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The school sports meeting suddenly began to rain heavily, and every class went back to the class to hold entertainment activities.The monitor of Class [-] of Senior Three borrowed a triangular ruler from the office, and led the whole class to play a game of drumming and passing flowers. The loser had to stand up and take a risk of truth.

When the math textbook was passed to Fang Nan, the drumming stopped.Amidst the booing of all the students, Fang Nan silently stood up from the end of the classroom.

The monitor asked: "Fang Nan, do you choose the truth or the big risk?"

"There are three kinds of big adventures. Hug your deskmate and whisper to her, go to the office and tell the Chinese teacher that her necklace looks good today, and—"

Before the squad leader finished speaking, the face of the deskmate was already blushing.

"..." Fang Nan put down the pen in his hand, "Let's tell the truth."

Gu Nan No. [-] Middle School’s campus post bar owner, the God of Gossip art committee member immediately raised his hand: “Then I’ll come first!”

"Brother Nan, there is a question we have been curious about for a long time, so please give me a letter." The art committee member turned his head and looked at Fang Nan who was sitting in the back row, "We all want to know if your partner is really a college student Ah, isn't her family really rich and pretty? She—"

"You can only ask one question at a time." The squad leader reminded the art committee.

"Oh..." The literary and art committee still had a lot of questions to ask, but was suddenly interrupted by the squad leader, still feeling a little unfulfilled, "Then... let's be the first one."

The students in Class [-] of Senior Three all turned their heads to stare at Fang Nan, wanting to see if Brother Nan was really the same as the one rumored in the post bar, having a forbidden love between younger siblings and wealthy families.

"Yes." Fang Nan replied.

The crowd laughed heartily.

Just as the squad leader raised the triangular ruler and was about to proceed to the next session, Fang Nan paused, and then continued: "Rich, beautiful."

"Ahhh-"

The literary and art committee member covered his chest, and sighed to his tablemate who was also the chief senior member of the Gossip Alliance: "I said it must be true. Look at the look in Fang Nan's eyes when he mentioned him, and I was so stunned."

Next night for self-study, the literary and art committee member logged into the account of the administrator of her post bar, and replied under the check-in post titled "Did Nanshin marry me today": [The master admitted it personally today, the girlfriend is real, senior sister It's also true.Moreover, they are beautiful and have money at home, so the two have a good relationship.Sisters, it's all over. 】Someone will follow up immediately:

[No, I know all the school beauties from the previous sessions, but I don't think there is such a person as the host said. 】【Not necessarily the senior sister of our school. 】

The literary and art committee member stopped typing, and all kinds of TV dramas and novels came to his mind one after another.

Putting on her vest, she retorted:

[What if she hides her secrets and grew up abroad, is she an heiress of some kind of group, she likes this kind of younger brother-type high-cold little wolf dog, and waits for Nanshin to marry after graduation? 】

Two thousand kilometers away in the capital, the dormitory building of the Law School of P University.

That beautiful rich woman who grew up abroad, whose family assets are hundreds of billions, who is the heir to a consortium, drives a supercar to take care of her high school younger brother, is playing snowballing in the yard downstairs of the dormitory with a group of friends from the same family.

At the end of November, the first snow fell in Beijing at the end of 2014. For students who grew up in the north, this was just a trivial matter, but for Bi Ziyun, it opened the door to a new world.

Although the dormitories and teaching buildings have radiators, Bi Ziyun, who has lived in a small southern city where the seasons are like spring for 18 years, is still not quite used to the cold winter in the north.At this time in November last year, he was still sitting in the Gu Nan Hotel, drinking ice-cola, with his school uniform sleeves rolled up several times. Unexpectedly, one year later, this year, he would be rolled into a ball under the blanket, with no toes. Willing to stretch out the quilt.

The alarm clock rang in the morning, and the roommate walked through half of the dormitory humming a little tune with a toothbrush in his mouth.When passing by Bi Ziyun's bed, she reached in and scratched him.

Bi Ziyun turned over to hide, almost rolled off the bunk like a giant panda rolling a branch.

"Brother Yun, it's snowing heavily outside today, why don't you go out and have a look?"

The sound of gurgling water came from the bathroom, and the roommate stood in front of the sink and asked him.

"Is it snowing?" Bi Ziyun poked his head out from the bed curtain.

There was a "crash", and the roommate opened the blinds behind him.The glass windows of the dormitory were covered with mist, and snowflakes fell from the sky overwhelmingly, and the window was covered with white snow.

"Lao Cai and the others are having a snowball fight downstairs. If you want to go, you can go now." After rinsing his mouth, the roommate opened the drawer in front of the desk, took out the notebook, and climbed back on the bed.

Bi Ziyun got out of the bed, crossed his arms and asked his roommate, "Aren't you going together?"

"It's always cold outside, it's freezing me so hard." The roommate said.

Bi Ziyun: "...OK."

