It's all about love letters

When Wang Lei was called to the teaching office, he was still in a daze, not understanding why he came here.

"Mr. Zhang, I haven't fought recently." Wang Lei is a frequent visitor here, and he defended himself first when he opened his mouth.

Zhang Haiming is the director of the teaching office of the school and the living king of the high school affiliated to Xida University.

"Yes, it's true that you haven't fought recently. You didn't sleep in the middle of the night yesterday to live the life of a paparazzi, right? You are also a sophomore this year. You plan to become a reporter in the journalism department after graduating from high school, and you will be a paparazzi in the future, right?"

Zhang Haiming didn't blink his eyes and spoke without panting, "As far as your grades are concerned, it's not sure whether the journalism department will accept you or not. No, it's hard to say whether you can go to college or not."

This mouth looks like it has been tempered for many years, it's so good!

"Mr. Zhang, what mistake did I make? Tell me straight up!" Wang Lei didn't change his face, he was still acting like a fool, and he didn't look like a human being.

"Slandering classmates, spreading rumors, Wang Lei, Su Ci didn't provoke you!"

Wang Lei curled his lips, "No, but he looks down on me. Just because of my poor grades, he looks down on me. I don't think he's happy. What's more, I'm telling the truth. Su Ci himself admitted it last night."

The scumbag always thinks that Xueba looks down on him, but in fact Su Ci is just afraid of disturbing his sleep, and he sleeps very noisy, so he often studies outside the corridor.

Besides, that's what he overheard.

"What did they say?" Zhang Haiming obviously didn't believe it.

Wang Lei recalled it carefully, "Fu Yun asked Su Ci if he wrote the love letter, and Su Ci said yes."

Then he stopped eavesdropping, took a photo and went back to bed to sleep.

The corner of Zhang Haiming's eyes twitched, he shouldn't have asked Wang Lei to repeat it, because with his IQ, he probably only heard this.

"Delete the post at night, then apologize to Su Ci and Fu Yun, write a 1000-word self-criticism, and read the self-criticism at the flag-raising ceremony next Monday."

"I didn't fight to write any self-criticism." Wang Lei suddenly became unhappy. It was still 1000 words, and he couldn't even write an 800-word composition.

"Write it if you want." Zhang Haiming waved his hand and asked people to go out.

During dinner, the campus radio station issued a notice prohibiting students from dating, regardless of gender.

The High School Affiliated to Xida University stipulated that boys and girls should not fall in love early, but after the incident of Fu Yun and Su Ci, the school leaders realized that in this society, besides men and women, men and women can also fall in love, so they simply changed the school rules.

The pause button was pressed on the hearts of some little girls who were just about to move. Fu Yun was about to graduate in half a year, and if he didn't confess his love, he would have no chance.

After Su Ci had dinner, he went back to the classroom to do his homework. The third year of high school had a lot of homework, and it took him some time to write it.

Su Ci's hand holding the book paused slightly, and there was an extra chemistry book on his desk.

Looking around, no one noticed his movements.

He poked Wu Zhao at the front desk, "Has anyone been to my seat?"

Su Ci's seat is in the last row, next to the door.

Wu Zhao shook his head, "I didn't see it."

"Oh, thank you!" Su Ci pursed his lips, and opened the chemistry book. The inside was very clean, as if it was new.

After writing his name, Su Ci copied all the notes from the original textbook on the new book, and then pressed the soiled textbook to the bottom of the drawer.

When Xu Ke came back, Su Ci observed carefully, but she didn't look back at him.

This means that it is not licensed to him, so who could it be?

In the class next door, Fu Yun sat on a chair nervously, looking at the window from time to time.

The tablemate Xiong Meng followed suit for a long time, but didn't look at anything, "No, Fu Yun. What are you looking at?"

Fu Yun shook his head, "I didn't see anything."

"By the way, you didn't go to dinner today, are you hungry?" Xiong Meng lowered his head and chatted with Fu Yun while doing his homework.

Fu Yun didn't have much appetite, "I'm not hungry."

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Well, stop talking, class is over."

The High School Affiliated to Xida University will have half an hour of self-study after dinner, followed by a half-hour break, and finally start the evening self-study until 10:30.

"Oh." Xiong Meng looked up at Fu Yun, and said nothing.

He could tell that Fu Yun was in a bad mood today, especially since noon.

During the break between classes, Fu Yun went to the supermarket and bought some snacks to fill his stomach. If he doesn't eat now, he will be hungry at night.

As soon as he entered the supermarket, he ran into Su Ci.

He paused, then hid behind the shelf like a guilty conscience, secretly observing Su Ci.

Su Ci bought a bottle of iced Coke, and bought two black pens and a book case in the stationery area.

After Su Ci left, Fu Yun also bought two black pens that were exactly the same as Su Ci, and finally put them on the book cover.

Su Ci has never used this kind of thing, why would he buy this today?

Finally, he stopped in front of the freezer again, and his eyes fell on the iced coke.

Su Ci bought Coca-Cola in a red can. His hand just landed on the Coca-Cola, turned a corner, and finally took the Best Coke on the top layer.

Red and blue came out of CP since ancient times. Thinking of this, Fu Yun's depression of the day disappeared, and he returned to the classroom with a bunch of things contentedly.

Xiong Meng only thought that today's deskmate might be uncle, otherwise how would things change.

When I went out just now, I was like a melancholy little prince, but when I came back, I became a sunny boy.

"Brother, are you alright!"

