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Why do most girls who seem to be well-behaved prefer boys who don't have very good grades and are always criticized but laugh indifferently.

Under a repressive and rigid education.

She just knew.

It could be so.

It turns out you don’t have to be so sensible.

In the long years that followed, the thing Cheng Xuran did the least regretful was becoming friends with Song Yanqing.

Cheng Xuran stayed in the teacher's office for a long time that day. The head teacher talked to her a lot, and she said she understood them.

No.

She doesn't understand.

Finally, Cheng Xuran promised that he would do well in the next exam. It was noon when he was let out by the teacher, and the afternoon sun shone warmly on the corridor.

The boy was wearing the uniform of No. [-] Middle School and leaning against the wall, waiting aimlessly for someone.

He heard the door open, looked up and saw her, his dark eyes full of her shadow, and smiled.

"It's okay, I didn't cry."

Why wasn't her heart moved? It was him waiting outside the office in the empty and quiet teaching building. It was his long shadow on the stairs after everyone else ran to the cafeteria. It was his slow steps leading her to the cafeteria. It was the profile of him who went to the liberal arts class (2) on the fifth floor to give her a lecture during evening self-study.

She never figured out whether he liked her or had friendship with her, but at least during those days, Cheng Xuran always felt that maybe he had had her in his eyes.

At least when I saw her during that evening self-study,

So seriously.

There are always a few evening self-study periods with blackouts in my memory, or the movies in the big class on the fifth floor, which are worth remembering. Under the cover of darkness, all the obscure and hazy thoughts can be heard, including the heartbeat, breathing, smell, and temperature. .

When the whole age group is arranged to watch a movie on the fifth floor, he always likes to sit in the last row. Sometimes he sits with Cheng Xuran, sometimes he sits with other boys, it all depends on who is around him. If the movie is good, he will watch it very seriously. If he was not interested, he would use the cover of the last row to play games with Cheng Jiaoxiao.

Cheng Xuran couldn't understand how he was playing. There isn't a single game on her phone.

Song Yanqing didn't take her with him, he just said goodbye.

Cheng Xuran asked why.

He also wears the logo of the student union on his left arm. With one hand he helps the teacher correct the monthly math papers and with the other he plays games: "A good student, I'm afraid I'll bring you down."

Cheng Xuran looked at him without comment.

"What are you playing for?" Lin Weizhen sat in the front row and turned around, "Take me one."

"Don't come." Song Yanqing gave the paper a grade, neither salty nor light, "You're too stupid."

Cheng Xuran sat next to him, watching him grade papers with a red pen while playing games. The halo of the big screen in the auditorium in front spread faintly in the dimness. The black hair fell down from his forehead, making his eyelashes look extra long, and the bridge of his nose The arc of his body is glowing with cold light, both upright and rebellious.

"What is this?" Cheng Xuran occasionally pointed at the game and asked.

She asked and he answered.

Cheng Jiaoxiao crossed her legs and said, "Song Yanqing, can you finish the fucking exam before I grade your pile of tattered papers?"

"We have to pay tonight." Song Yan cleared his voice and said, "I will still take you with me."

Near the end of the semester, the science class was so overwhelmed with questions that they were immersed in a sea of ​​papers. They couldn't get through any review, so they threw them to Song Yanqing.

You have to be the monitor of the first class.

"Shall I approve it for you?" Cheng Xuran whispered, "I'll beat you."

Song Yanqing paused, relaxed his pen, and threw a stack of papers to her: "The scores are a bit sloppy, but everything else is fine."

"Okay." (End of this chapter)