and Meng Shengnan casually entered a secondhand shop. There was a dazzling array of things inside. She walked around a few times and bought a small box of spray paint and snow spray, as well as a lot of balloons, posters and ribbons. After wandering around for a while, I stopped at the school supplies.
"so slow?"
"It's finished."
At that time, it was dark when I was reviewing.
"No wonder your logic is so poor. Your questions are so childish."
It was calm in the self-study class. Meng Shengnan was just about to take a break after finishing English when the 1.7-meter male class monitor suddenly stood up, walked to the podium, knocked on the blackboard, and said: "The day after tomorrow, on New Year's Day, the class teacher asked us to have some fun..."
The two of them usually only say hello.
After New Year's Day, everyone returned to intense study. The same goes for Meng Shengnan. The most important thing for them now is studying. She is not as brave as the grand ceremony. She is used to keeping everything deepest in her heart.
"Hurry up and get over there. Why are you waiting for me?"
"How many books have you read?"
"so slow?"
Meng Shengnan pursed her lips and slowly raised her head to look at the back door. The boy was leaning against the door, with one hand in his pocket and his school uniform zipper open. He was tall and thin, with a cynical smile and a heat in his eyes that she couldn't describe.
In morning reading class, Nie Jing was reciting Chinese poetry.
The boy sneered: "With such virtue, there is nothing you can do."
later.
Fu Song shook his head: "Too low."
"What?"
The mood that day lasted until she went to bed at night, and she was so happy that she couldn't sleep all night. I tossed and turned all over, the repeater playing soft music over and over again in my ears, and I was happily dreaming until dawn.
Meng Shengnan smiled and said nothing.
"Meng Shengnan, what was Wan Muchun's last sentence in front of the sick tree?"
She almost froze in place, her back was numb, her head was buzzing, and her eyes were staring straight ahead without looking back. So close, it was the same encounter again. The voice was so familiar, and the smell was so familiar that she didn't even react, and she was almost so nervous that her heartbeat stopped.
"You're absent-minded again." Fu Song suddenly interrupted.
Because she was ranked fourth from the bottom in the November simulation, Meng Shengnan was assigned to the 26th exam room for the upcoming final exam, in the Science (22) exam. During that time, the second floor of the teaching building was under construction and renovation, and a few classrooms were not enough, so liberal arts students were filling in the last few examination rooms for science. She is among them.
"What?"
The girl was already stunned and was completely led away by her deskmate: "Why?"
At that time, life flew by faster than before.
"You're absent-minded again." Fu Song suddenly interrupted.
Meng Shengnan pursed her lips and slowly raised her head to look at the back door. The boy was leaning against the door, with one hand in his pocket and his school uniform zipper open. He was tall and thin, with a cynical smile and a heat in his eyes that she couldn't describe.
"Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat."
From birth to now, the most special person Meng Shengnan has known, Fu Song is second to none and no one dares to call him first. In the classroom, she held back her laughter. Xue Lin went even further and laughed directly.
Wake up, go to sleep again.
Everyone doesn't like a girl like this, who has a pretty face, a good figure, and can also dance. Meng Shengnan looked at it seriously, and then glanced sideways at Fu Song. As expected, the beauty was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away.
Nie Jing asked again: "What's your next sentence to persuade you to drink another glass of wine?"
"What book or movie is it?"
"I will return the book to you whenever you return it."
I don't know who it was, but suddenly shouted.
At that time, life flew by faster than before.
"cuckoo."
The pockets of the schoolbag were rummaged through, and there was not a cent left—
The boss passed the cigarette behind her, and the boy directly gave it to Zhang Twenty.
This Meng Shengnan just reviewed it yesterday.
Fu Song smiled and asked again about the schools she wanted to attend.
Meng Shengnan is weaving ribbons.
The boy sneered: "With such virtue, there is nothing you can do."
So, that afternoon after school, she was wandering alone on the long street outside the school.
After New Year's Day, everyone returned to intense study. The same goes for Meng Shengnan. The most important thing for them now is studying. She is not as brave as the grand ceremony. She is used to keeping everything deepest in her heart.
"Where's the copy you got me?"
Then, just listen to the next second.