Fu Yun was drinking Pepsi, when he heard this, he looked at his tablemate suspiciously, "I'm fine!"

"Really? Are you okay?" Xiong Meng didn't believe it.

"What, want to fight?" Fu Yun put the Pepsi away, arms crossed.

"Hit your uncle!" Xiong Meng made fun of himself, "Give me some potato chips!"

"roll."

After finishing speaking, he took out a bag of small potato chips from his pocket and threw it to Xiong Meng, so he would not share food with others, he just wanted to eat with Su Ci.

Xiong Meng is no stranger to it, his tablemate has a lot of problems, water glasses are not allowed, snacks are not shared, and if he sits on his bed, he will be beaten into a pig's head.

I really don't know how I have been friends with him all these years.

Su Ci took a sip of iced Coke, wiped his hands clean, and then took out a new chemistry textbook, wrapping the leather bag he bought.

The cover of the book is the simplest transparent color, and Su Ci pressed the corners to make sure it wouldn't warp before smiling in satisfaction.

No matter who gave this book to him, he will treasure it well.

Because there are not many people who know his eccentricities, and Lao Yang, the class teacher, is one of them.

He doesn't know the rest.

Wu Zhao at the front desk didn't know how to ask a question, so he turned around and wanted to ask Su Xueba, but he saw that Su Xueba was actually smiling.

Wu Zhao looked left and right, but found nothing interesting.

"That, Su Ci." Wu Zhao pretended not to see, and called out in a low voice.

Su Ci hummed and put away the textbook.

"How to do this question?" Wu Zhao pointed with the tip of his pen to a question he didn't know.

Su Ci glanced at it and explained it seriously. Wu Zhao didn't understand it the first time, so Su Ci had to repeat it again.

"Oh, got it! Thank you!" Wu Zhao smiled at Su Ci.

"The examples in the book are of the same type as this one, you can study more."

"it is good."

After evening self-study, Su Ci took a shower and sat in the corridor to read a book.

Today, instead of reciting words, he read another world famous book. He read it very seriously.

After reading the prescribed number of pages and preparing to go back to the dormitory, he subconsciously glanced at the corridor on the left.

He had never looked at other places from the corner of his eye before, and went straight back to the dormitory after finishing his own work, but for some reason, he would look this way today.

Fu Yun was caught off guard, and the eyes that fell on Su Ci didn't even have time to look back, so they met his eyes.

The tips of his ears started to feel hot and red.

"You..." Su Ci's eyes drooped and he saw that Fu Yun was also holding a book in his hand, "Are you also reading in the corridor?"

Fu Yun was too nervous to speak, so he could only nod his head.

Su Ci nodded, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that he never found out.

He was about to push open the door of the dormitory when Fu Yun said eagerly, "Su, Su Ci!"

Su Ci had no choice but to turn around and face him face to face. The Fu Yun of yesterday was not what he is today.

"I, I want to ask you a question. I've been thinking about it for a long time but I haven't come up with a result."

"what is the problem?"

"A physics problem."

"Let me see."

Su Ci still knows this school grass very well, and his grades are not bad. The questions he can't solve must be really difficult.

When Fu Yun returned to the dormitory and came out, he was holding a draft book, with the topic on the top and drafts densely packed underneath.

Su Ci scanned it roughly, "Your algorithm is correct, but the formula is wrong here."

"Isn't it Rally?"

"No, it's friction."

Fu Yun re-read the question stem again and found that it was true, "I seem to make this kind of mistake often."

"When you don't know what it is, you should read the question several times, list the key data separately, and then look for the corresponding formula. Some need to be deformed, and some need to get the answer indirectly before applying the formula. Can't make a mistake."

"Thank you. Do you have any similar topics to recommend?"

Su Ci thought for a while, "I'll sort it out for you tomorrow!"

Fu Yun's eyes lit up. He was very satisfied with mustering up the courage to ask Su Ci for advice today. He didn't expect to get the information he had compiled by himself. Fu Yun was so happy that he was about to fly.

"It's getting late, good night." Su Ci returned the notebook and pen to Fu Yun, and turned back to the dormitory.

There is no harm if there is no comparison. Wu Zhao and Xu Kesu, the front desk teachers, always doubt their own explanation level, otherwise why they would not understand after repeating it.

Until today, Su Ci understood that it was not his problem, but their problem.

Fu Yun and Wu Zhao had similar grades, but it was much easier to teach Fu Yun, and he understood with just a few taps.

Judging from Fu Yun's draft, he prefers to think independently, unless he really can't do it, he will seek help from others.

But Xu Ke is different from Wu Zhao, as long as they find that they can't, they will habitually ask him for help after thinking about it.

In fact, he disagreed very much. His help would be effective only after he had thought independently and came to him after many unsuccessful attempts.

Fu Yun hugged his draft book and was reluctant to put it down. The black pen in his hand still had residual warmth from Su Ci. He quietly put the black pen on his lips and kissed it lightly.

At night, Fu Yun slept with his draft book and black pen in his arms.

He dreamed of Su Ci.

Su Ci was smiling at him, the smile was very gentle, and he was the only one in his eyes.

That was the smile that Fu Yun had never seen on Su Ci before.

Su Ci looks very gentle and kind to everyone, but it is such a person who divides the distance between everyone at three meters, and no one can really walk into his heart.

Fu Yun observed for nearly three years. Su Ci never sat at the same table. From the first year of high school to the present, he always sat alone.

Su Ci is like an isolated island surrounded by mountains, seemingly integrated with them.