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Chapter 303 The Counterattack of the Scholar 4

Du Xianjun is now a sophomore in high school. At the beginning of this semester, she was divided into arts and sciences, and she was assigned to the key class in the arts class.

This made Lan Shuying slightly relieved.

Liberal arts knowledge is often a test of broad knowledge and strong knowledge. She has traveled to many worlds and thinks her horizons are fairly broad, so don't worry about things in books. After all, her soul strength is high, and she has the golden finger of photographic memory. .

It's nothing to look at, remember, it should be added soon.

The schedule in the pencil case is full, because Du Xianjun is usually a taciturn person. Now that Lan Shuying has come, she will listen to the get out of class quietly like her. It did not attract any unusual gazes from the surrounding students.

Before being brainwashed by Feng Wanwan's money offensive, these classmates were still friendly to Du Xianjun.

It's early winter right now, and the wind on the roof is a bit chilly.There are debris piled up on the corners of the unevenly colored cement boards, and occasionally plastic waste blown by the wind can be seen.

If you want to find out the benefits here, the only thing is quietness.

Lan Shuying pinned her wind-blown hair behind her ears, and suddenly caught sight of a figure from the back out of the corner of her eye.

The other party was tall and thin. At the moment, he was covering his left ear with one hand, and with the other hand he was struggling to fix the textbook leaning against the railing, and he was reciting in a low voice.

She frowned.

There is an inexplicable mix of sweetness and sorrow in my heart, and this abnormal beating.

The real physical reaction reminded her of someone in an instant.

The class bell rang suddenly.

The man reluctantly put away the book, turned around, revealing half of his handsome face.

His skin is very fair, his temperament is clean and clear, his slightly long broken bangs cover half of his eyes with slender eyelashes, but the melancholy hits people's heart directly.

Lan Shuying raised the corners of her lips coolly, did not meet his gaze, but turned around quickly and walked down the steps.

Behind her, Meng Qingguang only had time to see a fleeting figure—is it her?

He looked hesitant, thinking of saying hello to this long-term competitor, he instinctively dodged a little because of his introversion, and subconsciously slowed down his steps.

……

The students reluctantly returned to the classroom.

This is a long class break, because the school recently canceled radio exercises, during the half-hour break, many people took the opportunity to go to the cafeteria to buy snacks, and Lan Shuying's new deskmate, Zheng Xiaoyuan, was one of them one.

The little fat man stuffed a vacuum-packed braised chicken leg into the drawer of her desk, cupped his hands flatteringly, and begged with a smile: "Learn theology and God, can you give me a lecture when you have time for evening self-study?"

If he made a special request, Lan Shuying might be more satisfied, but the topic of the lecture... um...

Seeing that she didn't respond, the little fat man was a little disappointed, but he didn't take back the bribe. Instead, he withdrew his hand in a relaxed manner, and spread the textbook on the table by the way.

The teacher for this class is late.

Seeing other teachers passing by the corridor one by one, the dozens of people in the classroom were restless, and the yelling of the discipline committee member could be heard from time to time.

At this time, a girl at the back table jokingly said: "Zheng Xiaoyuan, today's Christmas Eve, you see that people are giving away Christmas fruits, why are you giving away braised chicken legs? No wonder Du Xueba is not willing to talk to you."

The little fat man was stunned, and looked around. Sure enough, on the windowsill, in other people's drawers, and on the podium, he saw a dozen large crimson red snake fruits one after another. He scratched his head and said with a smile: " Then I'll go out and buy it at noon, and I'm sure to satisfy our apprentice."

"No, what question are you talking about, show me." Lan Shuying said.

The little fat man pushed over a geography exercise book, and drew a few questions with red circles. Lan Shuying read it and felt confident, so she agreed to it, and agreed to save it for him in the evening self-study.

The arrangement fell through.

The school caught up with the trend of foreign festivals. Before school in the afternoon, the broadcast announced that today's evening self-study will be cancelled, and reminded the students to go home early and pay attention to safety.

Deafening cheers came from countless classrooms at the same time.

Textbooks, hats, scarves... as long as you can throw everything away, I'm afraid it won't reflect the inner excitement of these students.

The little fat man couldn't take care of his question now, and happily packed his things and prepared to go home.

On Lan Shuying's table was the Ping An fruit that he stalked and insisted on giving away. The fresh fruity scent made people feel clear-headed.

She silently changed the core of the pen.

The classmates left quickly, leaving only five or six people including her, accompanied by the sound of flipping the book and the swishing sound of the pen tip walking on the paper.

After a while, there were three or four people here.

When it was completely dark, this classroom had become her exclusive domain.

There was silence all around, and she enjoyed the undisturbed silence, turning the pages of the book, and the aroma of the ink became more and more intense.Square characters and tadpole symbols scrambled into her eyes and became part of her memory. With the help of brushing the questions, it didn't take long for her to memorize the knowledge Du Xianjun had mastered. .

The only exception is mathematics. Lan Shuying was a little distressed, and she didn't want to brush, so she bit the stick.

The hands on the watch skip nine o'clock.

She was happily brushing up the geography questions, when the watch beeped, her body had a strange reaction, and the pen stopped immediately.

Lan Shuying was taken aback.

what's the situation?She wanted to continue working on the questions, why didn't she move?

Heart starts beating faster.

She had a bad feeling.

Simply following that feeling, he got up and walked to the corridor outside the classroom.Just standing still beside the railing, someone's light footsteps came from the side.

Lan Shuying felt something in her heart, and looked in that direction, and sure enough, she met a pair of melancholy eyes.

You don't need to look at the blinding protagonist halo on him, you can be sure that it is the male protagonist, Meng Qingguang, just by looking at his appearance.

A gifted young man whose father and mother are unknown. There is only one relative in his family. His grandfather in his 50s has gone to other provinces to work. This young man lives alone next door to Du Xianjun's house.Because he lived close, he got a lot of care from Grandma Du, but he didn't have a deep friendship with Du Xianjun in private, but had more contact with him at school.

These two are introverted academic masters.

The difference is that Du Xianjun has a girlish heart towards him. Because she is shy, she buries this secret love in her heart and dare not confess it, while Meng Qingguang is not enlightened, but just regards her as a sympathetic opponent, and has been competing with her for the No. 1 of the whole school for a long time. .[-] and nothing more.

Meng Qingguang paused in her footsteps, probably because she was staring at her in embarrassment, and by some coincidence, she took the initiative to say hello to her: "...Hey, why haven't you come home yet?"

Lan Shuying was a little taken aback.

Because she has seen similar scenes countless times in Du Xianjun's memory, and every time, Meng Qingguang walked over straight, and this was the first time she spoke.

(End of this chapter)