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"Okay." Cheng Xuran added, his chin was thin, and his face was very gentle in the afterglow of dusk, giving him the feeling of a sickly Xizi, "Thank you."

"Let's go, Brother Song." The other two boys came back and said.

"Let's go." Song Yanqing propped up his body and jumped down.

Cheng Xuran followed them.

How exactly did the two people know each other?

Maybe it was because they met occasionally and took care of them occasionally, or maybe Cheng Xuran always ate with Cheng Jiaoxiao and the others, sitting with Song Yanqing.

Those in the second grade of high school teased Cheng Jiaoxiao for always having a younger sister.

"What the hell, my biological sister can't do it. You don't even want her."

"Isn't your girlfriend jealous?"

"Brother, I'm not my lover."

In fact, Song Yanqing's impression of Cheng Xuran was quite blank at the beginning, and he spent the first semester like that. The deepest impression left on him was that the girl who always ate with them seemed to be quite fair.

His name is Cheng Xuran.

At the end of the first semester, Song Yanqing remembered her name.

Cheng Jiaoxiao was unreliable and always accompanied his girlfriend. Sometimes he would leave Cheng Xuran to Song Yanqing.

Song Yanqing was convinced by him and said impatiently: "I have become the one to take care of your sister for you."

"Good brother, for the love of my brother."

"If you show off again, you will be divided."

So in the end, Cheng Xuran and Song Yanqing spent more time.Sometimes everyone calls her smooth, and Song Yanqing also calls her: "Sister, Wangzi or coconut milk."

"Wangzai." Cheng Xuran pursed her lips, always well-behaved. When they were talking, she would smile next to her, her eyes would curve into a soft crescent shape, and she would never take the initiative to speak.

From the outside, Cheng Xuran always hangs out with the second-year high school students and Song Yanqing. She is the only girl in their group, so it is inevitable that they will talk about it.

The little idea of ​​going back and forth during adolescence was clearly revealed, and Xu Zhi helped Cheng Xuran talk back every time.

The most common question Cheng Xuran encountered was, what is your relationship with Song Yanqing from Class [-]? Can you send me his WeChat account?

What could Cheng Xuran say? They were really not familiar with each other.

He is so cold.

The occasional indifference is just for the sake of politeness and the face of friends.

No. [-] Middle School is the best key high school in Yuncheng. There are tests of various sizes every month. I still remember the test at the end of October in the first semester of high school. Their examination room happened to be in Class [-].

The memories between them are more or less, and most of them are ordinary and ordinary. I don't know why I can still recall every detail. I don't know if it is a heartbeat, how can it be so sour and slow.

The positions in the examination room were arranged according to the dragon's tail. Coincidentally, Cheng Xuran happened to be in Song Yanqing's position.

Perhaps it was the change of season that caught colds. Cheng Xuran had been feeling unwell for the past two days. She had a cold and had a fever in the morning. She took fever-reducing medicine at home but forgot to bring it.

It was a cloudy day outside the window, with dark clouds covering the sky and a cool breeze.

The desk hall was still stuffed with boys' school uniforms and piled with textbooks, revealing a messy and twisted headphone cord. There was a faint smell of washing powder. Cheng Xuran did not touch Song Yanqing's things and lay weakly on the table.

The first class test was English, Cheng Xuran's best subject. She was really talented in languages. Even if she didn't study deliberately, she could answer 90.00% of the questions correctly based on her sense of language.

Her body temperature was a little hot and her condition was not good. Cheng Xuran raised her fingers and rubbed her temples. She finished writing the test paper one stroke at a time and checked it again before putting down the pen.