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After the exam, the outside of the school was crowded into a pot of porridge. Cars, motor vehicles, and bicycles were all blocked. Lu Yanxue stood in front of the bus and grabbed the pole. Jian Cong on WeChat had already asked twice, "Where are you?" ".

"I just left the No. 20 Middle School, and I haven't walked [-] meters away. This side is already blocked." Lu Yanxue sent a voice message.

"Almost, I'm almost at No. [-] Middle School, but I'm still stuck in the city center. I want to get off the bus before I reach the station. I'm depressed." Jian Cong returned a voice message.

The No. 20 Middle School is closer to the No. [-] Middle School, and the car ride is fast. The No. [-] Middle School is almost in the suburbs. It usually takes more than [-] minutes to drive back to the city, let alone the traffic jam.

"The flowers are all gone when you come here. I'll help you take your things back. You can go home later and don't make another trip, okay?" Jian Cong asked.

Lu Yanxue looked at the traffic jam at the intersection in front of him, and replied "OK".

There was also a graduation party in the evening, and everyone was busy going home to tidy up, and they all complained in the class that the third ring road in Beijing was almost blocked outside.

Lu Yanxue watched the traffic police clear the intersection for a while before the bus started to move.

When Jian Cong arrived at the school, the office was open, and many books that everyone couldn't take back were put in the office and waited to come back to get them after the exam.

There is no teacher and no one else in the office, but the things on the table and the floor have been moved all over the place. Now the only piles are the two sets of English books by Jian Cong and Lu Yanxue. One set has eleven books , two sets are 22 books, plus some miscellaneous exercise books and so on. Anyway, there are quite a lot and it is not easy to carry.

Gongsun Bo also went upstairs to get the books, but when he came down, his hands were empty and he had nothing.

"Where's your book?" Jian Cong asked him.

Gongsun Bo pointed to the upstairs and said, "An old man is collecting waste paper upstairs, and I gave it to him."

"Damn it, you're not afraid of repeating it in case?" Jian Cong was a little shocked. With so many books and taking so many notes after a few years of study, he was a little emotional. As for repeating it as a stalk in the third year of high school, there was something wrong. It's nothing to be talked about by everyone, it's like a mantra.

"Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah." Gongsun Bo was so concerned that he almost jumped up.

Jian Cong was speechless to Gongsun Bo's superstitious thinking.He glanced at his messy pile of books, and asked after a pause, "Is that old man still there?"

"Aren't you afraid of repeating?" Gongsun Bo resented him.

Jian Cong: "Shut up, isn't it good to be alive?"

Throwing a pile of books, it is much easier for two people to move more than a dozen books.Jian Cong also brought a paper bag from the table.Gongsun Bo took a glance from the side, and asked Jian Cong suspiciously: "Cong'er, what is this?"

Jian Cong: "Postcards, the postcards that our class uses to write classmate records."

Gongsun Bo: "That's a good idea, but why do you have so many in this bag? It's about sixty or seventy, and there are not so many people in your class."

Jian Cong clicked his tongue, "Lu Yanxue and mine are inside."

Gongsun Bo is still studying, "Can you tell the difference? Don't you all get mixed up? You two are too tired of being together?"

"Did you see the pink one? The one on the left is mine." Jian Cong simply explained.

Lu's house is not far away, Gongsun Bo came here for the first time, and he asked Jian Cong nervously: "Is anyone in Lu Shen's house? Are his parents at home? Are his parents serious? We just knocked on the door like this." , isn't it a bit abrupt?"

Jian Cong looked at Gongsun Bo with fascinated eyes: "I'm not nervous, are you so nervous?"

"Dude, aren't you nervous for you?" Gongsun Bo spoke plausibly.

"Thank you, no need."

Jian Cong and Gongsun Bo went up the corridor. Jian Cong rang the doorbell first, and he stood outside the door and said, "Godmother, it's me, Jian Cong."

"Hey, Jian Cong is here." Ji Fanmei was at home at noon, she opened the door for Jian Cong, looked out again, and saw Gongsun Bo standing behind Jian Cong, a little suspicious, Gongsun Bo hurriedly said: "Auntie Okay, my name is Gongsun Bo, and I'm his friend."

"Hi, kid." Ji Fanmei smiled, and said to them, "Are you here to see Lu Yanxue? Lingxue hasn't come home yet."

Jian Cong continued: "Yes, there is still a traffic jam at No. [-] Middle School, and he won't be able to get through for a while, so Gongsun Bo and I helped him move the books back first."