That afternoon, she was reading. He turned his face slightly and recited this sentence silently, and then he saw a tall and thin figure passing by the window. The man seemed to glance around the classroom subconsciously. He was probably looking for Li Yan.
It was cold outside, and Meng Shengnan casually entered a secondhand shop. There was a dazzling array of things inside. She walked around a few times and bought a small box of spray paint and snow spray, as well as a lot of balloons, posters and ribbons. After wandering around for a while, I stopped at the school supplies.
"cuckoo."
Xue Lin was unwilling to give in: "You look down on people, right? Sooner or later I will get 120."
"Tell me what it is?" Xue Lin also came up and asked.
After the second class in the afternoon of the next day, the whole school was exempted from classes. The class began to prepare to decorate the classroom. The girls gathered in circles, blew up balloons and pulled ribbons. The whole classroom was filled with warmth, and everyone was in high spirits and extremely excited.
That afternoon, she was reading. He turned his face slightly and recited this sentence silently, and then he saw a tall and thin figure passing by the window. The man seemed to glance around the classroom subconsciously. He was probably looking for Li Yan.
Meng Shengnan slowed down and listened.
Meng Shengnan was stunned, "Huh?" ' With a cry, all the class fees were spent, and then he felt in his pocket for change.
"I have no old friends when I leave Yangguan in the west." After a while, Meng Shengnan replied absentmindedly, "No old friends."
"Hurry up and get over there. Why are you waiting for me?"
"eleven."
Meng Shengnan said: "I haven't thought about it yet."
"And you?"
Someone in the back row booed: "Li Yan can dance!"
Fu Song smiled and asked again about the schools she wanted to attend.
Fu Song smiled and said, "You know that a drop of water can penetrate a stone, right?"
She turned back slowly.
"You're absent-minded again." Fu Song suddenly interrupted.
Fu Song smiled again: "What university do you want to go to in the future?"
The two boys chatted more obscenely than the other.
New Year's Eve, full of joy.
"Fu Song, I have a question in particular that I want to ask you." Xue Lin struck while the iron was hot.
There was also a male voice greeting the girls, and only one girl responded by saying goodbye to the monitor. After the man walked away, a girl asked: "Li Yan, why do I think our squad leader is interested in you?"
Fu Song smiled: "You can score 55 points in Chinese composition."
Nie Jing pursed her lips and glanced at the boy.
Everyone was given a bottle of snow spray, and everyone sprayed it randomly while watching the show. There was a large plate of melon seeds, peanut fudge and chocolate on each table. People chatted and clapped, and the stories of youth were being played out one by one.
Xue Lin didn't know when she would come over.
"Your back hurts when you stand and talk. Looking around, there are many beauties in our No. 9 Middle School, and Li Yan is one of the best, right? Are you not satisfied?"
Meng Shengnan came back to her senses, "Huh?"
"Where's the copy you got me?"
Meng Shengnan came back to her senses, "Huh?"
Meng Shengnan couldn't help but froze when she heard Li Yan's name. She quietly glanced at him with her peripheral vision and then silently looked away, continuing to immerse herself in the book. Afterwards, the class monitor handed over the arrangements for the New Year's Day party to several of their class committee members in batches. She and the Chinese class representative were responsible for buying decorations and decorating the classroom.
Later, it was not until dark that the classroom was decorated. The windows were painted with snow spray, posters and ribbons were pasted, and colorful balloons were hung. The only few boys in the class lifted all the tables one by one and formed a rectangle against the wall. They also placed the benches next to the tables and everyone sat on them and formed a circle.
"What book or movie is it?"
"I'm fourteen, so we should be on the same floor - Oh, by the way, which examination room does your Chi Zheng have and what shift does it take?"
The girl was already stunned and was completely led away by her deskmate: "Why?"
He didn't answer the rhetorical question, and the connection between the two was far from clear. Meng Shengnan and his deskmate were both stunned, and Nie Jing couldn't help but be curious.
She closed her eyes and looked away.
Meng Shengnan came back to her senses, "Huh?"
Fu Song said calmly: "If the mind is absent, the white and black are in front of you but you can't see them, and the thunder and drums are by the side but you can't hear them."
"Didn't brother say that you are a little careless about Li Yan?"
"You're absent-minded again." Fu Song suddenly interrupted.
