ban heartbeat in thriller

Chapter 259 School Evil Spirit (12)

"Yu Tang, do you want to participate in our grade's sports meeting?"

Zhao Yutang subconsciously wanted to refuse, but the sports committee member was a very cute soft girl. At this moment, she looked at her expectantly, pretending to be wronged pitifully, "Please, there are only a few girls in our class, and there are not many applicants. I really need you!"

Although she begged so much, she actually didn't have much hope. After all, Zhao Yutang was famous for only studying, and anything else was a waste of time for her.

There was really no other way, and the sports committee members came here one by one.

Zhao Yutang didn't take study as everything like the original owner, and activities like the sports meeting would take up her whole morning at most, so she nodded and agreed after thinking for a while, "Yes."

The sports committee didn't expect her to agree at all. After realizing it, she was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly, "Okay!"

She pushed the project list over, "Look at which project you want to apply for. I think the 50-meter relay race is good. If you are under pressure, you can also report for the 800-meter race. We don't pursue results, but focus on a sense of participation."

If the school hadn't required someone to participate in each class on the grounds of helping the third-year students relax, the sports committee wouldn't have bothered so much. These days, they have almost worn out their lips trying to persuade students to sign up.

She looked at Zhao Yutang with bright eyes. Under such gaze, if she didn't apply for a project, she would feel guilty. Zhao Yutang didn't hesitate for long, and any project was similar to her.

"800, my stamina is not bad."

"Ok!"

As soon as the sports committee left, Qin Shang turned his head, "Are you going to participate in the sports meeting?"

He and Zhao Yutang grew up together and went to school together. This was the first time he saw Zhao Yutang participate in any class project, and it was still in the critical period of senior year.

She really has become very different from before.

"Well, I reported one."

The gel pen in his hand was out of ink, so Zhao Yutang went to look in the pencil case, but when the pencil case was opened, it was full of scattered parts of the pen barrel, and no pen was complete.

Needless to say, he knew who did it, Lu Zhao was about to go wrong, he might as well harass Qin Shang and the others.

She slowly assembled the gel pen, Qin Shang looked at it for a while and suddenly said, "I also applied for a project, and I will be with you."

He smiled, "Let's work hard together."

In all fairness, he does look pretty good, he is the kind of boy who is more gentle and handsome. In addition, since he was a child, he has a good family background, excellent grades, and a relatively calm temperament, which distinguishes him from other boys of this age. There are not a few girls in the class who like him.

Zhao Yutang was not interested in the gentleness and calmness he deliberately created. Even if Qin Shang didn't want to admit it, he still felt Zhao Yutang's neglect of him.

She doesn't care about him now, just like she didn't care about anything but studies before.

Qin Shang can understand her emphasis on study and her indifferent character, but he can't tolerate her confusing himself with other insignificant people. They should be so close, and he should have a special place in her heart.

"Oh."

Zhao Yutang responded lightly, without even taking his attention away from the broken pen in his hand.

Qin Shang clenched his fingers tightly. He didn't know why Zhao Yutang changed so much in a short period of time, but he knew that he couldn't delay any longer.

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"You're back? What do you want for dinner?"

The auntie nanny took the schoolbag from Zhao Yutang's hand, her voice could not contain her excitement, "Your mother called today and said that you can come back to visit you after the college entrance examination and bring you some gifts."

Zhao's mother is not as strict as Zhao's father on Zhao Yutang's grades. In fact, she doesn't care about Zhao Yutang's situation at all, and she may not even know Zhao Yutang's contact information at all, so she only dials the landline number at home, and she is talking about returning after the college entrance examination. She doesn't care about this exam that is very important to many parents.

Zhao Yutang didn't care either, and she felt more comfortable maintaining a relationship with the original owner's parents as strangers.

After the aunt finished talking about the news happily, she mentioned other things, "I'll clean your room today, and the potted flower on your desk seems to have sprouted, I can see a little."

Zhao Yutang was taken aback for a moment, and immediately ran upstairs.

She pushed open the door, and Lu Zhao was lying on her desk, looking up at the pot of flowers that had come back to life, and stretched out his fingers to touch its new sprouts.

He turned his head and tapped lightly with his fingertips, "You brought it back to life."

What special meaning does this potted flower have for Lu Zhao?It didn't seem to be a big deal, his mother just moved it in front of a closed flower shop, as a reward for not failing in the final exam, Lu Zhao casually threw the flower on the window sill and never cared about it again.

Lu's mother nagged him that he didn't cherish the flowers and plants, and came to his room every day to help water the flowers.

During the few days when she was sick and hospitalized, what she often mentioned was this pot of flowers that had never bloomed since she moved here, and naggingly asked him to remember to water the flowers.

But the flowers eventually withered.

Lu Zhao always felt that the flower was a burden, but it was too useless, and he couldn't drag his mother into this world. His mother had so many things on her mind, but she couldn't take the last one away, so she walked away lightly and irresponsibly.

"Well, it's alive."

Zhao Yutang bent his eyes and smiled purely, as if this little bud was enough.

After a few minutes--

Lu Zhao looked at the scissors hanging in front of his eyes, and couldn't help saying, "You cut too much."

For him, it seems that as long as he wants to touch anything, he can touch it. Thanks to his cooperation, Zhao Yutang was able to cut his obtrusive bangs with scissors.

"I didn't cut much, just exposed the eyes."

Zhao Yutang lifted Lu Zhao's chin with an index finger, making him tilt his face up slightly, carefully scrutinizing the length of his bangs, making sure that it would not be too short and would not block his eyes.

Lu Zhao was baffled, "I've become a ghost, why do I still have to cut my hair, and no one can see me."

And she cared so much about the way his hair looks like his mother, both of them probably have a little obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"I can see it."

Zhao Yutang replied as a matter of course, frowning and said, "Your bangs are covering your eyes, I feel uncomfortable."

Lu Zhao deliberately said, "What does it matter to me that you feel uncomfortable?"

"Crack-knock-"

Zhao Yutang squinted his eyes, moved the scissors twice in his hand, his hair fell down, and said calmly, "Say it again."

Lu Zhao: "..."

so fierce.

He silently turned his face away and remained silent.

(End of this chapter)