Can't Escape in Youth: Youth

, is only average, and occasionally performs exceptionally well.

Miao Zaiqing picked up her mobile phone and compared the scores of various colleges and universities over the years.

To be honest, one book is very reluctant, unless he has no error tolerance rate in other subjects, plus the poor score in English, it is okay.

But it's hard, very hard.

The next day, early in the morning.

Wan Xin got up from the bed with a splitting headache, cleared his throat, got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom.

Wan Xin took a shower, returned to the bed wrapped in a towel, and turned on the phone.

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?

?

What the fuck did you do last night?

Looking at the call records with Miao Zaiqing on the phone interface, Wan Xin was dazed.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have called Miao Zaiqing, but didn't he answer it?

What did he say in these two phone calls?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, Wan Xin's heart shrank suddenly, and his brows were furrowed.

He quickly clicked on the recording and made a call.

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play.

Wan Xin's face wrinkled when he heard this, like a little old man.

What the hell, the bull's head is wrong with the horse's mouth.

He didn't seem to be like this when he drank too much in the past?

Then click on the second paragraph.

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In Qing, do you have a girl you like?

Ok.

What do you think of Qi Ya?

Ok.

In Qing, do you like playing games?

Ok.

Let's play games together tomorrow.

Ok.

In Qing, do you like,

Uh-huh.

After listening to it, the expression on Wan Xin's face can be described as very exciting.

What kind of questions did he ask, and he almost couldn't say the words that were in his heart.

Wan Xin fell back on the bed with his forehead supported, lost his composure and lost control.

And Miao Zaiqing's "um" throughout the whole process can be matched with some of his questions. It's really a sight to see black and white.

With mixed feelings, Wan Xin replayed the call recording again.

Hearing the question interrupted by Miao Zaiqing again, Wan Xin had a vague premonition that what he wanted to ask should be...

Wan Xin suddenly felt extremely lucky again.

fortunately.

fortunately.

Wan Xin dragged the progress bar back to two thirds.

In Qing, do you like City B?

Ok.

Shall we go to school there in the future?

Ok.

Wan Xin cut out these few sentences separately and named it: Mmm.

After finishing, Wan Xin opened WeChat again, and clicked on the top chat dialog box.

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Scroll up the chat history.

……

I just saw the call log and forgot about it.

At that time, he had already drunk too much. Although he was still conscious, he still couldn't control his behavior.

Wan Xin swore that if he drank too much in the future, he would be a dog!

if.

just in case.

But it didn't end well.

After much deliberation, Wan Xin edited such a text and sent it.

[I drank too much last night, sorry, to express my apologies, go back to school early on Monday, and have dinner together. ]

No one replied.

Wan Xin looked at the time, it was past six o'clock, rubbed his temples, and closed his eyes tiredly.

21, 21

Miao Zaiqing slept until noon before waking up.

Last night, he thought for a long time because of the future problems, and then turned on the lamp to read until after five o'clock.

Miao Zaiqing wrote the test paper with a pen for a while, and finally picked up the phone.

[Um. ]

[What do you want to eat? ]

[casual. ]

Miao Zaiqing's holiday was very boring, besides making test papers at home, she still made test papers.

Wan Xin is different, he has a lot of friends, friends, eating, drinking and having fun.

It's time to go back to school.

Miao Zaiqing packs up her things and tidies up the house.

Dad, I went to school.

The appointment with Wan Xin was at three o'clock, more than enough time for a meal.

Outside the window, the sky was clear, and the sun shone through the glass window on most of Miao Zaiqing's body.

Miao Zaiqing arrives at the station and gets off.

I stood across the street and looked around.

Wan Xin was sitting on a conspicuous concrete flower bed, with his legs crossed, holding a book in his hands, with his head slightly lowered, dressed in black casual attire; above his head were gorgeous yellow maple leaves; Clusters of sunflowers in full bloom.

It seems that I have been waiting for a while.

Miao Zaiqing crossed the road, the person opposite seemed to sense it, and he raised his head.

Seeing Miao Zaiqing approaching, Wan Xin closed the book, stood up, a smile appeared on his handsome face, and tenderness flashed in his eyes.

"Have you had lunch yet?" Wan Xin asked with a natural expression, as if he had forgotten what happened last night.

"Ah."

"Then let's go to the bookstore first?"

Miao Zaiqing nodded, and after waiting for a while, Wan Xin stopped a taxi, and the two got into the back seat.

Miao Zaiqing had never been in the city before, except for the roads he passed every time he took the bus, everything else was very strange to him.

About half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of a square.

Wan Xin led Miao Zaiqing to a bookstore and went straight to the second floor.

The bookstore is very big and there are many people, but everyone is very conscious and doesn't make too much noise.

Miao Zaiqing and Wan Xin strolled around, and gradually distanced themselves from each other, attracted by the books on the shelf in front of them.

Wan Xin didn't care, and found the English materials Miao Zaiqing needed, as well as the materials he needed, and went back to him.