Meng Shengnan was a little embarrassed: "The kind of essay I wrote is different from our Chinese composition."
"By the way, which examination room are you in?" the girl asked again.
Best friend Qi Qiao knew that Meng Shengnan had a very special hobby.
"without."
New Year's Eve, full of joy.
"It's so beautiful. Please teach me."
Three girls: "..."
"Didn't brother say that you are a little careless about Li Yan?"
Fu Song smiled: "You can score 55 points in Chinese composition."
"What book or movie is it?"
Fu Song smiled: "It's on the bedside."
Nie Jing tied the balloon and said, "I heard from the squad leader that there are four or five programs in the evening."
From birth to now, the most special person Meng Shengnan has known, Fu Song is second to none and no one dares to call him first. In the classroom, she held back her laughter. Xue Lin went even further and laughed directly.
Three girls: "..."
"When will you pay me back?"
"Fu Song, I have a question in particular that I want to ask you." Xue Lin struck while the iron was hot.
"It's so beautiful. Please teach me."
Separated by more than one floor, there is a world.
The boy raised his eyes.
"The rest is hers." The voice was so careless.
New Year's Eve, full of joy.
The girl cleared her throat: "Have you been like this since you were a child?"
The girl was not inferior and answered openly: "77, does it matter?"
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.
Amidst the booing, Li Yan twisted her waist and ran to the boy.
The girl was already stunned and was completely led away by her deskmate: "Why?"
This girl likes to collect books. She must use blank paper when writing or sketching. She usually carries at least twenty pencils in her schoolbag, as well as seven White Rabbit toffees. She puts one in when she is racking her brains to write. In the mouth.
She almost froze in place, her back was numb, her head was buzzing, and her eyes were staring straight ahead without looking back. So close, it was the same encounter again. The voice was so familiar, and the smell was so familiar that she didn't even react, and she was almost so nervous that her heartbeat stopped.
Nie Jing tied the balloon and said, "I heard from the squad leader that there are four or five programs in the evening."
"What score did you get on your last math test?"
"And you?"
Nie Jing tied the balloon and said, "I heard from the squad leader that there are four or five programs in the evening."
"What?"
He didn't answer the rhetorical question, and the connection between the two was far from clear. Meng Shengnan and his deskmate were both stunned, and Nie Jing couldn't help but be curious.
Later, it was not until dark that the classroom was decorated. The windows were painted with snow spray, posters and ribbons were pasted, and colorful balloons were hung. The only few boys in the class lifted all the tables one by one and formed a rectangle against the wall. They also placed the benches next to the tables and everyone sat on them and formed a circle.
Separated by more than one floor, there is a world.
"so slow?"
Nie Jing: "Hey? What did you make up?"
From birth to now, the most special person Meng Shengnan has known, Fu Song is second to none and no one dares to call him first. In the classroom, she held back her laughter. Xue Lin went even further and laughed directly.
Several girls were happy.
"Not as good-looking as you." Meng Shengnan said.
The boy had already left the store and was nowhere to be seen, so she only realized it later.
The girl was not inferior and answered openly: "77, does it matter?"
Several girls were happy.
"It's finished."
Xue Lin was unwilling to give in: "You look down on people, right? Sooner or later I will get 120."
Fu Song shook his head: "Too low."
Meng Shengnan slowed down and listened.
Meng Shengnan glanced at Li Yan subconsciously.
In the atmosphere of a weird question and answer mode, the final exam that made them happy and headache finally arrived. In the last exam of the year, everyone was ready to take the test, and Xue Lin wanted to prove herself. She was in the front line of reviewing every day, and all she had to do was tie a red cloth around her head with the word "struggle" written on it.
"What?" The girl was stunned.
After the second class in the afternoon of the next day, the whole school was exempted from classes. The class began to prepare to decorate the classroom. The girls gathered in circles, blew up balloons and pulled ribbons. The whole classroom was filled with warmth, and everyone was in high spirits and extremely excited.
Fu Song shook his head: "Too low."
Boss: "A total of 107 yuan."
"No wonder your logic is so poor. Your questions are so childish."
The boy raised his eyes: "You are lonely."
"Chinese Academy of Sciences."
"cuckoo."
"It's finished."
