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"You two can't run away." The English teacher emphasized the pronunciation of the words and pointed at Song Yanqing.

"Especially you, if you dare to give me thirty minutes to hand in an English paper with a perfect score of 150 and score 120 in the next English test, I will kill you."

In the last monthly English test, Cheng Xuran scored 149 in English.

She has always been satisfied with the two students' talents, but Song Yanqing's talent fluctuates up and down, and his sense of language is confusing. Reviewing the paper for one more second seems to kill him, which often makes the English teacher very angry.

He was able to pass the first-year exams entirely thanks to his comprehensive support in science.

"I tried my best, miss. Li." For Song Yanqing, there was no correction of mistakes, only more mistakes made as he corrected more and more. He walked out, "You can discuss it with Cheng Xuran. I have to go to the laboratory for my physics class."

Cheng Xuran listened quietly and watched Song Yanqing walk out. He didn't react at all, and her mood sank to the bottom.

Very strangely drifting away.

She actively avoided it.

Maybe it was to avoid suspicion, but the two people did have less interaction.

Sometimes it’s really amazing. I feel that No. 3 Middle School is such a big place and I can touch it every day, even if I go up and down the stairs. But in fact, the liberal arts classes are quite far apart, and my sight is occupied by papers every day. I think It's quite difficult to meet.

Yes.

At the end of the first semester of her senior year of high school, Cheng Xuran's final grade was only three points behind Jiang Hang's.

The New Year came early that year, there was no snow in Yuncheng, the weather was getting colder and colder, and the wind was howling at night.

This is the last New Year for three years in high school.

As always, Cheng Jiaoxiao asked her on WeChat if she wanted to come out to play.

On New Year's Eve, with the sound of firecrackers, Cheng Xuran listened to his mother's suppressed cough through the half-open door in the bedroom, and the bright red test paper marked with red pen in front of him. He lit the desk lamp and had dry eyes.

She typed a sentence.

"not going."

Turn off the screen, turn the phone upside down, and continue writing the test paper. It’s almost midnight, New Year’s Eve.

My mother couldn't bear the pain and fell asleep. The house was incredibly quiet.

Cheng Xuran suddenly heard a short snapping sound. The first sound was muffled by the wind. She didn't hear it clearly, nor did she take it seriously, and continued to do the questions.

Then there was another snap.

Several sounds rang out from the window in succession. Cheng Xuran felt a little annoyed and put down his pen. He didn't know which group of children were playing on the road without sleeping at night.

She opened the window, and the cold air suddenly filled her breath. The cool wind blew across her cheeks like a knife, and she could see under the moonlight.

She saw a strange figure standing under the street lamp.

The tips of the hair are also plated with a touch of silver.

He was looking up at her.

Far away, eyes facing each other, silent.

The wind ruffled Cheng Xuran's hair. She was holding the window and wearing a snow-white sweater with a dazed expression.

"Snapped."

There was the sound of pebbles hitting the window sill again, and he was throwing them one after another in his hand. His long finger bones were a bit blue and white due to the cold wind. As he opened his mouth, the hot air he exhaled turned into white mist, curling up. Rising, half-blurred eyebrows.

"Can you come down? It's freezing to death."

Cheng Xuran reacted, her heart beating like a drum, she hurriedly grabbed the white down jacket on the hanger and rushed out of the house, running downstairs. The slippery ground felt windy under her feet, her breathing was rapid, and there were firecrackers in the distance in her ears. The noise, and his voice.

"You...why are you here?" She stopped suddenly in front of him, gasping, "My brother is not at my house."

"I just came from him." Song Yanqing said, moving his fingers open and closed, the frozen joints making a clicking sound, and the wind poured into the jacket.