After standing on the aisle and watching for more than a minute, Wan Xin stepped closer, "Zai Qing, what are you looking at?"

Miao Zaiqing's heart quickened for a moment, she closed the book as if nothing had happened, and put it back to its original place, "Just take a look."

Wan Xin was puzzled, just read it casually, books that reconcile with childhood trauma?

Wan Xin handed the selected English materials to Miao Zaiqing. Miao Zaiqing read each one, picked two, and returned the rest to Wan Xin.

"Those were bought."

Wan Xin nodded, "Is there anything else you want to buy?"

Miao Zaiqing looked at Wan Xin's hand, "What did you buy?"

Wan Xin showed him one by one.

Miao Zaiqing pointed to two of them, and Wan Xin knowingly went back to help him get them.

Miao Zaiqing took the opportunity to take out the book and read it for a few minutes.

Before leaving, Wan Xin glanced back at the bookshelf where Miao Zaiqing stayed, with a gloomy look in his eyes, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Wan Xin, who said he asked Miao Zaiqing to come early to browse the bookstore, was actually very efficient and had already planned out what materials to buy early in the morning.

From entering the bookstore to leaving the bookstore, it only took about ten minutes.

The money was paid by Wan Xin, and Miao Zaiqing couldn't resist, so he let him go, it wasn't about how much money, if he was too coy, it would be too much.

Seeing the bank next to him, Miao Zaiqing thought of something, put the book in his bag, and reached out to Wan Xin to signal.

Wan Xin raised his eyebrows and handed him the book. Miao Zaiqing stuffed it into his schoolbag and took out 200 yuan from the schoolbag.

"Is the electricity bill last time enough?"

Wan Xin tilted his head and smiled, clicked his tongue lightly, took the top one, and shook it.

"enough."

Miao Zaiqing silently put the other one hundred back into her schoolbag, zipped it up, and turned around behind her.

"go for meal."

As Wan Xin said, he walked to the front, and Miao Zaiqing followed behind in a daze.

Across a street, Wan Xin was standing in front of a milk tea shop.

"The milk tea here is very delicious, why don't you try it?"

Miao Zaiqing hesitated for a while, "Yes."

"What flavor do you want?"

"casual."

Wan Xin went up to order with the clerk, Miao Zaiqing sat on the chair next to him, feeling a little hot.

There is an umbrella above the chair, but at this time the sunset is slanting, and the umbrella is equivalent to nothing.

After a while, the milk tea was ready, and Wan Xin came over with two cups of milk tea.

Miao Zaiqing stood up, took the milk tea from Wan Xin, and the straw had already been inserted by the caring clerk.

After walking for a few more minutes, the two stopped in front of the signboard of a barbecue restaurant.

"Is barbecue okay?"

Wan Xin asked uncertainly, he had never seen Miao Zaiqing eating meat.

Miao Zaiqing nodded expressionlessly, followed Wan Xin up to the second floor.

Wan Xin pushed the door open, and waited for Miao Zaiqing to enter before closing the door.

Although it's not lunch time yet, there are still quite a few people sitting in the barbecue restaurant, most of them are boys and girls their age,

It looks like business is going well.

The two sat face to face in the corner seats, the waiter left with the ordered menu, and the remaining two stared at each other.

After a few seconds, Miao Zaiqing took out his English test paper from his schoolbag and silently handed it over.

Wan Xin held it in his hand, read it over and over twice, and repeatedly confirmed that he was not mistaken.

Why is there still no progress! !

Is it because he didn't talk about the topic carefully enough?

Wan Xin took a sip of milk tea to moisten his throat.

It seems that the materials selected for Miao Zaiqing did not underestimate him.

"Cough." Wan Xin got up and just moved a seat.

"Excuse me." The sweet waitress stood by the table pushing a trolley.

Wan Xin handed back the test paper to Miao Zaiqing, and sat back facing him.

When the food was put on the table, the waiter helped put two pieces of pork belly on it.

Wan Xin said, "Thank you, let's do it ourselves."

The waiter put down the clip, "Okay, please use it slowly."

After Wan Xin persuaded the waiter to leave, Miao Zaiqing seemed a little embarrassed.

This is the first time for him to come to this kind of place.

Wan Xin didn't seem to notice the change in Miao Zaiqing, he skillfully filled the baking tray with all kinds of food, his eyes were focused and his expression was serious.

Miao Zaiqing also cast her eyes on the baking tray, Wan Xin flipped the food with tongs, his hands were very slender, a bit like his own.

After a while, there was a sizzling sound from the pork belly.

Wan Xin picked up a piece of grilled pork belly, dipped it in the sauce, wrapped it in vegetable leaves, and handed it to Miao Zaiqing.

Miao Zaiqing originally wanted to say: No, I will do it myself.

However, for some reason, he didn't say it, but thanked him, and then took the food from Wan Xin's hand.

Wan Xin put the baked food on a clean plate, told Miao Zaiqing to eat quickly, and then continued to bake the next batch.

Miao Zaiqing