By that time, Meng Shengnan had returned to the classroom. Carrying a big box of stuff back is quite tiring. She panted and lay on the table. It had been more than ten minutes since she saw him, but Meng Shengnan still couldn't help laughing and frowning.
Fu Song paused and said.
This sentence immediately set off a huge wave in the classroom, and the students who couldn't stand it could finally find a serious excuse to be lazy.
Three girls: "..."
Everyone doesn't like a girl like this, who has a pretty face, a good figure, and can also dance. Meng Shengnan looked at it seriously, and then glanced sideways at Fu Song. As expected, the beauty was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away.
Nie Jing: "Hey? What did you make up?"
New Year's Eve, full of joy.
Meng Shengnan's eyes widened: "Study philosophy?"
The wind gradually began to blow in the sky.
Fu Song shook his head: "Too low."
Nie Jing frowned: "Really? Then I'll check."
Xue Lin was unwilling to give in: "You look down on people, right? Sooner or later I will get 120."
Meng Shengnan scratched his cheek: "I used to just write blindly in the books I read."
"I will return the book to you whenever you return it."
New Year's Eve, full of joy.
Fu Song smiled and said, "You know that a drop of water can penetrate a stone, right?"
"It's not enough, girl, there are still two or three yuan left."
The mood that day lasted until she went to bed at night, and she was so happy that she couldn't sleep all night. I tossed and turned all over, the repeater playing soft music over and over again in my ears, and I was happily dreaming until dawn.
Meng Shengnan was stunned, "Huh?" ' With a cry, all the class fees were spent, and then he felt in his pocket for change.
This Meng Shengnan just reviewed it yesterday.
"And you?"
Fu Song smiled: "You can score 55 points in Chinese composition."
"What?"
"Confess to someone?"
The girl didn't believe he could tell Hua'er.
It was already the end of December when Meng Shengnan received the notice of the New Concept rematch.
Not far behind her on the street, two boys were wandering on the side of the road.
Meng Shengnan's eyes widened: "Study philosophy?"
It was calm in the self-study class. Meng Shengnan was just about to take a break after finishing English when the 1.7-meter male class monitor suddenly stood up, walked to the podium, knocked on the blackboard, and said: "The day after tomorrow, on New Year's Day, the class teacher asked us to have some fun..."
Fu Song continued: "In the struggle between streams and rocks, the stream always wins. Do you know why?"
"Boss, how do you sell this?"
Meng Shengnan is immersed in English.
After hearing the sound, Nie Jing looked over silently, then turned back to watch the show without saying a word.
"without."
What a philosophy—
Fu Song smiled: "It's on the bedside."
Three girls: "..."
She was startled.
What a philosophy—
Xue Lin was still talking nonstop about parabolic equations with her deskmate, and Nie Jing was also waiting in line with the double-speed exercises in her hand. The momentum of these two people really matched each other. Meng Shengnan had already packed his schoolbag in advance and said goodbye before leaving the classroom.
“…”
Three girls: "..."
"What score did you get on your last math test?"
Three girls: "..."
The boy took a cigarette from the cigarette case and stuffed it into his mouth.
The boss passed the cigarette behind her, and the boy directly gave it to Zhang Twenty.
Because she was ranked fourth from the bottom in the November simulation, Meng Shengnan was assigned to the 26th exam room for the upcoming final exam, in the Science (22) exam. During that time, the second floor of the teaching building was under construction and renovation, and a few classrooms were not enough, so liberal arts students were filling in the last few examination rooms for science. She is among them.
The girl was already stunned and was completely led away by her deskmate: "Why?"
Meng Shengnan couldn't help but froze when she heard Li Yan's name. She quietly glanced at him with her peripheral vision and then silently looked away, continuing to immerse herself in the book. Afterwards, the class monitor handed over the arrangements for the New Year's Day party to several of their class committee members in batches. She and the Chinese class representative were responsible for buying decorations and decorating the classroom.
"Fuck-"
Not far behind her on the street, two boys were wandering on the side of the road.
Fu Song shook his head: "Too low."
This girl likes to collect books. She must use blank paper when writing or sketching. She usually carries at least twenty pencils in her schoolbag, as well as seven White Rabbit toffees. She puts one in when she is racking her brains to write. In the mouth.
