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She felt that she was actually quite lucky.In short, I have no major dissatisfaction with these 24 years of life.

"If there is no spring grass to grow towards the sun, it will be fine to burn the wilderness..."

It would be nice if the person who sang this song was still there.

In the middle of August, the third stage exam was ushered in the nearly one month of tutoring life. The questions given by the school teachers themselves were said to be even more difficult than the college entrance examination questions.

"Students," Lao Wang smiled, holding his black thermos cup and standing behind the desk, "The questions for this exam are made by our school teachers themselves, and the questions are very difficult. Eliminate impetuousness from the backlog of make-up lessons. But, everyone, don’t worry too much, of course, don’t relax too much. Although the questions are difficult, I believe that everyone’s ability will definitely improve to the next level!”

After a month of make-up classes, only two days off were given, and all of them were used to brush the papers. The intense training every day and the hot weather made this group of teenagers feel overwhelmed. It is inevitable to become impetuous.When the school has a problem, it is to suppress them.

Let's see how you all got in the exam. Are you still thinking about games, shopping, and boyfriends?

holiday?nonexistent.It's not without reason why the No. [-] Middle School has been firmly seated at the top of Ling'an's enrollment rate for five consecutive years.

Ignoring the mourners in the classroom, Lao Wang walked to Jing Fan with a smile and knocked on her desk.

Jing Fan looked up, Lao Wang signaled her to go out with him.

"Jing Fan, how's your review going?" Leaving the classroom, Lao Wang chatted with her in the corridor.

"Very good, teacher." Jing Fan naturally replied politely, very well-behaved.

"That's good," Lao Wang smiled, "you, take the exam first, and don't worry about your parents' affairs. Let's talk about it after the exam. Your parents also mean the same thing."

Jing Fan was taken aback, did she already contact her parents?

I don't even want to make a phone call.

The two great professors are really busy.

She grabbed the hem of the school uniform with her hands behind her back, until her knuckles turned white, but a decent smile appeared on her face, "Well, thank you teacher, then I will go in first."

"Okay, let's go."

After entering the classroom, He Cheng saw that she was in a bad mood and asked her what was wrong.

"Nothing." Jing Fan replied coldly.

Jingshen's air pressure was very low today, which made several people who wanted to hold their thighs in the front-line grinder frightened away. They couldn't help but feel deeply desperate for their two-day exam career.

But two days are not long after all, after the last English test, the news came from the radio that the Academic Affairs Office decided to take a half-day holiday.People who finally had a half-day vacation felt that happiness fell from the sky, and they worshiped in the direction of the dean's office.

"Thank you, Director!"

"Long live Director Xie!"

"It's you who let me make up lessons, and it's you who give me a holiday. I love and hate. How should I describe my feelings for you!"

"Director Xie is [-] meters today!"

……

Jing Fan also cherished this half-day vacation, returned to the rented room, and fell asleep.

But the dreamless sleep that he hadn't had for a long time was interrupted.

It was ten past eleven in the evening when the phone rang.

Country Z should be around ten o'clock in the morning.

"Hello." She sat up from the bed and pressed the answer button.

"Xiao Fan," said a very gentle male voice on the opposite side, "A few days ago your head teacher called us, and he didn't bother you because he was afraid it would affect your exam."

"En." Jing Fan responded.The air conditioner was on in the room, but her palms were sweating.

"Your teacher said..."

"I like women," Jing Fan closed her eyes, suppressed her heartbeat, and cut off the conversation, "I'm gay, and I like women." She exhaled and repeated.

There was silence for half a minute.

"Xiao Fan." Her mother's voice came over.

"Mom." Her heart beat faster, and she wondered how she would react.

"This is your own business. Your father and I have been thinking about it for the past two days. As long as you are serious enough and sure enough, we won't get involved too much."

Very calm tone.A heart is like being pulled out of boiling water and thrown into an ice bucket.

"Well. Hang up." The heartbeat calmed down.

Who is calmer than anyone else?She hung up the phone directly.

It was still dark when she fell asleep, and when she woke up, there was no light in the room at all. She sat on the bed with her knees hugged, and her whole body fell into a kind of void that couldn't be filled no matter what.

I don't know how long I sat there, and there was no call.

Resignedly, she touched the phone and turned on the screen.

July eleventh.One minute and thirty seconds.

August eighteenth.One minute and 20 seconds.

"NO.18?" She remembered something, returned to the page and dialed He Cheng's number.

"Hey."

"Hello." He Cheng sounded quite awake, probably not asleep yet.

"Is the ticket that Bei Xiaochi gave you last time still there?" she asked.

"Yes, why?"

"Come and pick me up." She urgently needed a little excitement, preferably one that could melt the whole person into it.

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Regarding conflicts with parents, it’s not nüè at all, trust me, I’m a sweet writer??

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He Cheng came by car, and when he arrived, Jing Fan was already waiting downstairs, wearing jeans, canvas shoes, and a peaked cap, covering half of his face.