The northern rain in December, with low temperatures typical for high latitudes, enveloped the entire campus.
All the ginkgo leaves outside the classroom window have fallen.
It was the last class in the morning. As soon as the bell rang, the students rushed out in a crowd, racing against time to get to the cafeteria.
It is said that during the three years at No. 9 Middle School, the only thing they fought for was the chestnut roast chicken on the first floor of the cafeteria. It was available for a limited time and in limited quantities every day, on a first-come, first-served basis.
Gu Jianian is such a leisurely person, and I have never had the chance to taste it.
Her desk mate also disdained this behavior of snatching food. He followed her to the cafeteria every day and ate whatever was available without being picky.
After lunch, the two girls walked around the basketball court, and Song Minwen retracted her long legs to accommodate them.
Breath condensed into white mist in the air.
The boys playing basketball on the court looked over here from time to time, and some brave ones even whistled at them.
Song Minwen has been the queen of No. 9 Middle School for three years with her one-in-a-million beauty. Now she is repeating a grade again and has ruined several generations of young and ignorant boys. Naturally, she is accustomed to this kind of scene.
Gu Jianian had only experienced this in the past few months, so she was still a little uncomfortable. She put her hands in the pockets of her down jacket, lowered her head and ignored the noise.
Walking around the basketball court, the two men stopped under the bulletin board.
On the left is the admission list of the previous Beilin University Air Force pilots.
Gu Jianian was still thinking about the letter he received in the morning, reading through the lines absentmindedly.
"Class 2, Grade 3, Tao Zimo."
"Class 1, Senior 3, Wen Jing."
"… "
"Class 1, Senior 3, Pei Yue."
Song Minwen glanced at the first few names, stretched out her hand and poked the last name, and said casually: "Pei Yue, my ex-boyfriend."
Gu Jianian was a little surprised.
Even she, a new transfer student, was very familiar with the name Pei Yue. She had been told about him many times - he was the top student of the previous class of No. 9 Middle School, a top student of Beilin University, and a well-known figure.
But it is obvious that her deskmate is no less famous than him, and she does not have any halo of being a top student, and her popularity is entirely due to her beauty.
Gu Jianian focused on the word "ex" and couldn't help asking, "Then why did you break up?"
Song Minwen curled her lips, her face full of regret: "A good person suddenly became depressed and joined the army to be a pilot. He turned from a sweet little puppy into a fierce big wolfdog. Alas, he was quite handsome, I used to like him."
"… "
Gu Jianian could never keep up with her deskmate's train of thought.
However, my deskmate obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with dumping someone for such an outrageous reason. He happily watched the campus news on the other side, muttering to himself, "Wow, this girl from the freshman radio club is so cute. She's almost as cute as our little Jianian! I'm going to hook up with her someday!"
"… "
Gu Jianian no longer tried to follow her line of thought, and his thoughts returned to the end of the reply letter and the school emblem on the envelope.
Although she guessed from the school badge that Chi Yan was on a business trip in Beilin, she didn't know what he was doing specifically or what his itinerary was.
Before morning self-study, Gu Jianian read the letter over and over for a long time, feeling anxious, but still had no clue.