He lit the fire, threw the cigarette lighter into Shi Jin's arms, and then laughed softly: "Are you interested?"
There was also a male voice greeting the girls, and only one girl responded by saying goodbye to the monitor. After the man walked away, a girl asked: "Li Yan, why do I think our squad leader is interested in you?"
There was also a male voice greeting the girls, and only one girl responded by saying goodbye to the monitor. After the man walked away, a girl asked: "Li Yan, why do I think our squad leader is interested in you?"
"Not because of strength, but because of persistence."
Meng Shengnan shook his head: "I haven't even finished reading any of them."
Nie Jing asked again: "What's your next sentence to persuade you to drink another glass of wine?"
I don't know who it was, but suddenly shouted.
"Your back hurts when you stand and talk. Looking around, there are many beauties in our No. 9 Middle School, and Li Yan is one of the best, right? Are you not satisfied?"
"I have no old friends when I leave Yangguan in the west." After a while, Meng Shengnan replied absentmindedly, "No old friends."
Meng Shengnan took out all the money and put it on the table, and the boss counted them one by one.
"Not because of strength, but because of persistence."
Three girls: "..."
"It's finished."
Xue Lin looked at Nie Jing.
Fu Song smiled and said, "You know that a drop of water can penetrate a stone, right?"
Fu Song paused and said.
In the atmosphere of a weird question and answer mode, the final exam that made them happy and headache finally arrived. In the last exam of the year, everyone was ready to take the test, and Xue Lin wanted to prove herself. She was in the front line of reviewing every day, and all she had to do was tie a red cloth around her head with the word "struggle" written on it.
The girl was not inferior and answered openly: "77, does it matter?"
After New Year's Day, everyone returned to intense study. The same goes for Meng Shengnan. The most important thing for them now is studying. She is not as brave as the grand ceremony. She is used to keeping everything deepest in her heart.
In the corridor, there are girls chatting behind them.
"Hurry up and get over there. Why are you waiting for me?"
"Get a bag of Yellow Crane Tower."
Meng Shengnan shook his head: "I haven't even finished reading any of them."
The afternoon before the exam, after the last class of the year.
It was already the end of December when Meng Shengnan received the notice of the New Concept rematch.
"Oh my god, your accuracy is too high."
“…”
Xue Lin was still talking nonstop about parabolic equations with her deskmate, and Nie Jing was also waiting in line with the double-speed exercises in her hand. The momentum of these two people really matched each other. Meng Shengnan had already packed his schoolbag in advance and said goodbye before leaving the classroom.
The girl was not inferior and answered openly: "77, does it matter?"
It was cold outside, and Meng Shengnan casually entered a secondhand shop. There was a dazzling array of things inside. She walked around a few times and bought a small box of spray paint and snow spray, as well as a lot of balloons, posters and ribbons. After wandering around for a while, I stopped at the school supplies.
Meng Shengnan looked at him, and Fu Song glanced at his deskmate.
On the way back at night, she rode her bicycle alone. We passed by the same central square, but the small pots of chrysanthemums were gone, the voices of people laughing and joking behind them were gone, and the scene of boys driving girls had long since faded. She even thought about how passionate they would be tonight.
Boss: "A total of 107 yuan."
That afternoon, she was reading. He turned his face slightly and recited this sentence silently, and then he saw a tall and thin figure passing by the window. The man seemed to glance around the classroom subconsciously. He was probably looking for Li Yan.
In the corridor, there are girls chatting behind them.
After New Year's Day, everyone returned to intense study. The same goes for Meng Shengnan. The most important thing for them now is studying. She is not as brave as the grand ceremony. She is used to keeping everything deepest in her heart.
After the second class in the afternoon of the next day, the whole school was exempted from classes. The class began to prepare to decorate the classroom. The girls gathered in circles, blew up balloons and pulled ribbons. The whole classroom was filled with warmth, and everyone was in high spirits and extremely excited.
“…”
There was also a male voice greeting the girls, and only one girl responded by saying goodbye to the monitor. After the man walked away, a girl asked: "Li Yan, why do I think our squad leader is interested in you?"
Meng Shengnan is weaving ribbons.
She closed her eyes and looked away.
"Meng Shengnan, what was Wan Muchun's last sentence in front of the sick tree?"