He almost forgot that this guy is from Heilongjiang in the northeast, and snow is not attractive to him at all.

Putting on a warm sweater, a thick down jacket, and a thick woolen scarf around his neck, Bi Ziyun fully armed himself from top to bottom.Standing in front of the mirror, he felt like a 1.8-meter big fluffy rice dumpling.

He took the elevator downstairs and stepped on the thick snow with both feet. He suddenly felt that this kind of touch was very novel.As soon as he stepped on it, there would be a small pit. On the path leading to the yard, he deliberately increased the strength of his feet, took a step and stopped, and wanted to leave a line of snow footprints on the path that was exclusive to him.

After a snowball fight with his law school classmates, Bi Ziyun was chased by several people and stuffed snowballs into his collar, and his physical strength was gradually exhausted.He raised his hand and shouted to stop, wanting to rest for a while and fight again.

Squatting in the corner and drinking two sips of hot water from the thermos, he looked at the hoarfrost on the floor in front of him, and suddenly thought of a new way to play.

After shaking off the snow scum in his boots, Bi Ziyun left the main army and came to the open space behind the dormitory building alone.Walking around the open space, he roughly estimated the distance in his mind.

Fang Nan, I like you?

No, the area here is not big enough.

Fang Nan, I love you?

No, this is too coquettish.And there is only one word less than what I just thought, so I probably can't write it down.This area is facing the International Department Building of the Outer Court. When the class is over at noon and the students walk out of the classroom, they will definitely notice it at a glance.

Seeing the English letters on the top of the International Department building not far away, Bi Ziyun had a flash of inspiration.

Putting his hands back into his trouser pockets, he sucked at the tip of his nose that was red from the cold, and stepped on the deserted snow.

Just after jumping a dozen steps forward along a parallel line, Bi Ziyun's back gradually began to sweat, and the thermal underwear and long johns on his body seemed to have become a burden.

Who said snowball fights are exhausting, writing in the snow is a hundred times more tiring than snowball fights.

After bouncing in all directions in the snow for a long time, Bi Ziyun finally spelled out the first letter.He turned his head and was about to appreciate his preliminary work when a male voice suddenly came from the balcony of the dormitory above his head: "Dude, you are quite courageous!"

"But if you write dirty words downstairs in the dormitory in broad daylight, aren't you afraid of being investigated by the dormitory?"

Hearing what the boy said, Bi Ziyun turned around with her pockets in her pocket, silently looking at the "F" that popped out by herself.

"..."

It seems that it does make people have some bad associations.

Bi Ziyun finally gave up.

He cated into the garden in the backyard and picked up a stick in the grass.Back in the open space behind the dormitory building, he squatted down and began to write and draw seriously in the corner.

When the boy on the balcony saw Bi Ziyun, he couldn't help but mourn in silence for someone he didn't know.

This man squatted there holding a branch and making gestures for a long time, and he didn't know who he was cursing in circles.

It took quite a while this time, and Bi Ziyun completed his work not long after.

A small line of English letters gradually appeared on the soles of my feet: F, ILOVEYOU.

The moment Bi Ziyun pulled off the gloves and took out the phone from his pocket, Bi Ziyun felt that his fingers were about to lose consciousness from the cold.He turned on the camera, quickly took a picture of his creation on the snow, clicked on QQ and sent it to Fang Nan, then immediately put on his gloves and threw the phone back into the pocket of his down jacket.

"Om-"

The phone in my pocket started vibrating.

["The strongest brain f" invites you to make a video call]

Seeing that it was Fang Nan's video call, Bi Ziyun didn't care if he was standing outside in the cold or not, so he immediately took off his gloves and pressed the call button on his phone.

The first thing that came into Fang Nan's line of sight was Bi Ziyun's red nose from the cold.Seeing that the picture on his side was a bit blurry, Bi Ziyun let out a breath towards the camera, and stretched out his finger to wipe the lens.

The phone screen on Fang Nan's side shook a bit, it looked like he was walking outside.From Bi Ziyun's perspective, he could only see the blue and white school uniform on his upper body. The zipper of the school uniform was half open, exposing half of the white headphone cable.

Fang Nan's voice came from the speaker: "Is it snowing in Beijing?"

Bi Ziyun nodded, and a cloud of white mist came out of his palms.

He began to complain to Fang Nan, how much snow fell in Beijing today, how cold the temperature in Beijing is now, his pants hanging on the window sill were froze.Looking up from downstairs, the roommate thought he had hung a trident outside the window, and joked that it would be better than an iron ax if he used it as a cold weapon.

Hearing Bi Ziyun's description of his underpants, Fang Nan couldn't help laughing out loud. The earphones on his neck accidentally scraped across the bushes beside the boulevard, staining two red leaves.

This season, the big sycamore tree at the gate of Class [-] has begun to shed its leaves.

The small town in the south two thousand kilometers away is still just entering late autumn, but the north is already covered with snow.

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