Quick Wear: Please, the host is really dedicated

Zhou Zhi walked slowly back to the alley holding the fruit tea, humming the unknown tune he learned from an old man in the park on the way. The fruit tea in his hand was shaking. The weather was too hot, and the fruit tea with little ice had no ice cubes to begin with. Now condensation water was dripping from the outside of the packaging bag. Zhou Zhi felt a little irritated and quickened his pace unconsciously.

But there was no one at Jiang Ning's home, not even a housekeeper.

"You clearly said yesterday that you would be at home today."

Zhou Zhi kept refreshing the page on his phone, but Jiang Ning still didn't reply to a single message.

Just when she was about to go back, an old man passed by Jiang Ning's house.

The old man looked her up and down, then said, "Xiao Ning, didn't your mother just call you to go to the hospital? Why are you back so soon?"

Zhou Zhi knew that he had recognized the wrong person, but by some strange coincidence, the old man's words at least let her know that Jiang Ning was not at home, and perhaps something had happened to Jiang's father.

And it shouldn’t be a small matter.

After explaining to the old man for a while, Zhou Zhihe ran back home, put down the cup of fruit tea, and quickly ran out to the hospital.

She made a phone call: "Ms. Ren, I think I need your help with something."

It was already the next morning when I returned from the hospital.

Zhou Zhi saw the fruit tea on the table. It was no longer drinkable because he had not had time to put it in the refrigerator when he went out. Zhou Zhi picked it up tiredly and walked out the door with the garbage that he had not had time to throw away last night.

"peng——"

After throwing it into the trash can, Zhou Zhi turned and left, quickly walked out of the alley and rushed towards the school.

If she had drunk the cup of fruit tea in time that day, she would have discovered that it was the fruit tea with the most toppings she had ever drunk.

As observant as she was, she would surely realize that it was his roundabout way of seeking reconciliation.

But it's just if, because in reality, she wouldn't drink that cup of fruit tea, so she wouldn't think so much, so she couldn't know the mind of a silent coward.

Some things, because no one is willing to take that step, just have to be this way.

?

Zhou Zhi returned to school and attended the school's college entrance examination mobilization meeting wearing the traditional loose school uniform.

"A storm is coming."

A group of senior high school students stood in a large crowd on the open-air playground. No matter how good their grades were, they all complained. It was obvious that they were all a group of ordinary people with fluctuating qualities.

The team was arranged from low to high, Zhou Zhi happened to be standing at the back of the team, and Wen Ling was diagonally behind him.

There were two people in their class who did not attend today's mobilization meeting, one was Jiang Ning who had taken a leave, and the other was Xie Feng who had privileges.

Wen Ling stared at Zhou Zhi for a long time.

——Didn’t she understand what he meant?

——Or did she simply not want to pay attention to him?

Zhou Zhi knew that people were staring at her, so she stared at the sky.

The dark clouds not far away were very dense, and there was no wind at all. She didn't want to stay in this stuffy team at all.

Looking at her homeroom teacher who was standing straight in front of her and couldn't see her for the time being, she turned around and spoke to the girl behind her: "Classmate, I feel a little short of breath. Can I change seats with you?"

The girl behind was dazzled by Zhou Zhi’s pretty face… no, by the sudden request, and spoke in a stuttering voice: “Of course, of course.”

"Really? You are so nice, classmate! Thank you, I'll give you a tissue to wipe your sweat~"

Zhou Zhi's eyes were sparkling, his face turned red due to the heat, his eyelashes seemed to tremble when he spoke, and he looked very lively.

"You're welcome," the girl behind him brushed away Zhou Zhi's hair, then smiled shyly, "You look great."

When Zhou Zhi was suddenly praised, he would smile politely: "You too, you are super pretty."

The other person's face turned even redder.

Zhou Zhi successfully changed his seat and continued to stand in a wider space at the back, fanning himself with some English materials in his hand.

Wen Ling just watched her getting close to others and laughing with others. Even when her eyes were bent, he could see the light in them. She didn't look at him, but finally stood beside him.

Wen Ling unconsciously clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

She didn't come here for anyone, she just came here for herself.

He repeated it in his mind over and over again. Rather than being certain, he was trying to kill off the remaining delusions in his mind.