The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 725 0724. The Cold War After the Competition (34)

Or it should not be said that it lasted for the entire high school, but because Zhuang Xinian spent most of her later years in the studio, and the study of cultural subjects was purely in the dormitory, relying on Cheng Suru and the others to make an outline for her, force-feeding let her learn it.

But Zhuang Xinian knew that the outline was made by Jiang Shaoheng. Although it was not in Jiang Shaoheng's handwriting, the familiar order made her understand that Jiang Shaoheng was the one who did it.

She wanted to go to Jiang Shaoheng to apologize and reconcile, but she had no chance, either because Jiang Shaoheng was not around, or because her schedule was too full.

Under intentional or unintentional avoidance, the time the two spent together in high school was not as much as the previous half semester combined.

The third year of high school came during the busy time of the two of them.

Entering the third year of high school, Zhuang Xinian's time was obviously more intense, preparing for various exams, participating in competitions everywhere, just to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts that is closest to Jiang Shaoheng's favorite school.

After three years of training in high school, the group of hairy kids who have just entered the first year of high school have gradually matured and become adults who already have the same rights as adults in law, but they still need to go through social experience.

Under the urging of the scorching sun, the college entrance examination came as scheduled.

Three days before the college entrance examination, Jingshi High School, as the test center, had a holiday.

Everyone went home.

Zhuang Xinian and Jiang Shaoheng were no exception.

When the two of them packed their suitcases and met downstairs in the girls' dormitory, they were in a daze for a moment.

It seems that there is a sense of strangeness to each other.

They haven't seen each other for a long time.

Even though they were the two people with the most intensive interaction, yet the most incredible sense of strangeness appeared.

Zhuang Xinian lowered her head and clenched the handle of the suitcase, feeling bitter in her heart.

They tacitly walked to the station together to wait for the bus, but they didn't expect that as soon as they left the school gate, they saw four parents waiting at the school gate.

"Nian Nian! Shaoheng!" The two mothers raised their hands and waved at them, "Why don't you come over?"

Seeing the loving smiles of the two mothers, Zhuang Xinian's nose turned sour, and all the pent-up anger and grievances rushed up at once. He dropped his luggage and ran towards the two mothers, throwing himself into their arms.

Father Zhuang smiled and touched his daughter's head, and walked slowly over to take away her daughter's luggage.

"Dad, Mom, Uncle Zhuang, Aunt Cai." Jiang Shaoheng's voice had completely turned into a low-pitched subwoofer, and he pulled the suitcase and stood in front of them, calling people one by one.

Looking at his son who was already half a head taller than himself, about 185 in height, Father Jiang patted him on the shoulder in relief.

"Okay, don't stand still, let's go home! After buying vegetables at home and making soup, you can have a hearty meal when you go back!"

The two families got into two cars and headed home in the same direction.

After returning home, Zhuang Xinian was driven into the room to rest, take a bath or something.

Mom and Dad are both at home, and they can hear the sound of the house full of security. Taking a bath in a familiar place, Zhuang Xinian relaxes. The depression and pressure of the past three years have made her lose weight again, but it has grown longer. Two centimeters taller.

As soon as she relaxes, she will think about Jiang Shaoheng uncontrollably.

The scene of the two quarreling three years ago, not even a quarrel, kept replaying in my mind.

The stimulation made her face turn pale.

(End of this chapter)