"Hey, that's it, then come in quickly."

Ji Fanmei took the shoes for them, smiled again and said: "It's the first time the two classmates came to our house, and I only saw Jian Cong before."

Both of them put down their things and began to untie their shoelaces. Gongsun Bo said cheerfully, "It's okay. Although I came back first, Auntie knows me now." As soon as you enter the door, you start to feel familiar.What an admirable skill.

Jian Cong cut in and said, "Godmother, let's put the things in the room first."

"Just put it away, and clean it up later when he comes back." Ji Fanmei couldn't help asking the question that parents are most concerned about after the college entrance examination, "Are your questions difficult? Did you do well in the exam?"

"The topic is not bad, so I feel that the test is not bad." Gongsun Bo said modestly, but in fact his tail was almost up to the sky.

"Then you must have done well in the exam." After Ji Fanmei praised him, he asked Jian Cong again: "Jian Cong, how about you?"

The two uncertain English questions still left Jian Cong a little pimple, even if he guessed that he did well on other questions, he didn't dare to make a big deal out of it.He hesitated and said: "Some questions are still a bit difficult, and the results should be about the same as usual."

"It's okay, it's pretty good if you do everything right." Ji Fanmei comforted him.

Both of them piled the books in their hands on the desk.Ji Fanmei asked the two of them again if they wanted to stay for a meal after dinner, Gongsun Bo quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, auntie, my family is still waiting for me to go back to eat."

Ji Fanmei politely sent the two of them out.

After going downstairs, Gongsun Bo let out a long breath and said, "I didn't act weird just now, did I? I'll go, the main thing is that as soon as I entered the room, I was shocked by Lu Shen's pile of gold trophies, which are at least two or three of mine. times..."

"It's over." Jian Cong turned around and said, "I forgot to take the postcard."

"Forget it." Gongsun Bo put his arms around Jian Cong's shoulders, and said, "I'll let God Lu give it to you when I have time. It's not a big deal, and I have to make a trip."

"But mine..." Jian Cong hesitated for a moment, thinking that no one would read it, so he left with Gongsun Bo.

At the door, Ji Fanmei closed the door, and as soon as she withdrew her heel, she bumped into the unremarkable paper bag placed in the corner.She immediately opened the door again and wanted to call the two children to say that they forgot something, but the two walked away very quickly and disappeared.

Ji Fanmei picked up the bag and put it on the shoe cabinet, and after a quick scan, she saw that the bag was full of neatly arranged postcards, arranged in order of height.Could it be something about linguistics?

With some hesitation, Ji Fanmei pulled out a unique all-pink card.

The card said: I hope Brother Cong can be admitted to the ideal university.Have a long time with God Lu!together forever! (Believe in true love, groundhog screams!)

Ji Fanmei's eyes suddenly went dark, and she almost passed out.

The author has something to say:

I'm a sand sculpture, I forgot to post it before I went to bed yesterday, and I'll update it today (I can't laugh or cry.jpg)

By the way, the new article has changed its name below, let’s take a look at it together! [Temporarily stamp the author's homepage to see it]

"The Protagonist He Has a Strange Painting Style [Quick Travel]"

Summary:

#My original partner loves my wife#

#Cooperating with your performance, I was turned a blind eye#

The artificial intelligence, which was serious and wanted to follow the plot, ran into a protagonist who didn't follow the routine.

When he was the national teacher and wanted to support the restoration of the subjugated prince, the subjugated prince: believe me, the restoration does not conform to the historical trend, and there will be no good results.

National Teacher: Shut up!Just watch me beat the world for you!

When he was a rich and talented rich second generation who wanted to help a little dick become a business tycoon.Little Diaosi: I'm not interested in making money, I'm more interested in spending money, why don't you take care of me?

Rich second generation: excuseme? ? ?

When he was a little martial artist who wanted to help traffic stars become film stars, traffic stars: What is a film king, do you have any misunderstandings about me?And why do you care so much about me?Do you have a crush on me? (Flower Fades.jpg)

Wu Ti: Shut up, hot chicken! (smile.jpg)

Fortunately, he believes that he is a heartless artificial intelligence, so he can unswervingly follow the plot even with scars!but why!Finally failed?

Because you are the villain.Someone said with a smile.But that's okay, I like villains.

Qi Yao focuses on creating the world of Jack Su Marisu, and Xiaoyao focuses on breaking the aura of all the protagonists.

Emotional intelligence (low) is out of the table, fake AI is sold by X professional, do not use routine attacks