The girl who was asked snorted contemptuously: "Whoever likes him is just being sentimental."
Unexpectedly, he said it directly, and Meng Shengnan was speechless.
The boy took a cigarette from the cigarette case and stuffed it into his mouth.
Meng Shengnan said yes.
"Yes, how can I compare with your Chi Zheng."
"It's finished."
The pockets of the schoolbag were rummaged through, and there was not a cent left—
She bit her lip and slowly lowered her head and pretended to be looking for change, her fingers trembling.
Meng Shengnan slowed down and listened.
The girl raised her head and smiled proudly.
Meng Shengnan said: "I haven't thought about it yet."
"Not as good-looking as you." Meng Shengnan said.
"By the way, which examination room are you in?" the girl asked again.
"Fuck-"
Meng Shengnan scratched his cheek: "I used to just write blindly in the books I read."
"eleven."
That afternoon, she was reading. He turned his face slightly and recited this sentence silently, and then he saw a tall and thin figure passing by the window. The man seemed to glance around the classroom subconsciously. He was probably looking for Li Yan.
"What book or movie is it?"
"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" Fu Song beside her asked her amid the noise.
Meng Shengnan didn't think much about it.
The students performing the show got excited and interrupted their chat. Li Yan just came on stage in a miniskirt and was about to dance. Meng Shengnan sat quietly in the crowd, looked at her, and then looked down at his blue and white school uniform, which was still covered with snowflakes sprayed by classmates.
By that time, Meng Shengnan had returned to the classroom. Carrying a big box of stuff back is quite tiring. She panted and lay on the table. It had been more than ten minutes since she saw him, but Meng Shengnan still couldn't help laughing and frowning.
What a philosophy—
"And you?"
"I'm fourteen, so we should be on the same floor - Oh, by the way, which examination room does your Chi Zheng have and what shift does it take?"
Xue Lin was unwilling to give in: "You look down on people, right? Sooner or later I will get 120."
In the corridor, there are girls chatting behind them.
For a moment, Meng Shengnan remembered the afternoon physical education class many days ago. She stood at the back door with fear, listening to the passionate men and women talking and flirting uninhibitedly.
She almost froze in place, her back was numb, her head was buzzing, and her eyes were staring straight ahead without looking back. So close, it was the same encounter again. The voice was so familiar, and the smell was so familiar that she didn't even react, and she was almost so nervous that her heartbeat stopped.
"Tell me what it is?" Xue Lin also came up and asked.
"When will you pay me back?"
"Wow-"
"He seems to be—"
"You're absent-minded again." Fu Song suddenly interrupted.
Fu Song shook his head: "Too low."
There was also a male voice greeting the girls, and only one girl responded by saying goodbye to the monitor. After the man walked away, a girl asked: "Li Yan, why do I think our squad leader is interested in you?"
The two boys chatted more obscenely than the other.
The boy sneered: "With such virtue, there is nothing you can do."
The mood that day lasted until she went to bed at night, and she was so happy that she couldn't sleep all night. I tossed and turned all over, the repeater playing soft music over and over again in my ears, and I was happily dreaming until dawn.
Meng Shengnan said: "I haven't thought about it yet."
He is reasonable (10), she is literary (04).
Meng Shengnan slowed down and listened.
"Did you buy a gift?" Shi Jin asked.
"He seems to be—"
Amidst the booing, Li Yan twisted her waist and ran to the boy.
Meng Shengnan was a little embarrassed: "The kind of essay I wrote is different from our Chinese composition."
Then take everything and pay the bill.
"Monitor, please sing a song."
Nie Jing tied the balloon and said, "I heard from the squad leader that there are four or five programs in the evening."
"Which one?"
Separated by more than one floor, there is a world.
On the way back at night, she rode her bicycle alone. We passed by the same central square, but the small pots of chrysanthemums were gone, the voices of people laughing and joking behind them were gone, and the scene of boys driving girls had long since faded. She even thought about how passionate they would be tonight.
She turned back slowly.
The girl who was asked snorted contemptuously: "Whoever likes him is just being sentimental."
"Just make sense (22)."
The pockets of the schoolbag were rummaged through, and there was not a cent left—
"Monitor, please sing a song."